I was surprised when I was called in for an interview, and even more surprised upon being informed that I got the job. It seemed to me that applying for a teaching position at an exclusive, elite secondary school for young ladies would be seen as the arrogance and perversity of a young man with a natural attraction to teenaged young ladies. I never admitted to that motivation. My application had been little more than a self-dare.

I thought it would be paradise, amid swarms of young ladies with socks two to three inches below the knees, and dresses ending six to nine inches above the knees. It sounded so very different from my dominantly male undergraduate and post-graduate education environment.

Wonderful as it sounded, it quickly became ho-hum -- even with the inevitable pretty young-girl crushes. Not to mention, once I began teaching, I was caught up in the science. Science and math trump everything, at least with me. Most of them realized that they could exercise or fuel their crushes by studying and learning the material.

This particular day began normally and routinely. During lunch in the faculty lounge, I overheard a couple other male teachers discussing a student and her outfit.

Teacher 1: "... standing just inside my doorway, watching the young ladies going to their first-period class. One student passed by, dressed very much at variance with the norm."

Teacher 2: "I think that she was in my Beginning Ancient Greek class third period. I'm unsure, and I refuse to mention names. But it is surprising how Miss Alcott appears to give her pass on such an underly-short dress."

Anita Alcott was the school headmistress, and also taught a couple periods of sixth- and seventh-grade math.

Teacher 1: "She was definitely attractive and, dare I say it? Hot."

Teacher 2: "She always was attractive and beautiful, but today she was something extra."

I tuned out. At the very least, I kept my perverse fantasies about my students to myself. That wasn't so difficult, really.

It was the last class period of the day when she entered the classroom. She turned out to be one of my first-year physics students. I was standing as usual just inside the doorway, observing my students entering class. When she entered--

Me: "You don't have to lift up your skirt or anything, but have you made sure you satisfy the dress code?"

The student smiled. "Yes indeed. My socks end about minus one and a half inches below my knees, while my dress ends about minus four inches above my knees."

I was satisfied; the dress code required that the socks of a student her height end at most four inches below the knees, and that her dress end about about three times above the knees as her socks reached below the knees. She was beautiful, yes even hot, in her mid-length dress ending below the knees, and socks extending up under her dress.