LEGAL MISTRESS

Yes, I am a Mistress... and I am not proud of it. It happened and one day I just woke up to the fact that I am doing the opposite of what makes me who I am today. "Good day Ma'am!" "Okay class, our lesson for today will be focusing more on Analytical skills" I am Eloise Duncan. Thirty four years of age. Having this white fair complexion, thirty five; twenty five; thirty four vital statistics, that's no boast, long curly black hair, brown eyes, five two in height and very much single and pretty as they always compliment my noticeably beauty, and Yes, I am an educator, an instructor. I teach. I handled tertiary students. And I knew and was aware that people expected me to teach not only academically but also to bring  and show them good manners and right conduct, the so-called GMRC categorically in the education world. Where everything calls for that almost perfection of personality inside and out. And I am here. Telling my story. Not to gain sympathy. Or to ask for society's acceptance and understanding. I am here to tell you a story that really exists. That this really happened...and may happen to every one. Judge me not. "What time will I come to fetch you later?" Brennon asked. "I don't have much activities and worksheets today with my students, so you may come at six in the evening" As he bade a kiss to me. That is our daily routine for almost three years now, two years and seven months to be exact. He made sure that I am safe going to and fro from work. Brennon Miller, the same age as mine. A family man and a father of two daughters, married to Regina Cruz for eight long years now. Brennon is five feet and  eight inches tall, black round eyes, curly bob cut black hair, although flabby isn't ideal to describe his build, he may somehow be too busy working for his family living that he looks scruffy because he works as a company driver. Overall, others may not find him handsome but he may be called good looking and just semblance fine with his generation.