Another school year has passed, and now all that's left for departing students to cherish are the sweet memories of Friday night football, prom and the loin-burning, unrequited, forbidden lust for their smoking-hot teachers.

I know, it sounds kind of creepy. But, admit it, you once had a fantasy teacher, that certain Mr. or Mrs. (or Dr. or Coach) who made dragging your ass to the bus stop and eating bland lunchroom food all worth it.

How could you not? If you had even one teacher who was reasonably attractive, the boredom of class and the frustrations of young adulthood made that educator your own personal pinup. At the least, seeing him or her made the day brighter. And, if they were truly amazing, a porno the length of one class period ran through your head.