When I was twelve, there was this hot girl named Jenny. She was one year older that me. For a thirteen-year-old girl, she was something else. She favored wearing extremely tight, pocketless blue jeans and long sleeve white blouses. Instinctively, I sensed that our twenty/thirty something male teachers always had Jenny on their respective radar screens as did I. Jenny was quite flirtatious with guys (aka 'prick tease') and this was always welcome, especially for those like myself hoping to…