The fantasy woman for many of my senior year (I was 18 by then) was our biology teacher, Mrs. Boyd. She was right out of College— cute , stacked enough, tight everywhere (Ok I'm breathing hard just thinking about her again) . . . .and married to guy known to be still at the local University working on a heavy duty masters degree, who also happened to be a champ and tough guy on the pool scene at local bars.
Just a fantasy!