It was late one afternoon, and she was still working. It had been a long week, and it was only Wednesday. She had one more report to start, on one of her students, before she could go home. There were only 1 or two other staff members left at the school, and she knew she didn’t want to be the last one there. The school was kind of old and was very creepy. It was hot in her room, being the end of the day, and she had taken off her jacket. All she was wearing was a black sleeveless v-neck and black bootleg pants. She was deep in thought when he walked in her room. He watched her from the door, trying to decide whether to disturb her or not. She looked so intent and focused. He admired her mind, and her dedication to her work, almost as much as he admired her soul. Right then his thoughts weren’t on her mind or her soul. He was studying her body. It had luscious curves that made his throat go dry. When she was sitting there like that, unaware of her surroundings she looked so beautiful in that distant trance. He had intended to ask her about a student, but now he had forgotten any thoughts of work. He had other ideas. Unfortunately, he was not sure how to approach her. He cleared his throat to get her attention, suddenly coming back to earth.
“I wanted to ask you about Juanita.” He said after she looked up at him. She smiled at him and told him to come in. She thought he was cute in that hottie-in-nerds-clothing kind of way. His brown hair was always just a fraction too long, and often fell in his eyes. His glasses were reminiscent of Clarke Kent, and his clothes were often crooked or not pressed. She knew he cared about the kids, and always tried to get them the things they needed. Right now all she could think about was what she needed.
“I was just looking at her file. Is there anything we have missed?”
“I’m not sure, do you have her psych report?” He asked
“Yeah, pull up a chair. See, she was tested at the end of the last year. I think the others just forgot about her because she was tested so late in the year, and school was over. What can we do for her?” He didn’t answer right away, and when she looked at him, she caught him sneaking a peak at her breasts. She looked down and realized that her nipples were hard, and poking out through her bra and her shirt. He realized he’d been caught, and looked up at her, blushing.
She didn’t say anything because she wasn’t sure what to say, so she turned back to the file. “Oh, look! She was tested in both languages, and her scores were still low. I know this sounds bad, but her IQ is really low. This is why she is failing her classes. I hadn’t read all the way through her file, and missed it. She doesn’t belong in regular classes at all. I'll bet she is probably eligible for resource classes. What do you think? Will this help?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think this is the angle we have been searching for. I’m so glad you found this. I can read the reports all day, but they mean nothing to me. What do we do next?” he asked. He suddenly stopped. “I’m so sorry, it’s just that you are a beautiful woman, and and uh um I mean…,” he stammered
She leaned over and smiled. “It’s ok, I’m very flattered. I’m turned on by you, and you are just sitting there.”
He leaned over and met her in the middle, kissing her gently. She kissed him back, unsure about the situation, but wanting more.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I know we need to stop.” She was wishing they were anywhere but the school.
He said, “Why? We are the only ones still here. I just saw Kathy leaving.”