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Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Just a flash story. A rather dark and sordid little flash story, not to be taken too seriously.
Lilah Quentin sighed heavily as she walked the now empty corridor of JF Kennedy High School.
Their graduation ceremony had been held last night. Not much of a ceremony, really. Of the twenty nine students she'd had in her senior class at the beginning of the year, only seventeen of them had actually graduated. Five would be either attending summer school, or returning again for the next school year, and seven of the students had left at various stages during the school year, never to return again.
She unlocked her classroom door and stood, shocked at the scene in front of her.
Two of the school's athletes, handsome, muscle –bound young men, had a third student, a scrawny young man on his knees between them. One muscle-bound student had his thick cock up the scrawny young man's ass and the other muscle-bound young man was jamming his cock down the young man's throat.
Miss Quentin!" the young man fucking the young man's ass gasped.
"We thought you were gone!" the other jock cried out, pulling his squirting cock from the cute young man's sucking mouth.
"I can see that," Lilah finally said.
"Please don't tell my daddy," Chad Hopper, the scrawny young eighteen year old sobbed as he quickly pulled on his shorts.
"I'm not telling anyone; just get out, please," Lilah sighed as the eighteen year old Chad and his two nineteen year old fuck buddies scampered out, faces hot red.
Lilah completed her final chores; tallying up and accounting for all the textbooks, making a list of the items she would need for the next school year, items she knew she'd never see because they weren't in the budget, and making sure that all desks were free and clear of any perishable items. She'd heard horror stories of malicious students leaving dead fish secreted in a desk, so that after a long, hot summer of no air-conditioning, the first day of school would be a putrid one indeed.
One student, according to Mrs. Meeks, had actually left a pet snake in a desk.
"I actually peed on myself; the damned animal was still alive when I found it," the woman said.
"Knock knock," Mrs. Abramson said from the doorway of Lilah's classroom.
"Come on in," Lilah said, nodding toward the stack of books on her wooden desk.
"And you'll be back by June twelfth?" Mrs. Abramson verified.
"Yes ma'am; Hannah needs braces," Lilah said, as if that explained why she'd agreed to teach Summer school classes.
Mrs. Abramson smiled. Of the eight teachers, only Lilah and Coach Bigelow had taken the five thousand dollar bonus she'd dangled as bait.
"Well, hope you enjoy seeing your girls," Mrs. Abramson said, taking the inventory list Lilah had prepared.
The fifteen and a half hour drive from Stepping Stone, Louisiana to Matthew, North Carolina was a grueling one.
Her mother greeted her and Lilah was shocked at her mom's appearance. The woman had aged nearly ten years in the five months since Christmas.
"Doctor Gordon says it's Parkinson's," the woman said stoically.
Lilah burst into sobs; she should have been here to help her mother, been here to support her mother.
"Oh, good God, Lilah, it's me that's got it, not you," her mother snapped in a shaking voice.
The next day, Hannah, Robin, and Shannon were dropped off by Brandon. The man could not leave the driveway fast enough, grateful for a respite from the intolerable girls.
After three days of their constant complaints, whining, and demands, Lilah was ready to return to Stepping Stone.
"Oh, dear, this came for you," her mother said and Lilah again felt self-pity welling up at her mother's shuffling gait and shaking speech.
It was an announcement of their Fifteenth Year High School Reunion. Lilah felt a white hot rage boil up immediately.
It had been at their tenth year high school reunion that she'd had a fling, a one-night stand with Michael Bae. Somehow her husband Brandon had found out and they'd divorced.
Because of Michael Bae, Lilah was now a divorced woman. Because of Michael Bae, Lilah was no longer a housewife and mother. She was a teacher, in a state fifteen and a half hours away from her mother, from her daughters.
"God damn you to hell, Michael Bae," Lilah muttered, looking at the announcement.
