Bobby encountered Miss Ingalls in the hallway the next day when he was returning to class after lunch.
"Robert, would you mind stopping at my office after school?" Doreen asked.
The assistant principal's request startled the young man. What did she want? As far as he knew, he hadn't done anything to warrant being called to the office. Why did Miss Ingalls want to see him? "Ah...sure, Miss Ingalls," he replied.
After the dismissal bell rang, the young man walked down the hall toward the office, his heart pounding. He was sure he'd done nothing wrong, but having to go to the office upset him just the same. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on Miss Ingalls' door.
"Come in," came her soft, husky voice in response to his knock.
Bobby opened the door and walked in. Miss Ingalls was sitting behind her desk, but rose as he entered. Bobby looked at her. She sure was gorgeous. Her outfits were always dynamite and today's was no exception. She was wearing a white cable-knit sweater and white ribbed skirt that clung lovingly to her fine physique.
"Sit down, Mr. Draper," Doreen said. "I have a couple of things to finish, then we can talk."
Still not sure why he was there, Bobby sat down. Even though he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, he was nervous.
Doreen Ingalls, aware of the young man's discomfort, was doing nothing of importance, but she knew from experience that the more uneasy students were, the easier they were to deal with, so she continued writing out her grocery list while she let Bobby grow more and more nervous.
Under her cool exterior, the assistant principal was as almost uptight as the young man, but for different reasons. She had decided she had to find out exactly how good a lover Bobby was. It had been a long time since she'd been to bed with a man and the boy sitting across her desk from her, although he didn't know it yet, was about to be the beneficiary of her decision to end her long period of abstinence from males.
It seemed like he'd been sitting there for ages, but was only a few minutes, when Bobby saw Miss Ingalls finish writing. She put her pen down and looked at him over her desk. "There," she said, "I'm done." She reached across her desk, picked up a folder and, as she lifted it, she knocked over her coffee cup. The coffee spilled onto her lap.
"Oh, darn!" Doreen exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. There was a brown stain on her skirt. "Look what I've done! I'm going to have to go home and get this in cold water before the stain sets." She picked up her purse. "You can come with me, please, Robert," she said, starting for the door.
Bobby wondered why they couldn't just talk about whatever she wanted to talk about some other time, but he wasn't sure it would be a good idea to argue with the assistant principal, so he followed her out of the office. He liked the view he got as Miss Ingalls walked ahead of him. She had an extremely well-shaped bottom which moved impressively as she strode down the hallway ahead of him. Her legs, encased in white pantyhose, were very well-shaped, too, the young man observed.
Doreen, her heart pounding, walked rapidly out of the school and headed for the parking lot with a confused Bobby following her. She reached her car and turned to him. "Get in, Robert," she said.
Bobby slid into the passenger seat of Miss Ingalls' little red imported convertible and watched the assistant principal slide behind the wheel. He noticed that she displayed a lot of lovely, white nylon-encased leg as she got into the low-slung car. He was confused. What was going on? Miss Ingalls fastened her seat belt and started the car. When it began moving, Bobby put on his seat belt, too.
"Ah...Miss Ingalls," he said.
"Yes, Robert?" Doreen asked as she drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the main street.
"Why...why couldn't we, ah, do this tomorrow?" Bobby asked.
"I need to talk with you today," Doreen said, "about something very important."
"Oh," Bobby replied. His insides went cold. What did she want to talk to him about that was that important it couldn't wait? Had he done something wrong he didn't remember doing?
A few minutes later Doreen, her heart pounding harder and harder, turned into the parking lot of her apartment building. She pulled into her parking space in the basement of the building and shut off the car. Turning to Bobby, she said, "Please come in with me, Robert."
Bobby, more confused than ever, followed the assistant principal into the building and up two flights of stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the door and went inside. He followed, wondering, "What the hell is going on?"
"Have a seat, Robert," Doreen said, indicating one of the chairs in her living room. "I'll be right with you." She headed for her bedroom.
"Ah, sure," Bobby said. He sat down on the modern-looking leather sofa Miss Ingalls had pointed to.
Doreen walked into her bedroom and, standing in front of the open bedroom door with her back to it, she slipped out of her clothes, leaving her wearing only a very lacy white bra, matching thong bikini, and white stockings. She laid her sweater and stained skirt on the bed then she turned around.
Bobby waited on the sofa, filled with trepidation. He couldn't imagine why the assistant principal had brought him to her apartment. He looked up and realized he could see her in her bedroom, and she was taking her clothes off! He gulped and swallowed hard. "Does she know I can see her getting undressed?" he wondered as his heart began to pound. The stunned young man was unable to take his eyes off the breathtaking apparition displayed for him through the open bedroom door. Miss Ingalls had her back to him, so she might not know he was watching her, but then she turned around and their eyes met.
