Miss Singh was awful quiet that Friday afternoon. She sat behind her desk, looked down at the papers she was supposed to be grading, but her hands were not moving. She looked to be a far away planet and rules of this world no longer were intended for her.
Outside the afternoon was bright and sunny. This was the hottest summer in years. The beaches were packed every afternoon. Almost nobody was staying home anymore. A bunch of kids were playing tackle football in the grass outside of Miss Singh's first window.
Freddy Gordon glanced over at the best teacher he ever had and saw the look on her face. She was an attractive Indian woman with a face he could stare at for hours. If time had no made them fifteen years apart he would have married her. But Freddy was too young to think anything serious could ever happen between them. He was eighteen years old and they were plenty fish in the sea. It was still in his best interest to stare at the lovely woman, however. She was dressed for the summer, a pink shirt with a Teddy bear in the middle and black shorts that went down to her knees. Her skin was dark brown and she was skinny as a toothpick. Her breasts were very small and still very lovely. She looked very enticing to most men around the school and most students who saw her walking passed them.
Her long dark hair was Freddy's favorite part of Miss Singh. He loved the way it glistened in the morning. He loved the way in went down to the crack of her bony ass. Miss Singh could always make him feel so venerable, so desperate. He could love her forever if he had the opportunity.
He resisted the intense urges to stare at her any longer and got back to his American History work. Her image was captured in his mind. His fantasies were written in thick green notebooks. Someday he would be with Miss Singh, he felt this to be true.
The fifteen minutes left in the class went by quickly. The sound of the bell that signaled the end of class, and more importantly to most, the end of school, caught Freddy by surprise. He did not want the period to end so fast. He got out of his seat nonetheless and made his way out of Miss Singh's American History class. That's when he heard her voice calling him from behind.
Freddy turned around and saw Miss Singh looking at him. She was slightly smiling, but she also looked concerned.
"Is there a reason for you staring at me so much during class?" Miss Singh asked when he arrived at the front of her desk.
There was plan etched in his mind if Miss Singh ever caught him staring. He had the perfect story made up in his head.
"I wasn't staring at you," he said, keeping his acting skills in control. "I was watching the clock." He pointed to the clock behind Miss Singh as if to prove himself correct.
"You stare at the clock ten to fifteen minutes a day," she said. "Is my class that boring. You just can't wait to get out of here." Miss Singh sounded a little hurt.
"Well the work is too easy. I get an A on just about everything you hand out. But I'm just like most other students here, I just can't wait to get out of school."
"You are one of my better students," she spoke slowly. "You have the highest grade of all five of my classes combined."
Freddy was absolutely proud of this fact. He was never a bright student, but because Miss Singh was the only teacher he actually liked, he gave each assignment she gave his best effort.
"I'm really proud of you, Freddy," she continued. "You do all the work, you never hand in anything late, you never come in late and you never ever complain about all the work I give. Hell, you have not missed a single day."
Freddy saw a glare in her eyes. Was that lust? He wasn't sure, but it looked like it.
"I'm glad my class gives you so much fulfillment," she talked slower. "It makes me feel like I'm doing a good job. I grew up in India and life there was so much harder. You considered lucky to get a chance to go to school. Here the opportunity comes for everyone and so many just toss it away. But not you. I'm glad to see you achieve so highly in my class, but disappointed to hear you find my class boring."
Freddy quickly thought of something to say. He did want this moment to end. He had a good chance with his favorite teacher if he didn't ruin it.
"Your class isn't boring. I like doing the work. I think your great teacher. The best teacher I ever had."
She smiled revealing her white teeth. Her eyes were moving up and down, seeming to get a good look at Freddy's body. If she was than she liked what she saw. Her smile brightened.
"Thanks," Miss Singh said. Her voice was higher, filled with glee. "You're one of my favorite students. Maybe the best I ever had."
"Maybe," he acted disappointed. "Who else will do all your work and never complain once?"
"Not too many. But homework, class work, quizzes and tests don't tell me everything. I need to get to know you in away know other teacher gets to know before I call you my favorite."
Freddy's heart was beating a little faster. Miss Singh was staring a whole through his eyes.
"You look like one of the strongest I've ever had in class. You look gentle though."
Freddy stood at six foot three and about two hundred pounds. His blonde hair and green eyes made him look like any other all-American young men. He played football and basketball for the first four years of his high school life, and even gave baseball and track a go. He was in excellent condition, indeed very strong, but Miss Singh was right, he was very gentle. Athletics had only made him appear tough in the eyes of his friends and other classmates. Without athletics his schoolwork has improved.
