Catherine Snow was a stickler for literature.
Back in the day, when Cathy was a little girl, she was a voracious reader. English was her favorite class, her favorite A to earn, with Math in close second. She decided while she was a teenager that she wanted to spread the gift of the English language to the world. What better way to do that than teaching? She got her degree, and went into Belleview high teaching Freshmen English.
Unfortunately, her love of English gave her a strict no tolerance policy, which she implanted on those who had no grasp of it. Even though she persisted in making sure anyone who made a grammatical error was well aware(though she didn't know it, her ferociousness with which she corrected papers with her trademark red ink pen had made the students take to call her 'The Fire-Breather'), she was also quite bewitching to the male students and teachers, and sometimes, the women too.
Now at the age of 60, Cathy had become a shadow, a mirror that if gazed at close enough, revealed the past. Her face had a few wrinkles beginning to form on her cheeks that were small but noticeable, her belly had just begin to receive the start of a paunch, there was a dash of fat that was beginning to form a pocket on her arms, and her breasts had begun to sag woefully. Still, she looked better than most 60 year-old women, and some of the younger ones too. Unlike that Eco-Bitch Elin Mathis on the 1st floor, Cathy took strides to keep herself at least in average shape. She was watching what she ate, exercising when she could, and keeping her breasts and ass looking lovely with push up-bras and thongs to hide her panty line, respectfully. She may be getting old, but she would be damned if she would start wearing those atrocious grandma bloomers.
Even with all this help however, this didn't stop her husband, a former math teacher, from cheating on her with a Law student from Belleview Tech. As if to compound the message, most of the teachers had stopped giving her looks out of the corner of her eyes, or even trying to pinch her ass, when they thought she wasn't looking.
All this made it that much surprising when a man gave her that very same look when she arrived for school that early September day.
That man, a tall 23-year old who dressed casually in black loafers, grey slacks, and a black button-up, was staring out the window of the hallway, into the patio where students ate their lunch if it was warm enough. But as she rolled her suitcase down the hallway, she caught him glance up, smile and glance back down. Cathy held back a smile herself. As vain as it sounded she missed those sidelong glances. The thought distracted her so much that she was fumbling with the classroom door. "Let me help you with that," the man volunteered. She relinquished the key and he opened the door with ease. "Thank you, Mister..."
"Woods. Tom Woods." He took her hand and kissed, eliciting a giggle from the fire-breather. "And you are?"
"Cathy Snow. I teach English."
