My mom, Christina, had been at war with one of her students, Zack, the starting quarterback on the university's football team. The meathead, who was left behind a year, had no trouble getting girls his age...hell, I think half the campus wanted him. Guys were forced to be his friend because if you weren't his friend, he was your bully.
Christina was the law of the school board. She was essentially the principal and the dean rolled into one. She'd been doing this position for the last year, an acting position with an amalgamated role, as her predecessor had left the job to run another college. Before that, Christina taught physical education and home economics. Her paths crossed with Zack's countless times, as she had reprimanded him for his behavior, his attitude, his bullying, and even for catching the head cheerleader sucking his enormous cock under the bleachers of the football field.
My mom talked about her frustrations a lot. Sometimes she didn't even ask me how I was or how my day went - she just came home and talked about Zack, ad-nauseum. How she had her hands full with the 'big guy', how 'strong' of a fight he put up against her during their encounters, how she didn't know what to do with this 'thick' headed 'piece of meat.' I threw in a little innuendo of my own by suggesting that my mother was being too 'hard' on him, and to remember how she was when she was his age, even though Christina was only five years older than him.
I got a part-time job at the school doing cleanup duty on the side to pay for school, thanks to my mom. I got a first-hand experience of how Zack ruled the school when he gave me a swirly in the boy's locker room after practice. He told me all newbies, staff or otherwise, had to go through initiation. I unsuccessfully struggled to free myself as the football team held my arms back while Zack pissed right on my face after a big game. Laughing at my misfortune. Zack told me he knew I wouldn't say anything, as it would only suffer further humiliation. Considering I wasn't even a student there, and a couple of years older than Zack, this wasn't something I wanted out there.
Thing got worse as time went on, as Zack would dump garbage in front of me when I was sweeping, or make me trip by sticking out his foot when I walked by him. I told my mom everything, all the bullying her son went through at the hands of the school jock. She was shocked at first, then told me how disappointed she was that the boy she raised was a complete wimp, a sissy, who couldn't stand up to a real man.
