After school detention. He was the only one in the kitchen and, thanks to some homework that was never done, he had been left to clean. There were a dozen separate kitchens, each with their own sink full of dishes and pans ready to be cleaned. The sun shone outside, reflecting perfectly off the bright green grass. This was no place for an 18 year old, spending his Friday afternoon in detention.
She came out of the store cupboard. Her dark dress, down to her knees, wrapped tightly around her waist. Her plain, white top stuck to her body with the sleeves rolled. Her skin was smooth and healthy, very pure. He knew she was in her late thirties, but he couldn't help thinking of her at night... dreaming of her.
"You'll never get all this cleaned up in time." She said, her voice was hard and on-edge. She always seemed on-edge, like a caged beast almost and all the students tipped-toed around her, scared of unleashing the beast.
She approached him and begun drying the dishes he had put in the drying rack. There was an awkward tension, as there is when any teacher stops acting like a teacher around the students. If there were anyone else here, she would not have started helping him.
"Not like that," She moaned, "Like this."
