"But, Mr. Deutsch is
so
hot! I would do
anything
for him to suspend me..."
"Girls, can you get to class and not talk about me that way in school?"
Lakewind High School is the epitome of diversity. We have rowdy farmers from Scottoline and even preppy rich kids from Eloquence Township. Out of the seven high schools in our district, I'd say I'm the most proud to work at Lakewind. Not because I'm a vice principal that makes good money, but also because the faculty is fantastic.
I'm one of three vice principals who are then led by the main principal, Mrs. Alice Swivel. A veteran principal of 15 years, Mrs. Swivel was such a sexy, older woman. Healthy curves defined her larger figure even though she was in her sixties. She would flirt playfully with me sometimes, probably because I'm the youngest male in the administration department. But, she had a distinct elegance about her. The way she walked, the way she spoke, all drove me wild...
While she was in her early sixties, I was thirty six years old and unmarried. I had nothing to lose if something were to happen with a faculty member. Probably a slap on the wrist and "keep it on the down low." Alice wasn't one for keeping secrets, but if it was necessary, even the FBI wouldn't be able to uncover the details. My job was still safe, thankfully.
I am the famous Mr. Deutsch among the female students. I knew I was handsome, but not worthy of being lusted after by two thousand teenage girls. Being 6'3, clean shaven, and fit, it makes it difficult for some of the girls to take me seriously. Although, I have a sharp, serious stare that weakens them to their knees.
"
His eyes are so blue, they're like the shiny water in Barbados..."
"I think he's gigantic under those dress pants."
"If he has a wife, she needs a plaque for the 'Luckiest Woman in the World.'"
It was a Tuesday morning when Mrs. Swivel popped into my office, about an hour before school started. I was getting a head start with my paperwork while sipping on some coffee as I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I called out, keeping my eyes on my computer screen.
The office door creaked open and Alice poked her head in.
"Ah, Michael, you're here! Just the man I wanted to see!" she greeted, cheerfully.
"Mrs. Swivel," I began, shoving my paperwork aside. "Please take a seat. What brings you by so early? There's no morning meeting today, is there?"
"No, no, no!" she laughed with an unusually wide smile. "I just came by to chat."