Monday, Week 1
Twenty-six high school seniors sat quietly on edge, waiting for four fellow students to show up for their last class on Monday afternoon. They were quiet and jittery because Miss Bledsoe ran a tight ship, and the four missing boys were putting her science class behind schedule. They were now seven minutes late for class and the rest were left to watch Miss Bledsoe pace the length of her chalkboard like a caged lion. She was constantly fiddling with her wristwatch, circling it around her wrist, and checking it against the room clock. Miss Bledsoe was so adamant about keeping things on schedule that a common joke amongst her students was that her watch most likely read in military time.
"Does anyone know where Messrs. Floyd, Ramsey, Chandra, and Curnow might be, they are not on the absentee list for today?" asked Miss Bledsoe.
The first to raise a hand was Shelly Chipowski. The senior class's number one snitch and faculty kiss-ass. If there was anything you didn't want the administration to know about, Shelly was the person to avoid.
"Yes, Miss Chipowski?"
"Um, on Mondays, I think they all have gym class right before this one, Miss Bledsoe."
"Thank you, Miss Chipowski."
"No problem, always glad to help."
A minute later, the four MIA boys came trotting into class, sweaty and out of breath.
"Well, gentlemen, I'm so glad you could find the time to join us. It's now 2:43 by my watch, which makes you eight minutes late for my class. Where have you been?" Miss Bledsoe demanded.
A lone hand raised.
"Please, Mr. Floyd, enlighten us."
"Sorry Miss Bledsoe, but none of the bells in the gym are working, and Coach Wilkins didn't realize class had run overtime."
"Well then, you boys are lucky we weren't doing labs today, but a regular class is just as important and I expect you to be on time. We have a lot to cover today, so let's get started, shall we?"
Ravin Bledsoe stood 5'10" tall, 118lbs, with long, silky, chestnut hair and rich brown eyes to match. She was thirty-six years old, had a brain the size of New Zealand, and was most likely the horny vixen in at least half of her student's hormonally driven sex dreams. Though she was nearly six feet tall, her lithe frame and fluid gait gave her a petite appearance.
Though very pretty, being slender in build, nearly flat chested, and slight of butt, Miss Bledsoe was not voluptuous by any means. However, she conjured thoughts of sex in both males and females as their eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went.
Ravin Bledsoe had taught at Coral Valley High in Miami, Florida for the last six years. She held several degrees in General Sciences, and Biology, along with several others in Human Anatomy and Physiology. Teaching was absolutely the most important thing in her life. Sex was a very close second. She loved expanding the minds of her young students, often going above and beyond to help those who struggled. For anyone to fail her class was simply out of the question.
Now that her classroom was at full attendance, she began reviewing a lesson on the differences and similarities in the central nervous systems of contemporary invertebrates, asking random key questions that would be on a six page practice test that coming Friday. The school year was ending in eight short weeks, and she wanted everyone to be as prepared as possible for final exams.
After posing a question, Miss Bledsoe picked one of her students, appearing more reluctant to raise a hand.
"Yes, Miss Reynolds?" she called.
Chloe Reynolds stood and gave her answer while Miss Bledsoe listened, scanning the rest of her class for daydreamers and phone-fiddlers. When her gaze fell upon Jonathan Ramsey, one of her top students, she stopped for a double-take. Jonathan was among the four boys late for class. Something wasn't right at first glance. Something other than him still wearing his sweaty gym uniform.
Miss Bledsoe removed her black framed, nerdy-girl glasses, wiping them free of anything distorting her vision, then placed them back her pixie-like nose for a second look. A second look in his direction met with Jonathan's pinkish, one-eyed-wonder peaking out from just inside the leg of his shorts. He sat in the front desk of the first row, closest to the door, and to the left of Miss Bledsoe's own desk.
Distracted and titillated, Miss Bledsoe failed to notice the long silence following Chloe's answer, standing speechless in a haze of disbelief and voyeuristic curiosity.
"Is that correct, Miss Bledsoe? Uh, Miss Bledsoe?"
"What? Ye..., Yes, Chloe. Well done. Thank you."
Ravin hadn't a clue if Chloe Reynolds had given the correct answer, or the winning numbers in the New York State lottery. Her mind had gone blank as her pulse quickened, breath shortened, and the room's temperature seemed to jump ten degrees. It'd been somewhere in the neighborhood of three years since she relinquished her 'wicked ways', but the 'Sweet Bird of Youth' was presently screaming in her ear.
Miss Bledsoe posed another question, selecting another student to answer, then began making frenzied calculations behind her gorgeous brown eyes.
"The school has a policy that all gym shorts should extend to a little more than mid-thigh, depending how high or low the students wore them," she reasoned in silence. "So, if Jonathan's are worn correctly, and 'it', was approximately two or three inches inside the leg, then he must packing at least... Holy shit! Teacher's got a new pet, Baby!" she cheered silently.
Miss Bledsoe was the consummate teacher. The hours she spent in school on any given day were dedicated to educating and improving the young minds in her charge. But, when Jonathan Ramsey's slightly generous appendage appeared within her field of vision, certain proclivities of her lifestyle threatened that discipline. She found herself having to work a little harder at being that teacher, and less of a curious voyeur.
About fifteen minutes before class was due to end, Jonathan became aware of his goods being on display, trying desperately to correct it. Wearing only flimsy shorts and no underwear, it proved difficult to keep the apple of his science teacher's eye from flopping back into view.
At 3:28, Miss Bledsoe took up her usual position by the door to issue any last minute lesson reminders, and wish her students a good evening as they exited her classroom.
