One corner of her mouth ticked upward, then Taylor kissed along my cheek until it wasn't still all spitty. "What, you saying you, like, love me or something?" One side of her mouth was a smirk. "Gross, cooties." Why hadn't I drugged her more often? "I don't even know what the word is for what I felt about you Taylor. You're... horrible, frankly. You're mean, and dishonest, and selfish, and arrogant, and-" My neck received a pinch, if only a mild one. "I'm sure there's a but coming somewhere soon, yeah?" "But, you do something to me that nobody else ever has. I lose sleep over you, wishing you were somewhere I could fuck you, touch you, even just look at you. That's coming from a guy who's had six other women servicing the hell out of his cock for weeks on end, and I still can't get you out of my head." Why was I saying these things? I was trying to break up with her, not endear myself further. The goddamn Serenex was making me a little too comfortable with honesty, and as it turne
I held up a hand, but softly. "Fair to say, it's hypocritical of me to get on my high horse about who fucked with whose head. I'll grant you that. Still, you violated my trust. You nearly cost me my career. Hell, you could have sent me to prison, all because you had to adhere to your twisted Emersonian creed about not fitting in when you could because you couldn't fit in when you wanted to." "Don't-" "I care about you Taylor. Love, attraction, self-defeating personality, call it what you want, but I do. But you're not being fair to me if you think I have to throw away my whole life just to prove to you that I'm as hardcore of a rebel as you. If the fact that I drugged you, ogled you, stripped you, and fucked you on the very first day I realized I could doesn't show that I'm willing to go against the grain, then nothing will. Even if I could get past everything you've done, and who am I kidding, I'm sure I would have the next time you kissed me, you and I do not work. "I can't stand
The closet in question wasn't fifty feet from my classroom, designated for the use of the English department. We mostly used it for storage and to file away student papers, a file the district started in kindergarten and returned to graduating seniors. (In my case, since I'd been out most of last week, my substitute had gotten to distribute them and revel in that moment. Not that I was bitter.) As locations went, it ought to be safe, or at least as safe as one could hope for in a building with over two thousand people roaming around in it. At least there were until a few minutes ago. Now the students were gone, and any papers graded and returned. Nobody should have a reason to come in here until August.I tried to glare at Isa, identifiable by her uniform even from a couple hundred feet down the school's central corridor, but her exposure to Serenex did no more to suppress her laughter than my own did to ignore it. As she'd said, Abbie stood by in the dormant closet. She didn't even g
I didn't move away, but as with Taylor, neither did I encourage her. "I have a lot of work to do yet tonight, Abbie." True. I was in no state to do any of that work right now, but I could forgive myself that one small omission. "Oh, fine. C'mon, C-dawg, let's get you out of here." She stood, then hauled me up behind her. I brushed the dust off my butt. "Thank you again. Before we go, though, I wondered if you might permit me one small question." "Go for it." "Taylor told me a lot of things. About how she'd been your boss all along, the stuff she did to Tabitha, to Officer Barbour and Ms. Salata. Now I'd like you tell me if there's anything else she did. Anything Iwon't like," I said, emphasizing the phrasing from the Serenex to help prompt her if she was taciturn. She did seem to be thinking. I decided to chalk up how long she thought to her still recovering from the drug. "Nah, don't think so," she answered anticlimactically. "Look, maybe Taylor told you not to tell anyone, som
I was a doll. After checking the nearby intersection, I waved her out of the room. Nobody was coming closer in any direction, at least not close enough to recognize her or care. The only exception was Isa, who was pretending to text on her phone nearby as she kept watch for us. "It's clear. Leave via the athletics area doors. If you open the E doors without the security code, you'll set off the alarm." I waved her toward the specified exit. A short time later, from my classroom window I could see her strutting down the sidewalk heel-toe peacocked. She'd know I was watching, yes, but she'd walk that walk anyway. It only took an hour of incessant, ear-splitting ringing for the alarm to stop. And that was it. No more students until August. The end of an otherwise unremarkable year, save for one entirely accidental harem and nearly getting fired and sent to prison. Hell, after how things had gone with Taylor, I wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't find some way to flip this around on me y
Once my former seat was filled by the former underclothes of my former travel mates, I shifted into drive and left them in my dust. Isa raised a fist, shrieking some threat that didn't penetrate her car. By the time I turned onto the Sterns' street, the two were jogging after me. I squinted into the rear view mirror to take in the sight of their tits flopping and bobbling madly as they dashed after their vehicle. With a private chuckle, I pulled away.I didn't get their messages until I was back home, my own car resting safely in the garage. I'd found it remarkably without punctured tires, broken windows or even a busted tail light. Taylor seemed to be taking it well. The girls' car hadn't been there; hopefully she was out with friends having a good time and taking her mind off of the whole mess. Mrs. Stern had been outside watering her plants; she had casually returned my wave as I pulled out of her driveway. With what had been done to her, she'd have probably done the same had she s
Mrs. Horen didn't look back, but she did at least halt her typing for a moment to address me. "You may not care what I think, Mr. Canon, but for what it's worth, I do think you're an excellent teacher. We're lucky to have you." It was a good thing she wasn't looking, because I completely failed to mask my surprise. "Um, thank you." "But don't take that to mean that I think you're an innocent man." I didn't know how to respond to that. She didn't elaborate, however, so I simply said, "Have a nice summer, Mrs. Horen." "Mm." The remainder of the morning was spent in the usual end-of-year activities. Reporting missing materials, organizing returned ones, tidying up so August would be one iota less of an ordeal. Amy was in and out, flitting between all the members of her department. She leaned around my doorway; finding me in the midst of re-stacking heavy piles of textbooks, she let herself in. "Hey, you're back. While I have you, we had a couple updates to your fall schedule I want
She somehow followed my incoherent stutters. "You asking about that stuff? Oh, that was so long ago, I can't..." She took a drink, mulling it over. "No, you know what? I think it was that same day, with that whole essay kerfuffle. Funny, right? Yeah, the little fox waited until I was doing one of the bathrooms, snuck up behind me and..." She mimed spraying her face. "Don't you worry, though. Nothing's more important to me than making sure you and your girls can have your fun." My god, when I was poised to listen for it, hearing the way Serenex twisted speech with its rote repetition was just detectable enough to be utterly chilling. "So you knew, this whole time, that we...?" "Sure, sure. You aren't nearly as subtle as you think you are. Classroom doors feature that big gap at the bottom, ya know, and there's a little sliver between those papers you placed over your windows that you can see right in. Don't you lose any sleep over it though. If I saw you were up to anything, I kept o