I told my next story the Tuesday before February School Vacation, Lexi and I leaving for Florida that Thursday. I actually told two stories that day, the first in her class before lunch and the second in Elle's class after lunch. Both were well received, the children now anticipating the interactions between Batman, Lexi, myself and the characters from the books that their teachers had just read them. They especially looked forward to finding out which one of them would be the focal point of my story, my asking the two teachers which of her students might need a little, "encouragement."
It was my understanding that those students did indeed get a boost in self confidence, however short lived, and showed much more interest in their schoolwork, especially reading.
I got a boost in self esteem every time I heard the children laugh, the hero or heroine cry out, "That's me...! And especially whenever I would get a hug from one of the kids, an unsolicited expression of gratitude for making their day in some way better!
They both encouraged me to become a, "substitute," teacher, given that I could pretty much make my own schedule. And they double teamed me after the story in Elle's class, a subject that they'd obviously discussed previously.
Ms. Yelle took the lead, telling me that, "The kids take to you immediately, which is unusual given that the vast majority of elementary school teachers are women. In your case it could be your relationship with your granddaughter, but it goes way beyond that because of the way you relate to them. You're doing them and yourself a disservice by not taking advantage of this opportunity." To which Elle added, "And while I agree 100% with what Alyssa (Ms. Yelle) just said, the answer to why you connect so easily with children..., is they can see the child in you right away. They know that you're getting as much enjoyment out of telling them your stories as they get listening to them."
A shrug and, "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm afraid that Batman and Alexis would lose something in the translation between 3
rd
and 12
th
grades!"
They both laughed, Yelle saying, "You obviously haven't dealt with 12
th
graders in a while. You're giving them way too much credit." To which Elle added, "So you should never take an assignment in any class past 3
rd
grade."
I promise to consider their proposal.
Wednesday, Elle took another day off, this one a, "Mental Health," day.
I won't comment!
However, according to her, it was the second time in her nearly fifteen year career that she'd taken a day off for anything other than pregnancy or sickness. The first was the day we'd gone to see the plastic surgeon.
I picked her up and had planned a full day of merriment, an effort on my part to take her mind off her impending surgery and according to her, what was far worse, my twelve day absence. The one positive I could point to was my wife's change of mind about coming back with Lexi and I. With the still frigid Northeast weather hell on her joints, she decided to invite her older brother and sister-in-law to spend ten days with her while I was gone. With her still in Florida, I had nearly complete freedom to come and go as I pleased.
I would also be back in time to take her to the follow up with the doctor.
Since it was the first time we'd been out together since our date and, "interesting," experiences at "Katmandu," and, "Eden Redux," one of the things I'd arranged was an, "accidental," rendezvous with Brendan, the young "bouncer" we'd met at "Eden."
He and I had exchanged emails and I'd found out it was him whom Sherry had been referring when she admitted to, "..., getting a little," while bartending downstairs at, "Eden."
"..., that was another reason, aside from my respect for Margaux's rules, that I didn't start something with you that night. It would have been disrespectful to Sherry too."
I agreed, but asked if he would be interested in another shot at Elle? "Where and when?" his only question.
He owned a, one truck, delivery service, mostly, "lost," luggage returned to customers from the airport. He'd also handled, in-state, pick-up and deliveries of business transfers, one location to another.
"Normally, I'll know by closing what my next day will look like. If you can give me a 36 hour warning, unless something urgent comes up, I can set up a window where I'd be able to meet you," he wrote.
When I contacted him on Monday, asking about a chance for a noon to 3:00 PM on Wednesday, he responded with..., "You'll know by 5:00 PM tomorrow."
True to his word, his message remained, "Where and when?"
That was something that I'd thought long and hard about. While it was obvious that she had absolutely no inhibitions about exposing herself in almost any public setting, given her performances at, 2Hot, Seductive Nights, Katmandu and Eden..., how would I get her to agree to a liaison with a man she barely knew or cared about? After all, the circumstances of his interaction with her couldn't have been more favorable. She was half in the bag to begin with, coming off an experience at Katmandu where she'd been the object of continuous voyeuristic desire and then introduced into an atmosphere at Eden Redux that she'd been preconditioned to believe would be sexually promiscuous. Throw in the dress and her interaction with Keith, Amy and the rest of the partiers..., it was a perfect storm opportunity for Brendan to get lucky!
How do you duplicate such an experience?
You don't!
So I told him where and when..., and that I was going to put him in the same place at the same time with her..., and let him use his, "wit and charm," to seduce her.
I made no promises that he would be successful, but as with Matt, I asked that he not let on that we'd communicated and that our meeting would be purely accidental.
Picked her up in the usual place at the usual time, heading for the city and, "Seductive Nights." I told her I had plans for another night out, once I had returned, but not until after she'd gotten the okay from her plastic surgeon that it was, "medically safe," for her to resume some of her normal activities. That being the case, I didn't think that dancing and cavorting with other girls on the dance floor would be considered, "normal," activities, so I would find something else for us to do, that something needing more, "conservative," attire.
"Why don't we just go to the mall?" once I'd finished my discourse.
"I said, "..., more, "conservative...," I didn't say, "Pilgrim Clothing R'Us."
"Okay," with a smile, "I get it."
Hue was glad to see us, her first words, "I hope a man comes to the store while you are here. It makes my day better to watch you show off for him."
I cringed, thinking that greeting would discourage Elle from any further, "showing off!"
Fortunately, it had the opposite effect because now she had Hue, a "co-conspirator," to share the blame with if she got into trouble.
I told her what I had planned and what I was looking to have Elle model.
They paid no attention to me, Hue grabbing a few things she'd put aside and Elle cruising the aisles in search of, "showing off," styles.
While no men came into the store, the two girls practiced as if one had! Hue would bring clothes to the dressing room, both those that she'd chosen and also those that Elle picked out. Once that was done, they would both enter the dressing room, Hue leaving to grab some shoes and accessories, leaving both sides of the dressing room curtain slightly open. Elle would then pretend she was unaware of the mistake, undress, try on the garments and so forth.
We all had fun, Hue getting the hang of it and even pulling a, "Kat," when the fashion challenged Elle put something on backwards. (actually happened!) Hue laughed and went into the dressing room to help straighten things out and in the process of helping, played with..., and it wasn't accidental, played with Elle's tits. Pretending to be shocked, Elle looked at her and asked, "How dare you...?" Hue acted just as shocked, answering, "Because you want me to!" I bought the dress and....
..., while Elle had walked in wearing jeans, a sweater and a jacket, she walked out wearing another denim mini skirt, a lightweight hooded, zipper front sweat shirt and me holding the bag with her other new clothes, as well as the old clothes and her jacket.
The sweat shirt was unzipped to between her breasts.
I'd purposely parked across from the construction site again, Elle making no comment upon arrival, probably because there'd been no workers outside. That being the case we just walked directly to the store.
