I was busy introducing a new math concept when a young woman stepped through the doorway. She smiled at me and wandered to the nearest chair and sat down. My students barely noticed her, but I did.
A few minutes later the bell rang and the students thronged outside, leaving me with a beautiful student teacher named Celena. We chatted animatedly for several minutes about her practicum. She was quite nervous as we talked and she kept shifting in her chair. Twice she re-crossed her legs causing her skirt to inch higher. I could tell she was uncomfortable-she kept tugging the skirt back, hoping it wouldn't travel any further up, but she was not having any luck. I stole glances at her legs and curves, never lingering long.
Her practicum started. Most days she wore conservative clothes. Occasionally, she wore the same short skirt and tight top. It was really difficult to stay professional and not stare at her beautiful figure-full breasts, a tantalizing walk and legs that stirred my imagination. I was married; she was married but half my age. I could dream about a night with her or even an hour but a dream would be as close as I ever got.
We usually met in the mornings and discussed the previous lessons and new ones. Approximately, two weeks into the practicum we met in my room. As she walked into the room I could see she was visibly upset. At first we discussed a science lesson and the need for a hands-on approach. Her work had centered more on lecturing or showing students. Then I remarked how much the children in the class were enjoying her fresh style and positive approach. Suddenly, tears appeared and she was rubbing them away with her hand.
"I love these kids," she cried.
"Well, they love you too," I replied slowly.
"I...I have to quit."
"What? Everything is going great."
"I've got insurmountable problems. Financial and marital. I can't say much more."
"I think I deserve to know, Celena. I've spent a lot of time helping you."
"I guess you're right. My husband, Jacob, left me. He's tired of our debt, my debt. But I think he's met a younger woman."
"A younger woman. You're only 26 aren't you?"
"She's twenty-two and looks sixteen. He says I'm twenty-six and look like thirty-five."
"You're gorgeous. Let me get this straight. He doesn't find you attractive?"
"I think so, but Jacob's always been immature. He wants to spend his evenings in the bar, drink and just be happy-go-lucky. We've been saddled down with an expensive apartment, car and a huge student debt. It's too much for him. I think the cute little brunette is an excuse."
I placed my hand on her knee unconsciously. Her hand fell over mine, gripping it like an anxious child.
"There's more."
"What do you mean?"
"My debt is so large the bank wouldn't give me any more funds."
"And?"
"I can't pay my tuition this term. I have until the end of the week to pay or I'm dropped from my final practicum."
"Wow!" I explained. "This is a nightmare for you."
"Does your husband know about this?"
"Yeah. He opened the letter. I think it scared him. Now, I'm up shit creek."
I looked at the pretty blonde. She was so sexy with her short straight hair, pouty lips and tear-stained cheeks. My thoughts were certainly not pure.
