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Tim let out a controlled sigh as he looked out the clear classroom windows. Winter flurries had begun outside, shrouding his field of vision to no more than 30 or so feet. The impending snowstorm carried with it an almost excited cozy feeling. Tim usually liked this sense of warmth. He would feel at ease if the stabbing worry at the forefront of his mind could be resolved.
With a nervous glance he had conducted too many times in the past hour, the clock confirmed the time to be 2:45. 15 minutes before dismissal. Recently, the winter nor'easters had brought brutal road conditions, and just last week, 3 buses, 2 crammed with kids, swerved off the road. In response, with near unanimous decision from the PTA board, mandatory individual transportation was enacted. In other words, parents could pick up their kid - and only their kid - or, students who could, drove home.
The latter option rang frustratingly in Tim's head, as even though he turned 18 several months ago and has been able to drive for a while, his car was trapped in his driveway. The forecasts only had foreseen a blizzard in the past hour or so, therefore, Tim thought it a great idea to carpool with his friends to school this morning. He could not ride back with them due to the strict school-mandated laws. As for his only other option, his parents, not heeding to the countless e-mails from the PTA, had gone to Florida a couple days ago.
Tim was trapped.
As the wind started a foreboding howl, Tim's eyes traced the lines of desks fit into the cramped room. English was his last class of the day, and he was glad of it. The 30 or so students occupied the classroom barely and noisily, at least, on a normal day. The present PTA guidelines enabled parents to keep their kids at home if they pleased, to do online work instead. Tim could not afford this luxury. He needed to be present in school to finish an art project and even if he didn't, his parents would never sign off on an opportunity to send Tim away, he thought indignantly.
As it stood, there were 7 kids waiting for the bell to ring, along with Tim. 7 kids and Mrs. Burdeck of course.
Mrs. Burdeck was the object of lust to all the boys at Appleton High, with her wide hips, full lips and piercing green eyes. It was with resent (and a little envy) the other female teachers often looked at her when she wore short sun skirts in May, or bright, attention-grabbing yoga pants in the cooler months. This morning, the stout Mrs. Quick nearly had a heart attack from shock at the show of cleavage displayed by Mrs. Burdeck.
"The lack of professionalism is astounding!" She thought, fuming. The black, form-fitting shirt, immodest by other standards, was second only to murder in the minds of many staff.
Standing at 6 foot, any amount of skin shown by the bold instructor was in contrast, a victory to any hormonal boy teenager. Echoing throughout Tim's mind often at night, were guilty thoughts pertaining to the brunette's figure. These thoughts were dimly present in him at the moment, as Mrs. Burdeck leaned over to speak quietly to Tim's classmate. As she spoke to the girl, the teacher seemingly unconsciously displayed a plump rear and full, luscious thighs. Tim shook his head at the intruding notions and focused at the task on hand.
Eyes darting to the clock, Tim realized with a start that dismissal began in 5 minutes. What could he do! He couldn't ask one of his friends for a ride. The severe punishment for disobeying the individual transportation rules threw the idea out of the picture. What then! If only his block-headed parents were in town, much less in state! It was always this way with them, Tim's needs later, their nee-
A tap on his shoulder shook Tim out of his inward rant. Looking upward at the source, those guilty thoughts earlier dealt with seemed to fight with all their strength to be the center of Tim's focus. Two objects however, won the battle for his attention.
An understanding of Mrs. Quick's dramatics ushered into Tim's mind. The crevice between Mrs. Burdeck's milky white breasts clutched his eyes for several moments, before the embarrassed adolescent quickly regained composure. Two encapsulating emeralds instead reeled in Tim's mind, the teacher's form leaning in to talk with him.
A warm smile opened to say "Do you have a ride Tim?"
The semi-enchanted look quickly was wiped from Tim's face in place of a sputtering and conflicted one. He couldn't tell Mrs. Burdeck that he DIDN'T have a ride... What would she say!
"Uh kinda... well i mea- Yeah... no, yeah i got one."
"Okay, sounds good," her deep voice resonated. Although cheating was commonplace among other subjects, no student ever plagiarized on one of Mrs. Burdeck's papers. Her confidant tone and impenetrable green gaze it seemed made a natural lie detector, and Tim suspected that she was somehow aware of his true situation. As she walked away, Tim's head couldn't help but nudge to accommodate a prolonged glance at her shifting hips.
Slowly, the company of Tim and Mrs. Burdeck began to dwindle. The storm had grown from a small flurry of snow to a full out blizzard and soon, Tim found himself in a room alone with the instructor.
The air actually seemed warm as Mrs. Burdeck came over to Tim to sit down. Tim, seeing this move, hastily planned a holey excuse in his head for his current predicament.
"Umm Mrs Bur- I mean... apparently my mom's car like, broke down or something a little bit ago and she hasn't responded since, Mrs. Burde-" His story was cut off as Mrs. Burdeck pulled up a chair and sat across from Tim so they were face to face.
"Honey..." she began, "Are you telling the truth?"
Tim's distracted gaze was wrenched from the valley of her smooth cleavage to knowing luscious lips. "Yes," he gave quickly.
"Okay, I believe you. Would you like to discuss the last read chapter of our book while we wait?"
"Uh- sure." The class was nearing the end of A Tale of Two Cities. Tim however, never payed much attention while Mrs. Burdeck's drawling tone delivered the words of each section. Her thick rump had always been a more enticing point to focus on, even if he did so unconsciously.
"So," her eyes locked his in place "What do you think are some motivating factors to Carton's change in character."
"Erm" he replied, climbing out of the depths of green he moments ago dived into. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Couldn't she see that he was obviously stressed out right now?
"Tim darling, have you payed attention at all to our character charts?"
Frustration found it's roots at an unknown source, and a taut, tight-rope Tim didn't even realize he was balancing on suddenly snapped. "So what if I don't have time to
analyze
every part of stupid Charlie Darnay and Jarvis Larry. So what if I can't focus on Lucy Manard's Prison cell when I'm at home! So what if i can't read any of Charles Dickwad's crappy book that doesn't even make sense when my parents are fu-"
"
Tim!
" A commanding tone stopped Tim in his tracks, and shame brought on by the fact that he almost swore to his teacher washed over him. Eyes downcast, Tim heard Mrs. Burdeck's chair scooch nearer to him and felt her knees connect with his own. A soft hand landed on his forearm and he peeked upwards. Uplifted eyebrows framed by curly brown hair marked her concern. "Are you okay?" Her deep voice requested an answer.
"Sorry, yes I am." But eyes automatically made moist after his earlier explosion gave him away. Mrs. Burdeck's knee began to rub slowly against his. He quickly pulled away.
"Tim, I think that you're very stressed right now and need some relief. I'm going to try a massage technique that my nanny used to perform on me. I need you to sit down on the floor crisscross and I'll join you in a second. Would you like to try that Tim?"
Her motherly tone seemed to wash away his concerns. But they emerged again a moment later. What would his friends think of this? He wasn't going to do some weird
