You Made A Move On Your Writing Teacher Day!
He stopped you on your way out of class. He said, "Walk with me."
You walked him to his car, determined to get inside it. While walking, he said, "Your last story really showed me something new."
At the car, you said, "There's something else I'd like to show you."
"We both know it's inevitable."
"I'm your teacher."
"And I am your student. Teach me what you know. It's your duty."
"I have a family." He held up a picture of him and his wife and daughters on an amusement park ride. You ripped the picture from his fingertips and tore it in two before throwing it to the ground, grinding it into the concrete and spitting on it. Then you put his hand down your pants.
"Oh God," he said.
"Yeeeeaah," you growled into his ear. "That's what I wanna hear. I wanna hear you scream that shit."
"Hi Dr. Gaines," someone yelled at him. He threw you into the car.
"No one can see us," he said.
You took off your top and undid his pants. "Take us someplace fast. I'm not going to wait."
You fellated him while he sped through town. Your head was down, but at every stop light you could hear the sound of dozens of students crossing the street in front of the car's bumper. When the car stopped, he kept both hands on the wheel. When it moved again, you felt his right hand on your bare back and on your ass underneath your pants.
"Hurry up!" you barked at him. Then you went back to it.
He pulled up to a motel. "Lemme just check in," he said.
You waited. You waited a while. You got angry.
Finally, you saw the door to the office open again. But the man who approached the car wasn't your professor.
"Roll down the window ma'am," the motel manager knocked on the glass. You obeyed.
"That man who came into my office over there, it looks like you scared him something awful," the motel manager said.
"Where is he?"
"He asked me to give you a message. He said he can't go through with it. He asked that you just go home on your own."
You pulled yourself out of the car and marched to the office. The manager shouted at your back. "Now you won't find him in there ma'am. I put him up in one of my rooms and I won't be telling you which one it is I'm afraid."
You stopped and wheeled around to the manager. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm a man who values the meaning of family," he said. "And I won't let you take this fella's family down."
The rage was boiling inside you now. "Know what!" You shouted at the motel rooms. "Your car's out here! You're gonna have to come out and get it eventually teacher. And I'll be waiting! Cause you're gonna finish what you started teacher! I'll be waiting right here."
"Now ma'am, if you don't start walking I'm gonna have to call the police," the manager said.
"Oh I'm sure he'd love for that to happen. Go ahead and ask him if he's okay with that before you make the call."
No police ever showed. You've been up all night, shivering cold on the hood of his car. You wonder if he snuck out the back and walked home, but it doesn't really matter. There are papers in his backseat that he needs to grade. He'll come for them eventually. And you'll be waiting.
Happy You Made A Move On Your Writing Teacher Day!