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“You understand we can never talk about this,” I said, closing the door of her little blue civic and leaning down with my hand on the rooftop. The night had fully fallen and only the lights from the distant school and the glow from her dashboard gave the scene any illumination.
She nodded. “I know, you’d get in trouble.”
“Yeah.”
“Why’d you do it? I mean, if you don’t trust me…”
“I didn’t say that, Rosie.”
She fiddled with her keys, I couldn’t help but look down at her lap in the little short shorts, her legs bare– I wanted to touch them one more time before she left.
She sighed. “I know you didn’t. I’m… I’m just not very good at getting exactly what I wanted when it isn’t even Christmas.”
I leaned into the car, taking my hand from the roof of her car and holding her face up for a soft kiss, our tongues danced lightly a moment and then I pulled back. “Now you’re getting sappy.”
She nodded and looked at me. “You’re a cynic. I just realized.”
“Not at all true, to be a teacher in America today, that takes optimism of the highest degree.”
“And to be a teacher having an affair with a student?” She leaned back in her seat, studying me. “Are you of the mindset that this could end well?”
“It’s late,” I said, stepping back from her car. “See you tomorrow.”
“Can I use the shower in the dressing room again tomorrow?”
I nodded. “Was that a tease, by the way?”
She smiled. “Yes. I was waiting the whole time for you to come in and…” her lips came together over her teeth as she quashed out the rest of the sentence. “But you’ll never do it at school will you?”
“Would be rather risky, wouldn’t it?”
“Isn’t that the point of Hamlet?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“We take risks and rely on chance because to do nothing, to sit around letting life pass by, is worse.” She put the car in gear. “Hamlet could have just as easily accepted his uncle. It would have been easier, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as entertaining.”
And with that, she sped off, her tires causing the gravel on the road to skitter a bit off into the ditches along either side.
I watched the gravel roll into the grass a bit and then looked up to see her tail-lights fading into the night. I looked at my watch. It was almost nine. I turned and looked up the road toward the lights of the school. You can see the blue halogen bulbs from the road outside. I put a hand in my pocket and took out a quarter, sighing. I flipped it and caught it in my closed fist. “Heads” I said, and then opened my fist. I nodded at the coin and put it back in my pocket. I turned on my heel and walked up the drive to the house. I could see the television light trough the front window. I knew dad was up, probably unable to sleep. I sighed, turning and looking back at the shadowy trees of the orchard. anime porno I resisted the impulse to think of that random Tuesday as one of the better days of my life.
*****
“But, what’s the big deal about a guy’s uncle marrying his brother’s wife? I don’t get it. How is that incest?”
I set the play booklet down on the table and looked at the young man in the front row. “Well, this is the problem with Shakespeare. You have to remember were dealing with the sensibilities of 14th century England, referring to the sensibilities of 12th Century Denmark. At the time, any marriage between relatives, whether they shared blood ties or marriage ties, was considered incestuous by the church. But the incest doesn’t have to be an issue, there’s still murder, possible conspiracy, vengeance, greed, the perversion of love…”
“Does Hamlet want to fuck his mom?”
I scowled. “Language, Mr. Tanner.”
“Sorry,” He shifted. “I’m just, it’s kind of gross if that’s the case.”
I nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said thoughtfully, “it’s just a play, Tanner. Lighten up.”
The bell rang and I watched them all leap up at once to head out the door as I shouted over them, “Taming of the Shrew,” I said. “Make a dent in it tonight. We’ll try reading it in class tomorrow.”
When the room was empty I found a book bag at the rear of the class, it was pink and looked familiar. I smiled at the cuteness of her ploy and imagined her walking out of the building with her friends. “Oh, I forgot my books…” I smiled at the book bag and took an eraser off the board and ran it over the board, deleting the character list while removing my glasses and rubbing my eyes. I heard the door open and turned to see her.
“Hey,” She said, kicking of her sandals and walking barefoot over to the board where I’d already begun making the outline for first hour the next day.
“Hi.”
“I have a confession to make.”
I put down the dry-erase marker and folded my arms. “Oh?”
“Yes, I made a bet with Jordan Palillo. I’m going to kiss you in front of the whole class in one of my scenes.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You’re going to be totally surprised and very angry with me when I do it, but, hey, I’m a senior, I have to do rash, wanton, shocking things, like flashing the football players after practice.” She was wearing a yellow tank top, her fingers clutched the hem of the shirt and she began lifting it. “You never had dares with your friends when you went here?”
“I did.”
She walked away, around the room, looking at me only peripherally as she talked. “I stopped and looked at the yearbook photos by the gym. I found your picture.”
“Oh?”
“Did you have a lot of girlfriends in high school?”
“A few.”
She leered. “I’ve kept shy of boys for the most part. Not that I anne porno don’t like looking at them. I mean, I have urges, fantasies…”
“You going to take a shower and leave?”
She looked at me head on. “Why leave?”
“The longer you’re here the better the chance someone will walk in and find you.”
She crossed the room, slowly, “What if they do?” She took the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it on the floor. “And if I’m like this, would that make it worse?”
“You’re enjoying this far too much.”
She leaned into me, I could feel her small breasts clad in the sports bra pressing into my sternum and she put her lips within kissing distance of mine. “Aren’t you? Just a little?”
I smiled and pushed her away. “Go get in the shower. I’ll be along in a minute.”
She took a step close but then nodded and did as I’d instructed, turning at the dressing room door, to say. “There’s a lock on the door, nobody will walk in.”
I nodded. “I know. I have to finish this. I’ll be in after a second.”
She smiled and went through the door into the dressing room. I picked up the top she had dropped on the floor and stuffed it into her pink book bag before I returned to the board.
***
The boy’s dressing room was all tile. Tile topped counters along one wall with mirrors and lights over tile floor set in tile walls. There was a rack of costumes, probably left over from the Spring musical. I took all of it in slowly, not wanting to rush toward the half-cracked door out of which steam was pouring in white clouds.
I could see her elbow reflected in the mirror and then she moved and I could see all of her. Her eyes downcast as she lathered with soap from the wall dispenser, a little smile on her face. I pushed open the door and leaned against the frame. “You look cute when you’re wet,” I said. And she did, her hair falling down in crinkled ringlets over he shoulders, stray strands sticking to her face and neck.
“You going to join me or just stand there and watch?”
“I still haven’t decided,” I smiled. “In fact, I’m still not sure I’m fine with what happened in the orchard yesterday.”
“You’ve been thinking,” She wagged a soapy finger at me. “That’s you’re problem.”
“You aren’t at all concerned with consequences are you?” I folded my arms. “Say we carry on like this all year… then what?”
“I go to college. You stay here. I visit you whenever I can.”
“And you think you’ll want to visit me, huh?”
“Of course, Jack…”
“That’s another thing. I’m not ‘Jack’. I’m your teacher, for Christ’s sake.”
She shut off the water, abruptly and crossed the shower room to stab a wet soapy finger against my necktie. “Why do you have to ruin it?”
“Because it’s going to get ruined no matter what we do, Rosie.”
“If arap porno I can’t call you Jack, you can’t call me Rosie.”
“You see, you are still such a child.”
The smack was abrupt, and when I turned my head back to look her in the eye her hand had already gone to her mouth. “I… I’m sorry,” She moved her hand to my cheek and despite a little flare of anger I didn’t pull away.
“Not at the school,” I said, as she pulled her hand away. “You finish your shower,” I straightened my tie. “I’ll watch and then you can drive me home.”
“I’ve never smacked a guy before.”
I smiled. “I’ve never been smacked.”
“Was that a good first argument?”
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Excellent. Now rinse off so we can go.”
She went over and turned on the hot water once more. She turned to face as she stepped under the stream to rinse the soap out of her hair. “I was looking forward all day to having your hands…” She moved her fingers through her hair and then down over her breasts and hips. She swayed a bit. “I’ve seen movies where couples showered together and…” She smiled. “You ever shower with a girl?”
I nodded. “It’s not overrated.”
“Maybe we could take a shower at your place?”
I shook my head. “I live with my dad, remember.”
“So? Didn’t you ever sneak a girl in after curfew?”
I smiled. “You have this uncanny ability to make every really dangerous idea sound so appealing.”
“You got to love the danger…” She turned into the stream and I admired the rivulets of water running down over her little round backside. She turned and caught me staring. “You really want to, don’t you?”
I sighed.
“But you’re not going to because you like standing there in control. Is that why you became a teacher? So you could have control of a classroom? So you could give little high school girls like me detention…”
“It’s a job.” I said. “I actually didn’t think much of the high school girls as a perk until recently.”
“You think we’re terribly immature.”
“And terribly irresponsible.”
“Maybe that’s what you need? You seem to be Mr. Responsible.” She shut off the water. “Hand me a towel?”
I got one and walked it over to her, unfurling it and holding it out.
She turned. “Dry me, please.”
I started with her shoulders, feeling her supple firmness of her shoulder blades, the curve of her spine through the scratchy terrycloth. When I reached her backside she bent forward slightly and then when I’d finished she turned around, pressing her breasts into the towel and putting her lips close to mine as I dried her shoulders, neck, chest, stomach, hips…
She took it then and dried her hair as I watched. When she finished she put it up in a turban and leaned in. “You’re going to turn me into a tease, Jack.”
As our lips met there was a sudden sound from the dressing room outside the showers. We both started and I went out to find the room empty but the dressing room door slowly drifting closed. I ran out and there was no one. The backpack, the one I’d thought was Rosie’s, was gone.