Teachers Subterfuge Chapter 2
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I was weightless, floating through the air on my back. A soft, warm breeze passed over my body as I lowered a hand to run my fingertips across the field of daisies. I loved that flower. The yellow center reminded me of the sun and the white petals a clown's collar. I looked to the side. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but daisies.
"Where am I?" I asked sleepily.
"Mrs. Wilson, I'll get help." The voice seemed to have come from far away. It was a man's voice. I didn't recognize it.
"Are you God? Am I in Heaven? I like it here. It's so peaceful and beautiful." But then my mind cleared a little. "I'm not Mrs. Wilson anymore."
My eyes popped open and I stared at the eggshell colored ceiling. The field was gone. The daisies were gone. Looking around I saw a TV hanging on the wall and some sort of curtain to my right. Looking left, I saw a chair next to the bed. Bed? I wasn't floating. I was lying on a bed. Blinking several times, I stared at the plastic container filled with liquid hanging on a chrome pole. A tube like a jellyfish's tentacle hung from the container. My eyes followed it to my arm.
I saw movement and looked up. A woman I had never seen before walked towards me. She smiled and lifted my right hand by the wrist, holding it while looking at the clock. I didn't know what to say. Who was she? Where was I?
I looked around the room again and then back to the woman.
"How do you feel?" she asked, putting my hand down gently and patting it.
"I'm thirsty." It seemed like a strange thing to say, but I was. My mouth was parched.
And then I saw a boy appear from behind her. I shrieked and yelled, "NO! HELP! What's he doing in Heaven? HELP!"
The woman looked over her shoulder and then back to me. She patted my upper arm and said, "Calm down. You must remain still."
"He's after me! He's going to hurt me! Help me!"
The woman turned to the boy. "You better go."
"Mrs. Wilson, it's me ... Angelo Castello."
"You're one of them!" I shouted. "You want to hurt me!"
"Miss Flemming, this boy saved your life."
My mind was in overload. It felt like someone was trying to stuff three pounds into a two pound bag. My heart was beating fast and the woman once again picked up my hand by the wrist and looked at the clock. Who is she? She knows my name. Yes, I'm Miss Flemming. Mrs. Wilson doesn't exist anymore.
"My god!" the woman exclaimed. "Your pulse is ... Angelo, you better leave."
"Yes, he's after me!" I shouted. "He's going to hurt me!"
"Go! Go now!" the woman said urgently.
Angelo stared at me. His eyes looked sad. But he turned and left without saying another word.
"Thank you," I said to the woman. "Where am I? Will he come back?"
"You're in St. Luke's Hospital."
"St. Luke's? Aren't I in Heaven? Where did the daisies go?"
"You lost a lot of blood, but you'll be fine. We got you in time."
I had calmed down and my mind was focusing. I lifted my left hand, not the one the woman kept holding. The wrist was wrapped in white gauze. It started to come back to me.
"I didn't die," I sad sadly.
"No, the boy who was here ... Angelo ... found you in time. He saved your life."
"Why did he do that?"
"You'll have to ask him that yourself. He spoke to the police, but I'm not privy to any of that. I only know you're going to do just fine." She stared into my face with a puzzled expression.
"What?" I asked.
The woman blushed and looked down, but quickly made eye contact. "It's none of my business."
"You want to know why I tried to kill myself, don't you?"
"That's none of my business either, but I, um..." She bit her bottom lip and then said, "Why were you fully dressed in the bathtub?"
We stared at each other and then I giggled. She looked aghast but I couldn't stop.
"I didn't want to be naked when someone found me."
There was a moment of silence and then the woman's face broke into a huge smile. "My name is Nancy."
"I'm Sara." And then I thought back to when I had awoken in my disoriented state. "What did the boy say his name was?" I asked.
"Angelo."
"Angelo what?"
"Hold on." She walked briskly to the door and leaned into the hall. Then she came back to the side of the bed. "Castello. Angelo Castello."
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
"Do you want me to tell him to leave the hospital?" she said. "I thought you knew him."
I smiled and said softly, "I did a long time ago. I would like to see him now it it's all right."
"Are you sure? Your blood pressure--"
"Yes, I'm sure. I won't have a heart attack. I'll be fine. I didn't know who he was before."
"Okay, if you say it's okay. I'm done here. I'll send him in. Okay?"
"Yes, please do. I'll be fine."
The nurse left and almost immediately Angelo stepped into the room. He waited at the door.
"I'm sorry I yelled before," I said. "I thought you were someone else."
He stepped up to the bed and looked down at me. I saw the concern on his face. "Who did you think I was?"
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"When Leia came home we were waiting. Of course it would have been easier if you hadn't run from Louie. He loved that Cadillac."
"He was chasing me. He wanted to hurt me."
"No, he works for me. He was helping me find you."
I felt a knot in my stomach. "Why did you want to find me?"
Angelo blushed and looked away. Then he faced me again. "When I came to the frat house and saw you..." He looked away again. "They were hurting you and I couldn't stand that. At the time I didn't understand any of it, but I knew you didn't want to be there. So I tried to locate you to find out what was happening. I wanted to help."
"It's a long story," I said solemnly.
"I know. Leia told me."
"She did? I'm surprised."
"We have ways to get to the truth."
I stared into Angelo's eyes. He was troubled.
"Do you know who my father is?" he asked.
This time I looked away.
"So you do," he said. "I'm not like my father. I won't be part of his business. Oh god, that sounds like a line from 'The Godfather.' Well even though I'm not part of my father's business, I still need protection. He has enemies and, well, the two men you kept running away from ... Louie and Maxie ... are my bodyguards. Anyway, even though I'm not in my father's business I still have access to, um ... Leia told us everything."
"Please sit down," I said warmly. I waited for him to pull up the chair and sit. "I haven't even said thank you."
"Mrs. Wilson, you don't--"
"It's Miss Flemming now. I'm divorced."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. That's why it was so hard to find you. I was looking for a Sara Wilson."
"How would you know? You were just a kid. I'm surprised you even remember me."
"I'll always remember you. You were the only teacher who treated me the same as all the other kids. That meant a lot to me."
"I didn't go easy on you either," I said with a chuckle. "I knew the other teachers did. They were afraid of you."
"They were afraid of my father. I know he's a gangster and has done really bad stuff, but to me he's Dad. I didn't want my teachers to go easy on me. I respected you for not doing that. So there's no need to thank me. I should thank you."
I held out my right hand. "Let's call it even then."
We shook hands and when I pulled mine away he held it tightly. I looked at him with wide eyes and only then did he release it.
There was a moment of awkward silence and then I said, "I'm still in trouble. I doubt if Leia told you everything."
"I destroyed all the copies of the DVD," he said. My eyes opened wide and I blushed. "Yes, she told us everything. You have nothing to be afraid of."
"But Leia can still--"
"She won't bother you ever again. Not her, her brother, her mother, or Joan. You took care of the other two girls on your own. And don't worry about the boys in the fraternity. They are no longer enrolled at ASU and won't say a word about what happened to anyone ... ever!"
"What about Professor Rogers?" I asked.
"Who?"
"John Rogers. He's in my department."
"How's he involved?" Angelo asked.
"Joan traded me for an A."
"Traded you?" The confusion left Angelo's face and he blushed. "Hmm, I guess I didn't get all the information after all," he said rubbing his chin. "Is there anyone else?"
"Well, there were some teenagers, but they don't know me." I looked into Angelo's face, almost afraid to ask my next question. "What happened to Leia and the others?"
"I think it's best if you don't know."
"Please, I must. I'll be looking over my shoulder if I don't."
Angelo hesitated and then said, "Leia's brother was stupid. He attacked us with a knife and when he was pushed away, fell on the blade. It was an accident."
"He's dead?!"
"Yes, but that wasn't our intention."
"Are the others dead too?"
"Only Heather and Jennifer. They died in the car crash."
"What happened to Leia and her mother and Joan? How do you know they won't hurt me?"
"Mrs. Wilson, this isn't the time or place. You rest now. After you're better, if you want to know, I'll tell you. I promise."
"It's Miss Flemming," I said with a chuckle. "Call me Sara. That'll make it easier."
Angelo picked up my hand, the one with the bandaged wrist, and kissed the back of it before laying it on my belly. He stood and pulled a business card from his wallet and laid it on the table next to the bed. "My cell phone number is on the card. Call me when they release you. I'll take you home and we can have a long talk."
I didn't get discharged from the hospital for several days. It wasn't because of my wound, but because I was kept under a psychiatrist's observation. It was only when they were convinced I wouldn't try suicide again that they released me. I called Angelo and he met me at the hospital.
I didn't expect Louie to be with him, but I guess a bodyguard is like a shadow. Angelo introduced us and he shook my hand, but there was no warmness. I wondered if that was his nature or it had to do with his Cadillac.
I was surprised to see a long, black limo waiting outside the hospital discharge area. I recognized Angelo's other bodyguard behind the wheel. He stared at me, but there was no smile. In fact, there was nothing but a blank stare. I thought he'd be a great poker player.
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It was a vibrating dildo, a shiny translucent pink color with glitter sparkles sprinkled on it. It looked like a real cock, and its head was slowly parting the wet pussy lips. Soon, the head of it was glistening, moist with the juices flowing from behind those lips. She worked it up and down, up and down, sliding the head of it around the opening of her pussy, spreading the slickness all around. ‘Are you ready for me to take it?’ she asked huskily. ‘Do it,’ I ordered. ‘Push that thing deep...
"Excuse me, Mr. Deeson?" Kevin Deeson looked up from his computer at the sound of the voice and focused on the startlingly beautiful woman standing in his classroom doorway. "Are you Kevin Deeson?"she asked. " Yes, I am," he answered the woman. The woman said, "I"m Amy Jo Miller, the new biology teacher, and I will be in the classroom next door." "Please come on in I'll be with you in just a second, I have to finish entering these last few items on this purchase order." "I'm sorry, did I come...
My parents often worked abroad and as I became a teenager I was shipped off to a small private school in Yorkshire.it was a good school, and for the first time I had a private dorm, even if it was a bit like a prison cell without a door. Bathrooms and toilets were at the end of the corridor with the house masters room virtually opposite my dorm.i was always very sporty, and loved my rugby and athletics. The gym teacher Mr Calvert also taught us science. He was quite a good looking guy, tall,...
Our late arrival turned out to be a blessing in disguise. As my beautiful co-worker approached me in the parking lot explaining why she was late I took advantage of my opportunity to eye hustle a quick look from her head to toe and realized she was wearing open toed heels with her business suit. I then realized she was wearing sheer black stockings. Because we were late we had to sit at the end of the table next to the window. Midway through the meeting I was dozing off from boredom but was...
Becky Johnson taught English at the local high school. She had recently moved to a different town to accept her new job. She loved her job and her students but, was a bit lonely. Blue eyed and blonde haired that she kept cut short because it was easier to take care of. Becky had a nice body she was 5 foot 2 a little over a hundred pounds. At 25 she didn't have to do much to stay in shape. Her small but firm breasts bounced a little when she walked. She was rather shy and a bit of a bookworm,...
I was at the annual New jersey Teachers' Convention in Atlantic City. It was the final night of it and it was a boring night. After sitting in a bar for 3 hours, I decided to call it a night. I walked down to the Jitney bus stop and waited for the little bus. A large black woman approached the bus stop and said hello to me. I nodded back. She asked if I was waiting for the jitney and I told her that I was. She told me that she had parked her car a few blocks away and could I walk her...
She was my teacher (in Dutch), miss Lamme. I was 16 years and she something about 33, Shirt curly hair and damn atteractive. Always an awesome cleavage showing her to small black bra and her softly bouncing big boobs,She didn’t teach me much as my view usually was at her en that damn hot cleavage. Offcourse she knew i was always staring at her and in her blouse.Often she stood at my desk to explain stuff, bending over my desk and driving me crazy with the view in her blouse and leaving me...
I watched her, closely and carefully as her legs uncrossed, and crossed again. She was confused, lost, and maybe even scared as she stared down at the paper in front of her. I leaned forward in my seat behind my desk as she bit the eraser of her pencil and sighed ever so softly. My eyes were wondering all over her body, taking in every inch, from her short blond locks, with part stained black, to her converse covered feet. She was amazing. Smart, beautiful, sweet and had the most stunning...
The music was a little loud for Kaye’s taste, but the students seemed to be having a good time, and Kaye didn’t really have anything else to do, so she didn’t mind that when principal Ray Devlin asked her to chaperone the Saturday night dance in the school gym. A local dejay was playing all the latest CD’s, and with about a half hour to go, he had slowed the pace down, giving the kids a chance to have a few slow dances. It looked like it would turn out to be an uneventful evening, until Cal...
I had recently graduated with a degree in Anthropology from a state university. It was a PhD. I had majored in geography in undergraduate college, moved on to another college for my MA in anthropology, and finally finished my PhD at another state university. Actually, departments liked when you had studied at more than one institute. For some reason, it made them think that you had more on the ball. All bullshit, of course. A degree was a degree. So with my fresh doctorate I went searching for...
The thing was, Joe was a bad lad. A naughty lad. One of the ones my Mum had told me to stay away from when I’d been at school. Perhaps that was why he fascinated me so much. Did all the bad lads slip away to toss themselves off? Perhaps my Mum had been right to warn me off them… she would certainly warn me away from engaging in any kind of liaison with a pupil – but I was old enough to make my own decisions now. She wouldn’t approve of the decision I was making. I didn’t approve of the decision...
‘Bella! How many times do I have to tell you to stop talking to Katie?’ Ms. Harrison shouts. ‘Sorry, she’s distracting me,’ I quickly respond. ‘Lies!’ Laughs Katie. ‘Whether she is distracting you or not, I only keep hearing your voice, so I’m moving you down to the front of the class, right in front of my desk. Now!’ She firmly says. Getting up, I gather my books and make my way down to the isolated table at the front of the desk. I don’t mind being at the front because I enjoy the look of...
It had been three agonizing days since I last saw Professor Morgan. My heart pounded when she arrived in the classroom that day. A warm feeling of arousal filled my body and my senses when I saw her. She was my tall raven-haired goddess. I shuddered when her big brown eyes searched around the room and stopped on mine. She gave me an assuring wink and then began to pass back our essays. I watched her strut around the room with confidence. Her strong athletic legs carried her around the tables...