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[Teechurgye]

Meanwhile alan, in all the confusion of the last few weeks let the door close behind him when guest services delivered the toiletries. Sensing what had happened, the young man offered to go get the replacement key.

Alan sank to the floor and waited patiently for the young man to return — key in hand. A handfull of guests passed, including an older couple who prided themselves in an unrelenting sense of decorum at these conferences. Realizing he was in his swimming trunks, he said to the couple, "the agency didn't tell me she was into humiliation."

He laughed as they hurried away.

Soon after they left, the attendant returned with a key in hand. After paying a nice tip, Mr Craig crawled into bed. This day couldn't end soon enough.

He fell into a shallow, but comfortable sleep.

 

[Teechurgye]

In the morning, Alan woke early. After showering and dressing, he hurried to the conference room for a muffin and coffee. He found a seat in the back of the auditorium and watched the teachers file in. Knowing many of themrom years of seminars, he was congenial — standing and formally greeting anyone who acknowledged him.

All the while keeping is eyes on the door.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren woke after a surprisingly good nights sleep, the bed had seemed to hug her creating a warm cosy space. The TV still on, a couple presenting a morning breakfast show now filled the screen. She sat up and stretched. A quick Shower, dressed and she headed down stairs.

Breakfast was a continental style affair, a nice selection of pastries and fruit. She ate happily as she tried to mingle in the conference hall, finding a small group of newly qualified teachers to stand with.

The small group found seat in the middle of the hall, far enough away that their off task discussions could continue, but close enough to look like they were fully engaged. Lauren was keen to share her experiences of school life, she found similiar stories from her colleagues, work was engulfing everything.

The lecture began and although discussions between them were kept to a minimum thier focus wasn't entirly on the speaker at the front of the hall.

 

[Teechurgye]

When Alan first noticed Lsuren's arrival to the conference, it took everything within him to stop himself from standing and welcoming her. Instead, he would let her discover his presence on her own. He wouldn't avoid her. Nor would he go out of his way to ket her know he was there.

Alan's intent was to get what he could out of the speakers at the conference.

That was his intent.

Lauren looked so amazing. By far (he decided) the most beautiful at the conference. He smiled inwardly at the new teachers in the middle of the auditorium. You could tell that they were new. When he first started attending conferences, mr Craig used to dress in a coat and tie at least. Over the years...the coat disappeared, then the tie, then buttons disappeared. He fingered one of the buttons of his polo absent-mindedly.

"How's the talent in the rookie class this year?" Merk plopped down beside Alan. Mark was about my same age and he was always comic relief at these conferences. His eye's followed mine to the large group of new teachers. "Oh my God, who's that woman who seems to be the center of attention? She's fuckin' hot."

"That's Lauren." Mr Craig spat the answer, noteven needing to look again for confirmation. He was pissed at Mark. Partly because of a twinge of jealousy (Mark was successful more often than not at bedding women at these conferences...just please...not his Lauren). Mostly, his comment brought back to Alans mind that fateful evening. Drinks, touches, glimpses of the lacey lingerie that seemed to be on full display.

For years, Alan was Mark's wing man at these conventions. More often than not Mark would leave the reception early with a new teacher. Because of Alan's fidelity, he would suffice to hear what Mark sophomorically called the "scouting report."

Alan turned to Mark and simply said, "Not Lauren."

The words shocked Mr Craig. But he had his reasons. If Lauren was going to have sex at this conference, it should with someone who could have the potential to love her.

If she was going to have sex, it would be with Alan.

With thoughts of tangled bodies, hair and sweat floding his mind again, Alan rose to get another bottle of water.

 

[BethJones]

The day was fairly uneventful, the speakers were vaguely interesting with some good tips sparingly placed throughout. Lauren was enjoying talking to the other new teachers, knowing they were going through the same as her was a huge relief.

Lunch came, the group slowly headed to the restaurant. There was a great selection from the hot buffet and the new teachers quickly took their place in the queue. As they stood and giggled the queue quickly grew. Lauren glanced round catching Alan in the corner of her eye. She had to double take, confirming it ws Alan who she had seen. Her heart felt as though it had stopped a cold chill gripped her body and her face turned white. This was supposed to be a safe haven, a chance to get her head straight.

Lauren managed a small smile in his direction, unsure if he had seen her. With her food she found a small table away from the hustle and bustle to gather her thoughts. As soon as she had finished she disappeared back into the conference room avoiding Alan at all costs.

The afternoon session dragged on, her mind not fully focused on the words being spoken. At the end of the session she disappeared upstairs to her room. She changed into her little black dress and heels, the plan was to get her evening meal early and nip out with the other younger teachers into the local town for a few more drinks.

Arriving at the bar, it seemed everyone had the same idea, the bar was packed with teachers of all ages. After a short time searching she found her group of friends from the morning.

 

[Teechurgye]

Alan knew Lauren would be at "J's" meeting others for drinks. She always was the social butterfly, putting her squarely towards the top of social hierarchy. She had always treasured people above information, events, and especially things. Giving him another reason to find her amazingly endearing.

Lauren would be at the bar. Alan would too. After all, why should he avoid her? They did nothing wrong. For that matter, they didn't even need to speak of the observation celebration.

Subconsciously, Mr Craig tidied up the room, perchance the night's proceedings found them both back here either talking things out, or rolling on the bed.

Craig shook those thoughts from his mind and dressed for something less comfortable, before heading to J's.

Arriving late, he scanned the room. There she was. If you didn't know Lauren was married, you would have been convinced she was showing her availability with the heels and short black dress. Knowing some of the teachers in attendance, undoubtedly she had to politely (always politely) decline offers already.

Making his way through a sea of noise and handshakes, he steps behind Lauren.

"It's good to see you Lauren."