Laurel
Kitty Mama
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Ms. Tinsley:
It's disgusting, she murmured. Simply disgusting.
The retired math teacher shook her head, 8strands of graying blonde hair popping loose from her tight bun, her full lips pressed into habitual thin lines of distaste as she surveyed the mingling couples, standing too close together, touching each other too much. They were sex-crazed teens, and now they're sex-crazed adults - she sensed that in the way they looked at each other.
Why had she agreed to organize this reunion - a reunion with students who never loved her and for whom she never felt love? Sure, the latter was more a result of the former - and those pangs of jealousy still hurt even beneath the layers of moral outrage she painted over them. Jealousy over their comraderie, their togetherness - for the popular kids felt more solidarity with the geeks than to their own teacher.
She shook her head, trying to clear the muddle of distaste, frustration and loneliness. She high-tailed toward the gym doors, swung them open as though leaving a fire, rounded the corner, and smacked right into Him...
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ms. Tinsley mumbled...
"Oh, don't be," he muttered, his face still warm from its collision with her bountiful chest.
His frame had filled out a little, and his hairline rose to expose more of his strong forehead, but his eyes retained the same twinkle that had entranced her so many years ago. Front desk, third row from the window... She opened her mouth to speak...
It's disgusting, she murmured. Simply disgusting.
The retired math teacher shook her head, 8strands of graying blonde hair popping loose from her tight bun, her full lips pressed into habitual thin lines of distaste as she surveyed the mingling couples, standing too close together, touching each other too much. They were sex-crazed teens, and now they're sex-crazed adults - she sensed that in the way they looked at each other.
Why had she agreed to organize this reunion - a reunion with students who never loved her and for whom she never felt love? Sure, the latter was more a result of the former - and those pangs of jealousy still hurt even beneath the layers of moral outrage she painted over them. Jealousy over their comraderie, their togetherness - for the popular kids felt more solidarity with the geeks than to their own teacher.
She shook her head, trying to clear the muddle of distaste, frustration and loneliness. She high-tailed toward the gym doors, swung them open as though leaving a fire, rounded the corner, and smacked right into Him...
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ms. Tinsley mumbled...
"Oh, don't be," he muttered, his face still warm from its collision with her bountiful chest.
His frame had filled out a little, and his hairline rose to expose more of his strong forehead, but his eyes retained the same twinkle that had entranced her so many years ago. Front desk, third row from the window... She opened her mouth to speak...