Chapter Two Jessica kissed her phone three days after as she
sashayed through the school halls. She wore pink spaghetti top and
black shorts. She felt as though she was flying. Elation bubbled in
her chest as she gently keyed through the amazing new phone. She
couldn't wait to show it to her girlfriends. "Rhea, Rachel!" she
called as she spotted two of them. Strangely enough, Rhea whispered
something to Rachel and she stalked off. Confused, Jessica walked
upto Rachel. "Hey, look, my new phone!" she said, waving the pink
sleek mobile on of Rachel's face. "Hmm, yeah, cool," Rachel said.
Jessica sensed something. "What's wrong, Rach?" she asked. She
looked at Jessica like she was crazy. "What's wrong?" she asked
incredulously. Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Um, yeah?" Rachel
narrowed her green eyes in some apparent disgust. Jessica bit her
lip and placed a hand on her hip. Her friends sure were confusing.
* "She's a prost." "A what?" Mr. McCorney, the biology teacher,
asked. Miss Sarah Parker smiled. She taught English, but was
well-versed with lingo. "A prostitute, a whore," Sarah said as she
kept her books inside her cupboard. She and Mr. McCorney were alone
in the staff room, and she wanted to get the gossip out and going.
She was a sweet bitch, if there's such a term. Her pink cheeks,
innocent eyes and tied up brown hair made for the sweet part. The
gossipy, devious part made the bitch. "Now you must not talk of
your students like that," Mr. McCorney said. "Oh, now, come on,"
Sarah murmured, giving him a bewitching smile, "I have seen you
look at her panties when she bends. Don't pretend." Mr. McCorney
blushed a deep shade of red. "And that's quite alright," Sarah
said, moving a little closer to Mr. McCorney, "because I've seen
you look at my panties too." McCorney took a step back. Sarah
Parker, the English teacher, known for quoting Shakespeare, married
to a lawyer was flirting with the unmarried Bio teacher. "You like
them, Mac?" she asked the nervous fumbling Bio teacher. When he
didn't reply she smiled wider. She tilted her head, "Or don't you
remember?" she asked sweetly. "Wh-what are…" Mac McCorney opened
his mouth but no words came out further. Sarah Parker had just
lifted her skirt up. There were no panties. Mac gulped. "Oh…" he
moaned a little, and Miss Sarah could well see the infamous bulge.
"Oops" Sarah murmured and hid her hairy baby back in, "I must've
forgotten to wear them." She took off her jacket and exposed a
tight blue formal button-up shirt which largely stretched at the
bosom. It was clear how erect her nipples were. Mac stood there,
paralyzed, blinded by his own fortune.
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