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Head of the Class
I had to attend one of those parent teacher nights at my sons school a couple of weeks ago. I never looked forward to these things, and this time was no exception. When my wife and I split, we shared the responsibility as far as parenting goes. She did the parent-teacher thing last time and now it was my turn. I kept running through the scenarios in my head, some old woman or some really strange guy teaching Jeffrey.
I must say, as soon as the door opened and I saw Ms. Malone, I was stunned. I could feel my heart start to pound deep within my chest, sweat rolled down my forehead. This woman stirred things so deep within me that I could barely move an inch. She looked up at me and smiled, “Welcome, I’m Ms. Malone.”
I finally fought the courage to move and shook her outstretched hand, “Please to meet you, I’m Jeffery’s Father.” She let her delicate fingers, slowly slide from my hand, and I felt lost without them. Her smile, her eyes, her hands, everything about this woman was a joy to look at. She graciously smiled as we talked about Jeffery, how well he’s doing, how she has no problems with him in class and so on, and then she made a comment that struck me right down to my loins.
“I can see where Jeffery got his good looks from.” I smiled from ear to ear and invited her out later tonight, which she accepted with a knowing grin.
“I’ll be done around 8, pick me up then.” I hated to leave, but I had a few things that I had to prepare for tonight. It seemed like the time stopped moving, the clock refused to move past 7 o’clock. Finally it was 7:45 according to the car stereo, I grabbed a bottle of Champagne, a few glasses and placed them in a brown bag and made my entrance.
I walked into my sons classroom and I was disappointed, no lights were on, no one was around, had she forgotten? Did she suddenly decide against our date? I placed the bag on her desk and turned to walk away, just then a flicker of light caught the corner of my eyes, a partially ajar door was in the corner of the room, beyond it a mysterious light. I had to investigate before I left, I slowly approached it, hesitantly pushing the door until I could see into the tiny room that I assume was her office. Once inside, I saw the candle that was the source of the flickering light sitting on the desk.
She sat behind her desk reading a rather large book. She...
I must say, as soon as the door opened and I saw Ms. Malone, I was stunned. I could feel my heart start to pound deep within my chest, sweat rolled down my forehead. This woman stirred things so deep within me that I could barely move an inch. She looked up at me and smiled, “Welcome, I’m Ms. Malone.”
I finally fought the courage to move and shook her outstretched hand, “Please to meet you, I’m Jeffery’s Father.” She let her delicate fingers, slowly slide from my hand, and I felt lost without them. Her smile, her eyes, her hands, everything about this woman was a joy to look at. She graciously smiled as we talked about Jeffery, how well he’s doing, how she has no problems with him in class and so on, and then she made a comment that struck me right down to my loins.
“I can see where Jeffery got his good looks from.” I smiled from ear to ear and invited her out later tonight, which she accepted with a knowing grin.
“I’ll be done around 8, pick me up then.” I hated to leave, but I had a few things that I had to prepare for tonight. It seemed like the time stopped moving, the clock refused to move past 7 o’clock. Finally it was 7:45 according to the car stereo, I grabbed a bottle of Champagne, a few glasses and placed them in a brown bag and made my entrance.
I walked into my sons classroom and I was disappointed, no lights were on, no one was around, had she forgotten? Did she suddenly decide against our date? I placed the bag on her desk and turned to walk away, just then a flicker of light caught the corner of my eyes, a partially ajar door was in the corner of the room, beyond it a mysterious light. I had to investigate before I left, I slowly approached it, hesitantly pushing the door until I could see into the tiny room that I assume was her office. Once inside, I saw the candle that was the source of the flickering light sitting on the desk.
She sat behind her desk reading a rather large book. She...
