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.”“Still.”She sighed.“It’s a dilemma.But it might be our only hope.”After dinner, they did the dishes together—what few there were—then relaxed, vegging out on the couch in front of the television until the late news came on.Frank checked his e-mail one last time while she took her vitamins and turned out the lights, and they met up again in the bedroom.Linda took off her blouse and bra, then pulled off her skirt and looked down at herself, grimacing.“I have to wash these panties.They’re filthy.They need to give us at least three more pair.”Frank grinned.“You want me to lick ’em clean?”“I’ve been wearing them for two days already!”“That’s how I like ’em.”“You’re sick.” She paused, smiling.“Okay, you’re not.You’re actually sexy.In a dirty, nasty kind of way.And I probably would let you lick them if they didn’t have our charter school pledge printed there.Panty worship’s fine.Charter worship.that I will not tolerate.”“Take them off, then, and let’s get down to business.”She kissed his nose.“I really do want to shower first.It’s been a long day and I feel unclean.Working at Tyler will do that to you.” She kissed his mouth.“Don’t go anywhere.”“Don’t worry.I’ll be right here.”He was asleep by the time she got out of the shower, and she smiled as she watched him.His eyes were closed, his mouth was open and he was snoring.Pulling down the covers, she crouched between his legs and took him into her mouth.He awoke, stretching and smiling, running his hands through her hair.When he was hard enough, she climbed on top of him and guided it in, riding him slowly and gently.They came together.And fell asleep in each other’s arms.Greg went to bed early, but Diane stayed up late to correct papers.It was going to be a long night.She still had creative-writing assignments from last week to grade, as well as today’s essay test, and if she hoped to have any kind of weekend, she needed to finish them all by Friday.It was her plan to grade all the stories tonight and all the tests tomorrow night.She prided herself on her quick turnaround, and despite everything that had been on her mind lately— the Penalty Space—she had no excuse for falling so far behind.She vowed to stay up all night if need be and get this job done.Following her usual ritual, she shut off the television, made herself a pot of tea and turned off all the lights in the front of the house save the one over the dining room table where she worked.The first story was by Kelly Hong, her best student.Diane smiled.If she were a less-conscientious teacher, she could just slap an A on that assignment without reading it and move on to the next one.Kelly had never turned in anything less than A work, and Diane knew that the girl’s obsessive perfectionism would not allow her to slack off this time.But she refused to cheat.It wouldn’t be fair to Kelly or the other students.Besides, she genuinely wanted to read the girl’s story.Taking a sip of tea, she opened the blue folder’s cover.“Ms.Brooke Must Die!” read the large-font title.Diane frowned.That was odd.And very uncharacteristic of Kelly.She read the title again.It felt weird seeing her own name used in such a context.She read on:I don’t know when I decided that my English teacher, Ms.Brooke, had to die, but decide it I did, and nothing had ever felt more right.I finished my test and looked toward the front of the classroom, where the teacher sat at her desk, looking over the homework we’d turned in that morning.What I wanted more than anything was to slit her throat, to feel the blade of my knife sink into her flesh and sever the artery that pumped the blood into her twisted brain.Diane kept reading.Despite the distasteful subject matter, the story was well-done, and there was no real reason for her to give the assignment anything other than an A, although next to the grade, she wrote, “Disturbing.”Diane picked up the next creative-writing assignment and looked at the title: “Assfuck Redemption.”Assfuck?A heavy weight seemed to settle in her stomach as she turned the page.Halfway down the paper, she spied her own name, and her gaze went immediately to that paragraph.Ms.Brooke adjusted herself, pushing her buttocks out farther and higher in order to take him more deeply, her fingers fluttering between her legs as she manipulated herself from underneath.Her asshole was tight and soft and warm, and he grunted with animalistic pleasure as he drove it in hard.His orgasm was coming, and she cried out, too, as her furious fingers brought her to climax.With a feeling of great release, he thrust manfully, spurting deep into her willing ass as her sphincter muscle tightened around the base of his massive erection, squeezing out every last drop of his hot thick sperm.Diane grimaced in revulsion.She refused to read any more.There was no way she could give this sickening fantasy anything resembling a decent grade.Frowning, she thought about Kelly’s story and picked up another paper, opening it at random.She read a few lines, did the same with another.And another.And another.They were all filled with graphic sex and appalling violence.As she sifted through the pile, glancing at sentences here, paragraphs there, she saw that they each had her as a main character.It was embarrassing and frightening and disgusting all at the same time.What made it even more disturbing was that each of the stories seemed to be fairly accomplished [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]