Mike suddenly realized that he'd been standing there for over ten
seconds without saying a word.
"Er....no," He stuttered. "I...er....forgot my sketch book somewhere
and ....thought I might have left ...it in class."
"Oh, then this must be yours." Arlene said as she pulled open one of her
desk draws and pulled out a thick black bound book. "I found it on the
floor in the back of the room when I was cleaning up earlier."
Michael went pale as she lifted the book up and flipped it open to a
page near the front. A cold sweat suddenly ran down his back as she turned
a few pages.
"I only took a quick look before to see if there was a name in it."
Arlene said as she turned another page. "I didn't see one, so I just put
it away. By Monday, I figured, someone would've come looking for it."
Michael's heart was racing as he slowly walked to the front of the room.
Each time she turned another page, his heart felt like it skipped a beat.
"Oh God," The 17yr old pleaded in a silent prayer. "Please let her
stop."
"This is really excellent work. I have to say I'm impressed." Arlene
continued as she admired one particular drawing. "I can see why you'd be
worried that you lost this book."
"Yeh," Mike replied, trying so very hard to be cool as he reached out
for the book.
"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted any of this work to the
Peterson Quarterly or the Yearbook. I'm the faculty advisor for both you
know." She went on as she flipped a dozen or so more pages, scanning the
last half of his work. "In fact I.........."
Her voice suddenly fell silent as she flipped back to a page she had
just flew past. From the look on her face, Mike knew he was busted. He
suddenly felt dizzy and was afraid he was about to faint.
"Oh my........" He dimly heard Mrs. Koda say as she turned a few more
pages.
She paused for a second, a look of disbelief on her face. Then she
turned another page.
"Oh my Lord!" She exclaimed, this time much louder.
With that, Michael did faint.
Michael's first sensation of consciousness was the smell of flowers.
Even before he opened his eyes, the sweet scent filled his nostrils. When
his eyes did open, they quickly focused on the soft full breasts pressing
against the white blouse of the woman leaning over him. He was laying on a
couch in a large room he recognized as the Teacher's Lounge.
"I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr. Rossi." Mrs. Koda said when
she noticed his open eyes. "I was beginning to wonder if I was wrong in
not calling the paramedics."
"No,...I'm ok....." Mike mumbled as he shook his head to clear it.
As he sat up he saw the thick black book sitting on the coffee table.
In a cold numbing clarity, he remembered what had happened. Hesitantly, he
sat up and tried to think of something to say.
"I'm really sorry about all this....." He said.
"I should think so," Mrs. Koda replied. "I really can't even express
how shocked I am by the drawings in that book. Or how surprised I am that
a young man of your scholastic ability could have created them."
With that she flipped open the book and turned to the offending pages.
Spread out across ten sheets were a dozen or more sketches of a man and
woman engaged in various sexual acts. Some of the figures were generic,
but more often than not, the male figure was Michael himself.
Arlene turned past the assorted drawings, stopping at a closeup of a
woman performing fellatio. She could've been mistaken about the other
depictions, but there was no doubt that the likeness in the closeup was her
own.
"These drawings are enough to get you expelled, you know that, don't
you?" She asked Michael.
Michael merely nodded, too stunned at the idea to say anything.
"And that, I think would be a real shame. I'd hate to be the cause of
your loosing your scholarship."
Michael's eyes followed the Teacher across the room, for once his
attention riveted on her words instead of the sway of her ass. She still
had the book in her hands, glancing down at his creations as she spoke.
"But I do have a responsibility as a Teacher in this school to maintain
discipline and order. I just can't let an incident like this go
unacknowledged."
A dozen possible repercussions of his stupidity flashed through
Michael's mind. His parent's reaction if he were expelled, the loss of his
chance to go to Brookfield. In half of them, he saw himself needed those
job skills he jokingly suggested Bob might need.
"It would be different if these were just simple nudes." Arlene
continued. "I could just dismiss them as art with a poor choice of
subject. Yet as hard as I try, I can't classify drawings like these as
anything but pornographic."
"I don't have to worry about getting a job at the McDonald's" Michael
thought as he saw his future flush down a toilet. "My father is simply
going to kill me and be done with it. How is he going to explain to his
friends and business associates that his son got kicked out of school for
drawing porno pictures of one of his Teachers."
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