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But you had better take this incident under advisement for next time, because next time, I will write you up!”
    “There won’t be a next time, Principal Fu-Tucker,” I choked out. Holy Shit! In my terror-ridden state I had almost called her Principal Fucker!
    “I hope not.” She looked at her computer screen dismissively and we both scampered out of her office before she could change her mind.
    “What the fuck, Craig?” I seethed at him, once we were safely alone in the hallway. I kept looking around to ensure no one was in the vicinity.
    “I’m sorry Mrs. Roby,” he said deviously. “You should be thankful that I saved your ass. I want you to thank me, Mrs. Roby.”
    “Thank you? You little twit! I’m the one that said not to have this here! This is your fault entirely, I should beat your ass, not thank it.”
    He grabbed my arm roughly and pushed me up against the wall. “Listen, Sage. You do owe me. More than you know. I grade your goddamn papers, or have my father’s staff do it, for two measly joints a week. Why do you think I do that? Why would a rich guy, who can have anything he wants, do that for you?”
    I looked at him in shock. “I don’t know, Craig. What game are you playing, little boy?”
    He laughed out loud. “Little boy? I don’t think so, Mrs. Roby. I want you and I get what I want. I planned this whole thing, you having me grade papers for giggly weed, the police, everything.” He watched me as what he said registered across my face.
    I couldn’t believe he had played me. It was almost a turn-on that someone had beaten me at my own game.
    “I want you,” he said softly and traced a finger slowly down my cheek.
    I looked at him. Was he suggesting what I thought? I just gaped at him, not trusting myself to speak.
    “I want your body, naked and thrashing beneath me as I ram my cock inside of your wet pussy. I can promise you that you will beg me not to stop fucking you. What do you think about that, Mrs. Roby?”
    He had his mouth close to mine and my breathing hitched. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered.
    “Trust me, I’m more than serious. I know more about you than you think I do. On Monday night, when your husband works late, you’re going to meet me and let me fuck your brains out. Capiche?”
    Then he let go of me and walked away, confidently stalking down the hall to his next class. What the fuck had just happened?
    I slowly walked back to my room and tried to digest what had just happened. He wanted to fuck me? It was wrong on so many levels. He was eighteen and I was thirty! That many years were between Tom and me, but this was different.
    I somehow made it through the rest of the day and when I got home, I went to bed. I felt ill, not the virus kind of sick. The ‘I’ve gotten myself into a bad situation and can’t get out’ kind of illness.
    When Tom came home, he pampered me and took care of me until he opened the mail. Then he screamed at me because I had run our American Express bill up higher than ever. It wasn’t my fault that Nordstrom’s semi-annual sale had come and gone again. I had gotten such good deals, he should be happy that I saved him so much money!
    I pouted for a couple more hours and wasn’t able to sleep. I decided to write some more instead.
     
     
    I hated having to take my ring off once I got home. I wanted to wear it and never take it off, but that would not happen until I could find the courage to tell my family. I knew that would not happen any time in the near future. So I took my precious diamond ring off my finger and slid it into my pocket as I approached my front door.
    I allowed Ben to drive me home, but I didn’t let him pull into the driveway. Instead, I made him pull up to the curb and let me out. That way, when I walked in, all my grandparents would have been able to see was a car pulling away. They wouldn’t have had enough time to know that it wasn’t Marissa.
    A few waves and smiles to the silent people sitting in