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evidence, and she could have filed a lawsuit for wrongful termination, a lawsuit she stood a good chance at winning. More than anything, the alleged “affair” sullied New Hope Academy’s pristine reputation. Things like that just didn’t happen there.
    Of course, I knew better.
    I took a sip of beer, clicked a link to open another article. My bedroom was dark, save for the white light of the computer screen and the city lights outside my window. The case didn’t interest me so much as the fact that Bobby was now the principal of New Hope Academy.
    “How the hell did this happen?” I whispered to myself. “Why him ?”
    A quick stop by the Academy’s website confirmed my mother’s report. Robert “Bobby” Allen had been promoted to principal after serving as vice principal, assistant vice principal, and head of the English department.

 
    A ten-year education veteran, Principal Allen began his career at New Hope Academy as a teacher in the English department. Despite considerable offers in higher education and the private sector, he remained at the Academy, assuming an administrative role in 2010.

 
    I rolled my eyes, wondering which PR firm he’d hired to write such a complimentary bio. Such an honorable man he was for staying in education when he could have gone onto the private sector!
    Yet the worst part -- the part that genuinely made me sick -- was that Bobby was going to condemn Simone for her actions, when he did the same exact thing to me. No doubt, he had a legal team determining how to minimize the Academy’s liability, a PR firm ready to spin the story and maintain the integrity of the school’s reputation.
    I did a bit more digging, found a photograph of Simone. Much to my surprise, she was a certified knockout. Whatever happened to the days when teachers were all middle-aged men and women with lives and spouses of their own? Had the recession caused that many people to use academia as a safe haven when Corporate America brought down the hammer?
    Though she’d taken her Facebook page down, there were still plenty of other photos of Simone online. One in particular caught my eye: she sat alone in a slinky black dress, a glass of red wine in her hand while her long brown hair swayed in the breeze. Large black sunglasses covered her face, which made her full red lips all the more striking.
    If she’d been anything like Bobby, Simone had probably showered this young man with attention before making her first move. Before long, the poor kid was probably infatuated with her -- and when she’d finally lured him into having sex? He’d be her willing slave.
    It was a scenario I knew all too well.
    *      *      *
    “Come here,” Bobby had said. “Come on, that’s it…”
      I’d leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. His fingers circled the nape of my neck before he’d dragged his nails through my scalp. It felt good -- good enough for me to let out a moan and melt into him. That time, I was the one who took his face into my hands, kissed his lips, his forehead, then threw back my head to let him kiss a trail across my throat.
      “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “I need you.”
       He broke away from my throat long to say: “I’ve missed you, Jesse.”
       I didn’t respond with words. I’d taken his right hand and pressed it to the front of my pants. I bucked my erection into his palm, showing him that I was hard and ready. He’d smiled, then unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the ground. We fell into bed, and Bobby took off my jeans but kept my underwear on. He’d licked my erection through the soft cotton of my boxers, teasing me with his tongue, knowing damn well I wanted him to take me into his mouth.
      “Just do it!” I’d hissed.
      “Not until you ask you nicely.”
      I slid my underwear off myself. “Happy now? Did all the hard work for you.”
    He chuckled, then gave me a few quick strokes with his hand. He’d straddled me in bed, his