Chapter 53: Control
She’s hot as hell and hearing her say pussy gave me a fucking woody. – Athos
It was the last class that Evie had for the day. The next was her conference period and then school was out. She always loved the first day of school, almost as much as the last day. But she was grateful when they were both over. The bell chimed and she looked up from her laptop.
Little Marc sat in the back, flanked on both sides with two other man child students. Granted it had only been about twelve years since she was in high school, but she was certain that the boys were not like that back then. These three exuded sex appeal.
“Mr. Humphrey, I have to ask, are the boots a fashion statement or because you ride?”
“I have a chopper that I built.” He answered. “You?”
She shook her head. “Not any more.”
The man child with milk chocolate skin a full beard and a shaved head smiled at her. “I’ll
take you
for a ride.”
“Might want to tell your texter more than one.” Little Marc said with a wink.
“Yes, and I will be killing my brother for sending me that during school. I’m giving him a pass since he’s probably freezing all his man parts off down in Antarctica.”
The door opened and Priscilla walked in. “Sorry, miss, newspaper.”
“That’s new.” Evie said thoughtfully. “I thought it was all digital now.”
“No, ma’am.” She said sitting in front of the third man child sex god. They both had black hair and blue eyes. Her hair was slightly longer and he had a goatee. He wore the same uniform as his friends, skin tight shirt, faded jeans and motorcycle boots. Priscilla’s outfit
varied only with her cold shoulder shirt and half dozen necklaces.
Evie watched as the boy tugged her hair until she leaned back and he pressed a kiss to the
top of her head. It was sweet and obviously platonic. So, she let it slide.
“So, this is history, the class that everyone dreads because it’s boring.”
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“Why do we have to take history?” a girl at the front asked.
“To prevent your generation from making the same mistakes previous generations have. And there are certain things that we have to cover. For the rest, we can discuss whatever you want. Pick a topic, relate it to history and we’re good. I try to keep things
interesting.”
Evie stood up and walked around her desk picking up a stack of papers as she went. “Your first assignment is actually to give me homework.” She handed out the packets of paper as she walked among the desks. “There is history all around you, and you probably don’t even know it. I want you to list out three historical facts, places and people from around this area. After all of those, tell me three things that are a part of your everyday life that you don’t even think about. I will compile all of the lists from all the classes. Starting with the most popular, I will research them and get back with you.”
“Daily grades will be participation. You don’t have to talk, but you can’t sleep. Every week, I don’t care when, I just need a paper once a week. There is no certain length or topic. Pick an article or something in a newspaper, magazine, song, event, you get the
idea.”
“Relate it to a historical event, or make a prediction of how you think it will be viewed as
history. I had a student that did music for every paper and my favorite was the one done
on PUSSY CONTROL. To say the least, no one expected their history teacher to openly
discuss it.”
The whole room erupted. Evie grinned at them as she leaned up against her desk. They
were settling back down when the classroom phone rang. She answered it and spoke for a
moment before hanging up and telling Little Marc that he had been checked out of
school.
Standing up and grabbing his backpack, he looked at the black–haired man. “Make sure she gets home?”
“Football practice.” The kid playing with Priscilla’s hair said with a shrug.
“I’ll take her home.” The other said and both glared at him. “Molly scares the hell out of
me.”
With a nod to the guys, he kissed the top of Priscilla’s head before silently walking out.
