Chapter 19: Miss Reagan
Candy corn should be renamed. Real vegetables aren’t that gress. – Riffioff
It was mid October and the compound was already decorated for Halloween. They always went all out for the holiday Halloween was one of the best. It was no longer scorching hot. Nor was it cold.
The gates to the compound were open and the guys that were outside working on their rides noticed a Corvette pull in. They appreciated the car and were going back to their own tasks as it parked. A low wolf whistle got their attention and they termed bat to the car to see a petite brunette getting out.
Stylish sunglasses covered her face hiding her eyes. Her lips were full, cheekbones high and a cute little nose. Although the face was nice to look at, it was the body that had their attention. Full breasts, trim waist and wide hips emphasized a round ass and plum thighs. She might be short, but the cut off shorts and garter tattoo were showing off exactly how long her legs were. The heeled espadrilles sandals emphasized her calves.
The woman looked over towards where the whistle came from. Her maroon tank top had the Texas A&M logo on it. Smiling, de lowered her sunglasses and looked over with storm gray eyes.
“Damn, I gotta get some of that.” Ink said as he stood up and began walking towards her. “You looking for someone?
“Priscilla.” The woman said.
“She’s probably in the gym.” Ink said opening the front door. “I’ll take you back.”
“Thank you, Ink.” She said walking through, pushing her glasses on top of her head. He looked down at his shirt, his cut was still by the bike. She laughed at his confusion and touched his arm, pointing to the lion head with the crown on it. “Priscilla used your tattoo for a paper recently. It was very good.”
“Oh.” Ink said as he led the way to the gym.
“She’s doing her semester paper on the history, evolution and opinions of tattoos. The paper requires at least one personal interview.” The woman said as they entered the gym.
“Priscilla!” Ink called out.
The girl with the camera turned from where Taz was working out with her trainer, Kevin. “Miss Reagan!” she walked over to her teacher. “What are you doing here?”
“Two things, the principal signed off on your topic. You can do it on tattoos.”
“YES!” Priscilla gave her teacher and then Ink a fist bump. “What’s the other?”
“History of the club.” Miss Reagan said.
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“Then you have the right person. Ink is the current historian.” Priscilla said.
Ink had a look of absolute fear on his face. Both laughed at him.
“I’m not going to ask you to divulge club secrets.” Miss Reagan said. I just want to know when the club was founded, who founded it and where you dispose of the bodies at.”
“Oh, no, Miss Reagan, they don’t do that anymore.” Priscilla said with a straight face.
“But I don’t advise eating at the pub, if you know what I mean.” Her friend, Camille, added with the same straight face.
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Chapter 19: Miss Reagan
“Man. The other white meat. Is there a Donner Special?” the teacher said. “Is that Taz?”
“Yeah. Do you want to meet her?” Priscilla asked as Camille looked her phone before leaving the gym.
“Would love to.” She said and the teen led teacher away and Ink was still standing there confused.
“Taz?” Priscilla said stepping up to the ring.
Taz and Kevin were practicing stances and blocks, Kevin called for a break and they both rolled out of the ring
“This is my history and homeroom teacher, Miss Reagan.” Priscilla said and Miss Reagan held out her hand.
“Nice to meet you. Priscilla does a lot of her weekly papers on you. I’ve learned a lot about MMA and Bellator in the last few months.”
“Really? I didn’t know, that.” Taz said. “Hope she’s doing good.”
“She is. Did she tell you that she and Camille were starting a petition for a girls wrestling and boxing team?”
“Oh?” Kevin was surprised to hear this.
“The Christian school has them. So why can’t we?”
“It’s a good question.” Kévin said. “Another one is why you haven’t asked for any lessons.”
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