Speaker 1: Gabriella reminded me every day while I was single as fuck.
Women were irritating, so irritating that, at only thirty three
years old, I already had strands of gray hair in
my fade. I named them after the five women I
had serious relationships with. Noah, Gabriella was no lover, only
my student, but she landed her name on the top
of my head. She recently turned eighteen and was nowhere
near graduating. She still had tenth grade classes she had
him passed, not one in three years. I had done
everything as her counselor, from notes and home to recommending tutor,
and to offering to put her in credit recovery. All
of my efforts were met with silence, indifference. Nos. What
made this shit aggravating was that she was actually smart.
I had done research on her academic past, looking forward
forgotten iep or something, only to find that she made
honor roll every year from first grade to tenth grade.
She had unbelievable potential. Then this drastic decline happened out
of nowhere. Well, it wasn't even a decline, it was
a fucking stop. I tried visiting her home for a
face to face with her parents. Her pristine mother, sitting
with me in their pristine living room, gave me no explanation,
only promised to make her daughter do better, to gare
her to graduation day.
Speaker 2: But nothing has changed.
Speaker 1: I was done with the situation, even though I had
promised I'd never give up on a student. Since the
teacher's persistence got me out of the streets and into
my books, middle school of me had to desire to
do something better, a desire that could be singing and Gabriella, however,
there was no such thing. She came into my office
with a note i'd given her Algebra one teacher and
sat down.
Speaker 3: Hello, mister Eric.
Speaker 1: Yes, she was rude too. I wouldn't say nothing to
you unless you made her. How, Gabriella, I brought you
here to tell you that you're being dropped from Kingston High.
Speaker 2: No response from her.
Speaker 4: That means I know what it means, mister Eric. I
guess this is good riddance for both of us.
Speaker 1: It's not good riddance. I still want to help you,
but you won't let me. This is obviously what you want.
Speaker 3: What's funny you saying this is what I want? You
don't know about what I want.
Speaker 2: Okay, then tell me.
Speaker 3: Take a wild guess.
Speaker 1: The fun kind of answer was that I felt my
head getting hot. Another platinum thread was fucking sprouted on
the top of my head. I'm not a my reader, Gabby.
If there is something I'm not doing or your teachers
aren't doing that you feel you need to have academic success,
then you need to let me know. I'll see to
it that it's done for you.
Speaker 3: Can I see your arm?
Speaker 2: It took me a minute to process a request. What
is that gonna do?
Speaker 4: It goes all the way up, doesn't it your tattoo?
Speaker 1: I looked at my left foe arm, the tattoo that
could be seen there with my sleeve rolle below my elbow.
Speaker 2: Yes, it's a sleeve.
Speaker 3: I want to see it.
Speaker 1: I was going to decline, but I figured there was
no harm. I'm butting my button down, taking my left
arm out.
Speaker 3: That's nice.
Speaker 2: Thirteen hours in the chair. Your response is that's nice.
Speaker 4: I got one last week, did you h It hurt
a little, but I liked it.
Speaker 1: One of her eyebrows raised when she said that. She
paused like she was waiting for me to react. I
kept my focus on doing my buttons.
Speaker 3: Correctly, So you want to see it?
Speaker 2: Maybe another time. We should get back to your grades.
Speaker 4: It'll be quick. You got to show yours off. I
want to show off mine.
Speaker 2: Her persistence made me wonder aloud, have you shown your friends?
Speaker 4: I don't have any friends, mister Eric, you know that.
Speaker 1: That explained her eagerness. I agreed to see the tattoo
with the ulterior motive in mine. She had no friends,
so I was gonna be her friend. Maybe it minding
over tattoos were created a breakthrough with her. I immediately
regretted my motive when she stood up and began undoing
her belt. Get re yelling, if you have to expose
yourself to show me, please stop. That didn't stop her.
She turned around, pulling her jeans down her ass, and
there it was, two cherries on her right ass, cheek
still swollen from the needle. That's lovely. Now please pull
your pants back up. I looked away, trying not to
think of the shit that I be in if somebody
came parting through my door. Even harder, I was trying
not to think about the erection that was blossoming in
my slacks. I hadn't looked at her as a woman. Ever,
never had my eyes on her with any interest besides
interest in helping her succeed in life. I never noticed
that she was rather thick chubby, her hips wide giving
way to thighs and a gnash that were just as
substantial with the throng she wore. Her ass was on
full display, the cheeks more square than round, more fleshy
than firm. No cell you like, A slap to them
will leave a bright, angry handprint on the light tone
flesh created a loud and sharp sound as the cheeks
jiggled like jello.
Speaker 2: Gabby, pull your pants up before somebody come in here.
Speaker 1: My voice came out deeper than usual, giving away my feelings.
She did that laugh of hers. She did the opposite
of what I said, taking her pants completely off. I
ran a hand down my face. Gabriella, come on beleave
for her cooperation. One on deaf ears that she also
took her jacket off.
Speaker 3: Oh no, no, lock on the door.
Speaker 2: Oh well, I'm gonna have to cause security.
Speaker 3: Gabby do it then, don't make me. Ain't gonna do shit.
Speaker 2: My voice was weak, like I was high. I was
in a way high on the knee.
Speaker 1: For this student suddenly turned woman, this demon, this potential
fucking career killer. She was coming around my desk. My
finger on the auto die button number three, it would
ring straight to securities front desk. She was right there now,
right beside me. What are you doing, Gabby?
Speaker 3: You know.
Speaker 4: I've been thinking about this since you came to my house.
Rhonda said, I wasn't home, but I was. She's evil
like that. She wanted me to see her take away
somebody that cared about me.
Speaker 3: I saw you too.
Speaker 2: Fuck it. I closed my eyes in shame.
Speaker 3: Oh you thought I didn't know.
Speaker 1: That hadn't been for her or anyone to know. It
was a moment of weakness. I realized the absurdity of
her words. She didn't take me awake. Every other I
was still on your side after that. You can't say
I wasn't. She said nothing. She was touching me now.
Nail's caressed in the back of my neck. I handled
my chest. What is this some kind of competition between
you and your mama. Look, I don't want to be
a part of that.
Speaker 4: You're already a part of it, mister Eric. You've been
trying to get me to graduate, trying to save me
do you know why I.
Speaker 3: Stopped caring about school?
Speaker 2: Why?
Speaker 4: Because Ronda was making plans for me to go to Yale.
I couldn't give her the satisfaction. I let my grades
go all the way down. You and her have been
playing tugle war this whole time.
Speaker 1: I got up and moved away from her. So you
ruined your whole life to piss off your mama. That's
fucking stupid.
Speaker 3: Well, according to my grades, that's what I am.
Speaker 1: She looked me in my eyes and sat on my
desk and then began partner her thick thighs.
Speaker 3: Like this, or would you rather do it like you
did her?
Speaker 1: She bent over the desk, moving her pennies to aside
for full access to her puffy rosie pussy. Her shit
was already wet, and I was a man with a
weakness for women, as could be seen by my hair.
I should have thrown it around myself and I have
naked and all. I should have called security. I should
have went screaming into the night because this here with
her and me and me and her mother and her
and her mother.
Speaker 2: Was fucking crazy.
Speaker 1: But obviously I like crazy because I didn't tell her no,
not even when she took those middle soga panties off
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