I couldn't think of anything that I did wrong, accept for skipping school.
But how did she know?
As soon as I asked myself that question, I already knew the answer.
Mr. Morrison had ratted me out.
"So what did you do last Friday?" She asked.
Fuck, I swore, Fuckshithelldie.
"Here." Miss Taylor smiled and shoved a big yellow envelope towards me.
I frowned, took the envelope and took out what was inside;
Five pictures of Jen's house.
One picture showed me walking up the driveway.
One should how Jen let me in.
Then there was an overall picture of the house.
The fourth one showed me leaving,
and the last one was, again, an overall picture of the house.
I frowned deeper. Who took those pictures?
I couldn't remember if I saw somebody walking, or driving by.
"See Frank, I know where you have been.
I just wonder what you did there."
I needed to play it cool.
Those pictures didn't show anything accept me going inside a house, and leaving it again.
"I think that I know what happened inside,
and if you look closely then you will see what I mean."
I glanced at the pictures, but I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Here," she said and pushed three pictures a bit forward.
I became curious and began to study the pictures.
The first one she pointed out was of Jen letting me in,
the second one the overall shot, and the last one was the last overall shot of the house.
I didn't see anything strange.
I looked, studied, observed, and suddenly it hit me.
My face turned red, and Miss Taylor laughed.
"Awh, you finally figured it out did you?"
I nodded; the curtains... those goddamn curtains.
When Jen let me in, the bedroom curtains where open.
Then they were closed, and on the last picture they were open again.
"Was the yummie yummy?" Miss Taylor asked.
"Young Urban Mother," she continued when she saw that I had no idea what she was saying.
"Was she yummy? I had no idea you where into elder woman,
I always thought you were more into younger girls."
I blushed harder.
Miss Taylor stood up from her desk, and turned around.
Her back was turned towards me, while she was staring out of the window.
"The thing is Frank.
We can't allow students to have sex with mother's... at least not during school time"
She turned around saying that last sentence, and I swear to God; She had a huge grin on her face.
"What you do before or after school is not my business.
I don't care if you fuck every desperate mother in Taylorsville, as long as it isn't during my time."
She sat down again, and studied my face.
I was confused.
Was I being expelled? Did I got some kind of punishment? What was this?
"You're a big boy Frank, and Jennifer is a big girl.
Fuck her all you want, I don't care but don't do it ever again during school time.
Is that clear?"
I had bowed my head out of shame, and nodded a bit.
"Now; I have to take you of that bus.
You understand this right?"
I nodded again, still I was staring at my shoes, scared to face her.
"I don't want to put you in any position where you could meet other Yummies.
So I have decided to let you drive the blue bus."
I glanced upwards, I didn't lose my job?
"I think driving college girls is much safer, at least you won't meet their mother." Miss Taylor said.
"Now, if you would excuse me, I have work to do."
I mumbled a thank you and a goodbye, and left as fast as I could before she changed her mind.
Outside her office, I took a deep breath.
My God, was I lucky or what?
Miss Taylors's nickname at school was Miss Thatcher a.k.a The Iron Lady.
The real Thatcher was the prime-minister of England at that time.
Famous for her cold, hard and ruthless decision's that left her political opponents shivering with fear.
Miss Taylor had the same reputation, but I hadn't seen any of it.
She didn't punish me, didn't throw me out of college, didn't even take away my job?
What the hell was going on?
Tuesday November 10th
The next day I arrived early at the garage,
and as soon as I walked in, Joe grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.
"Who are you, you sonofabitch?" He hissed.
His hands had grabbed my collar and he literally had lifted me a few inches from the ground.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I was surprised, and didn't fight back.
I didn't even thought about fighting back;
Joe had this vicious look on his face, which made me really scared.
Finally he let go of me, threw me the keys of a blue bus and walked out.
"Have fun you little prick."
I had no idea what was going on.
Why was he mad at me?
I took the keys and walked to my new bus.
I knew that this was my last chance with Miss Taylor, and I wouldn't fail.
I never drove that damn bus before.
It was twice as big as the Micro Bird, and on top of that; the students where my age, or even older.
"Owh shit." I mumbled.
Most likely I would have a few of my own classmates on board.
"Morning." I heard a voice behind me and, I jumped up.
I turned around and saw how Miss Nicholls entered the garage.
Miss Nicholls walked to the second blue bus, opened the door and got on board.
"So you're the new guy?"
I shrugged. I had no idea what was going on.
"I guess." I mumbled.
"Speak up boy, I can't hear you." Miss Nicholls yelled.
She had started her bus, and began heating it up.
"I think so." I yelled.
Miss Nicholls nodded and beckoned me to come inside.
"You know you need to make two trips?"
I shook my head.
Miss Nicholls sighed deeply.
We have three busses, and each of us makes two trips.
We normally start with the longest route first.
I have the Northern section. Jane has West, and Joe used to take the rest.
So I guess that is now your section."
I nodded slowly.
"You already should have started driving, but I guess we can forgive you this time." Miss Nicholls smiled.
She schussed me to my bus, and totally clueless of what was expected of me, I got on board.
As careful as I could, I started my route.
I had no idea where to go, but I trusted on Homer, the build in nav. System.
That morning I didn't pay any attention to the students, and totally focused on finding my way.
I managed to get the two trips done in a reasonable time, but afterwards I was totally beat.
When I came back to the Garage, Miss Taylor was waiting there for me.
"Come," she said and walked towards school and up to her office.
"We have a small problem." Miss Taylor began as she sat down.
Owh no, not again! What the fuck did I do now?
She laughed when she saw my face and waved my worries away.
"Don't you worry, you did an excellent job today.
A problem with Joe?
Was that the reason that he attacked me?
What did he do?
"Well... He didn't do much actually." Miss Taylor mumbled.
"It's just that I fired him."
"Joe is getting a bit too old for this work." she continued.
"He is slowly pushing 60, and he is not in the physical shape that is required."
You're sitting down on your ass, driving a bus?
"So I just fired him." Miss Taylor smiled.
"And promoted you to fulfill the vacant position of Property Manager."
My mouth dropped wide open.
It all clicked in my head now.
Joe already had known it, or at least suspected it.
"But euh... I don't... what about...." I stuttered.
Thousands of questions ran through my head.
Miss Taylor kneeled down in front of me, and gave me a friendly hug.
"Don't you worry Frank." She whispered, "I know you can do the job, you already have proven yourself."
I smelled her perfume, felt the warmth of her body,
was overwhelmed by emotions and suddenly my eyes dropped down to her cleavage.
You, the reader, are now waiting for the juicy part right?
The part about how this little glance of mine turned into, me and Miss Taylor having sex, right there in her office.
But are you kidding me?
Miss Taylor was... what... 35?... 36?
She was old... ancient.
Personally I already thought that Jennifer was a bit too old for me, and she was much younger then Miss Taylor.
No, I didn't have those thoughts about "The Iron Lady", but I will admit that I didn't mind the view.
I blushed when I stared down her cleavage.
Not the red face, heat exploding embarrassing blush.
No, it was an internal blush.
A blush only on the inside of my body.
What was wrong with me?
A man, who I considered to be a friend, was just fired?
I felt that it all was, somehow, my fault,
and here I was, peeking at an old lady boobs?
Miss Taylor had little freckles running down her cleavage.
It tickled my senses, and for a second I wondered how she would look like... naked.
Miss Taylor had a normal cup.
Nothing too big, or to small.
A nice handful to say it more directly.
I couldn't see much of her breasts,
accept for a few freckles, the obvious curves and her white bra.
I will tell you a secret though, but you have to promise me that you are not going to tell it around.
I did get an erection.
I blushed even harder and I knew I had to get out of that hug.
I gently pushed her back a bit.
Slowly she got up, threw me a meaningful smile and walked back to her chair.
Had she felt my erection? God, I hope not, that would have been totally embarrassing.
I blushed for real now.
"So Frank," she said, "Let’s get to your office and see if we can find something to do for you.”
Office? I had an office? Damn, this was actually quite epic.
The office turned out to be the basement of the building.
When they had built it, they had used the vertical support beams to divide the basement into separate rooms.
A huge part of it contained the heating system, water pipes and more of that stuff.
The rest was used as office and storage.
My “office” was 30 by 20 feet.
But when we entered the room it didn’t seem so big.
The room was a mess to be quite honest.
A desk, filled with papers, empty boxes, manuals, and some hand tools.
A whole bunch of old file cabinets, dirty and rusty with some of the drawers open.
More empty boxes, plastic bags and junk.
Whatever Joe was, he sure wasn’t organized.
“Owh dear.” Miss Taylor moaned. “Seems that we have found your first job.”
I nodded, overviewing this junk yard.
“Just clean this mess, will you?” she asked.
“And once you’re done, you can re-decorate your office. “
She gave me a small envelope, looked around one last time and wanted to walk away.
In the meantime I had opened the envelope and dropped the content on my hand.
“Euh… Miss Taylor.” I cried, seeing a key and a credit card in the palm of my hand.
“Sophia,” she smiled. “Please call me Sophia, you are staff now.”
“Ok… right… but Miss Tay…euh… Sophia, what is this?” I stuttered holding out my hand.
“It’s the key to your office, and a school credit card.
Sometimes you need to buy things to do your job, having your own cc makes it easier.
Just make sure you keep all receipts, and hand them over once a month to Hilary.”
“Miss Nicholls.” Sophia smiled.
“Now, here is an executive order.
First I want you to buy a new lock.
I am not sure if Joe still has a key of this one, so just replace it.”
“Then you clean out this place, and after that I want you to go to Home Depot,
Buy new furniture, paint, lights, whatever you need to make this office your office.
Next time that I come here, I want to see a complete new room, you got that?”
I nodded again, but wondered about the cost.
Sophia laughed, “Don’t you worry about that.
Buy whatever you want to buy. The credit card is unlimited.”
As soon as she had left, I started to take a good look around.
I was overwhelmed. Not only with the state that this room was in, but with the whole situation.
How long was I now in College? Two – Three months?
So far I missed a lot of classes due to the bus driving thing,
And now, totally out of the blue, I was property manager?
How the fuck did this all happen?
It sounds cliché, but it felt like I was on a rollercoaster ride… and I wasn’t sure if we already had reached the end.
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