Page 69 of The Teacher

I follow Miss Tweed through the front hallway and into the living room.

There are a few people here already. Mingling around. Some familiar faces. I smile at a parent I know.

Where is he? Where’s Skipper?

And, just as I expect, there’s cheese and crackers set up on the table. They appear hard and inedible. Ten points to me for guessing correctly. Miss Tweed is so predictable.

She appears at my side. “Mr. Brown isn’t here yet,” she whispers sternly at me. “You better get to work talking to people. Do the one thing you can do and get that money, Miss Finn. Your job is on the line.”

As if I didn’t know that.

She doesn’t have to keep reminding me of it, I’ve been very aware of how close I am to losing my job the last few days.

The things I imagine doing to her are unspeakable.

“Where’s Skipper?” I ask her, ignoring her command to start networking immediately.

Miss Tweed likes my question. She really puts on her big fake smile this time. “Oh, he arrived early. I think he went upstairs to have a private conversation with Becky.”

What?

I nearly spit out my dinner in shock.

“Becky? Becky Taylor?”

Miss Tweed bobbles her little head which shakes her massive puffy hair. “Yes, she’s a lovely girl that Becky. They looked like they were deep in conversation,” Miss Tweed says, leaning towards me. “If you ask me, they looked like they were flirting. They’re both very attractive people, so I can see the connection.”

My vision narrows and my heart rate speeds up. This can’t be happening.

Becky Taylor? The bitchy single mom who’s out to sleep with every guy she can get her hands on? She’s here and she’s talking to Skipper? Flirting?

And they’re both upstairs?

Fuck.

In a panic, I quickly make my leave and rush out of the living room, heading up the stairs. I reach the next floor of Miss Tweed’s house and make my way through the hallway.

No, this can’t be happening.

It’s like a nightmare.

It’s just like how it was eight years ago.

It can’t be happening. This should be a dream. This shouldn’t be real.

I open up the first door. It’s the bathroom. I immediately turn and continue down the hallway. I open another door, bursting through this one marked Office, and that’s when I see them.

Skipper.

And Becky Taylor.

Skipper is sitting down at Miss Tweed’s desk and Becky is sitting on his lap, facing him.

And her tits are out.

Her tits are exposed and are in his face. Her naked, giant tits.

In Skipper’s face.