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Chapter 6 cont'd

...... I fulfilled my promise and didn't let anyone whose work I wasn't satisfied with go to the playground. Oh boy, it pained the ones left behind when the others came up later after the break and told of how much they thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Kelvin who was one of those left behind was already crying. Tolu the lazy boy and Ethan with one of worst handwriting I had ever seen were the unfortunate ones who stayed back in class. Sammy was not in school that day. I made sure that they had at least completed their notes to an extent before the next teacher came into the class. I continued with my approach of using instructive materials to teach the kids, thinking out of the box most times especially since the school didn't provide enough materials that could aid teaching for the instructors.

... Basic science class was far more fun because the kids would go outside to touch the plants and even uproot roots to look for some of the animals deep in the soil. We couldn't find earthworm that day to their outmost disappointment because the sun was really hot that afternoon and of course such creatures were hardly ever seen during such times.

...."Mr. Solomon, please, what is this?" Fatima, one of the tallest pupil in the class asked me. She was quite the talkative too.

...."Oh, that's the shell of the Avocado fruit."
I explained which only confused her and her classmates even more.

...."Avocado? What's that?" A lot of them asked and then it nearly turned into a fight of let me see and what of you. I rolled my eyes and took the empty fruit from them and promised them that I would get the fruit for them soon. That seemed to calm them and we returned back to the classroom. Things went well at least till the end of the day. My phone vibrated and It was a notification that we have paid. I couldn't be more glad and started working on buying some basic things. I needed toothpaste, and basic toiletries. Half gallon of kerosene at least, two bottles of palm oil and groundnut oil; one new shirt and trouser and a new shoe at least plus paying one month of my house rent or perhaps I should just forget about it until the end of the current month where I would have enough from my salary and home lesson too. I couldn't be empty since it wasn't my full salary.

..... The time was few minutes to four and my private lesson schedule should see be at the home of my pupil at 5pm. I finally opened up my laptop for the first time that day. Christ! Handling those kids was surely something else. I powered it up to see if I could still work on my lesson notes a bit before heading out when I realized that the system was connected to a network.

..... Shitt, oh boy eee!!! I screamed within me. I tried it and opened a page and it went very smoothly. So many things were coming in my mind. Both good and evil. I checked one of the sites that had those full HD videos of my favorite adult stars with a beating heart and then I realized that there wasn't a firewall meaning that our internet activity wasn't monitored. To think of it, I have always seen our madam with a white object that looked like a modem. I thought it was her personal stuff but didn't know it was for the school too. Oh boy, so that unlimited internet stuff she was talking about that day was actually her own. Waoh, waoh, waoh.

.... I searched for Lela, and I saw new videos of her and quickly downloaded the stuff. (Not telling you guys the site and app..bad children.... ). The speed was quite decent, hovering between 500 - 800 kilobytes per second. It was a big file of about 1.6gig but I waited with a beating heart until it downloaded and quickly moved it to my phone. Deleting and clearing my history as well as the download.

.... Jesus, my heart was beating loudly even after I had left the school on my way to start my home lesson. Osanobua! You don do my own. I was excited and scared at the same time. What does free internet mean for me now especially since I didn't want to return to my addiction but it wasn't something I could just ignore but I had to be careful though. It was a risk but far lower especially since I was using an app that looked completely innocent especially for those who know their around stuff but I could just do it on my phone and use the laptop to download other things. I just had to find out the password for the WiFi connection and I didn't think it would be that difficult. As I walked towards my pupil home which was in the estate by the way, I asked myself which was the greater evil; Wanking or Fornication/ Adultery?

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Chapter 6

...... The rush after midterm was something I had always despised and I wasn't suprised that it was relatively the same here in this new school. I hated covering for making up for the sixth and seventh week's work on the eighth week because it was just overload on the poor kids and to make matters worse here, I do not rate these kids at all. I was just informed that my predecessor had typed the examination questions for the term before she left which meant that I had no clues on what had been set for the kids to do in few weeks time. I asked for a copy of the questions but the foolish, overzealous woman wrapper of a head teacher looked at me like I was a thief or something for demanding that, stating that my performance as a teacher would be judged by how well the kids performed in their exams.

,.....I was pissed off at this reply and wanted to hit his damn face there. I was employed half way into the second term and based on their notes and performances in their continuous assessments and records on their report sheets clearly stated that the kids were poorly taught. How was I going to suddenly teach them first term work and second term work in about 4 weeks that included revision also before their exams are conducted? The man just couldn't be serious. I scratched my head as I got back into the classroom wondering how I was going to do this. I had to get a sample of their previous year 3 examination, just to check through and confirm a few suspicions and then get myself ready to prepare for the unattainable.

....... I stayed behind and didn't go downstairs for assembly as I combed through the shelf in the class, looking for past examination questions. I found a few and checked through and to my horror, I discovered that questions were even brought all the way from year 1. How on Earth will kids remember questions from two years ago for Christ sake? It was no wonder they were failing spectacularly when what the kids have prepared for are not brought out but perhaps what they have prolly forgotten and didn't think to read at all.

..... The kids were yet to study their second term materials yet they were expected to study not just year 2 but year 1's work? The management here are a joke, I concluded and knowing that pempemrepe Mr. Daniels, he would have edited the questions since he was the one reviewing the questions for the primary section. Enormous work that will at the end of the day yield nothing and yet the mumu was bragging about the work ethic the school required of its workers and his delusional claims of standard of learning here when it was quite clear all that was to fool gullible parents. There was certainly no standard as far as I was concerned, just a team of foolish people who clearly didn't understand that it was the simple process of laying a block beside another that raised up a house not how expensive the materials required for construction was in the first place. It's no wonder the kids here don't know anything because the work load was too much for them.

....... I was pissed and when the kids saw the expression on my face, no one told them to compose themselves well. They kept quiet immediately and got ready for class especially since I didn't give any reply to their greetings. My first challenge was money and I surely hoped that we were paid today, it was already the first week of another month. I had bills to pay but more importantly, the kids in front of me was my major challenge. If anything I want to teach is to stick at all, I will have to know the kind of learners they are but first I needed to work on their handwritings. It was bad for a section of the class and completely horrendous for a few. Bad handwritings meant that there would be no more readings after today's class.

..... I shocked the kids when I stated that we would be using the first period which was meant to be for Mathematics for handwriting. Naturally, they protested but I silenced them by asking a few affected ones to read what was in front of them in their own notes. They struggled and the protests died there.

..... It was a slow process teaching the affected ones how to write properly and the likes of Kelvin how to how their pencils properly. It was write and clean, write and clean and before I knew it, forty minutes was over and the first period was gone. I had succeeded for the most part but it was a continuous process that had to be tempered with incentives. From the first day I came in here, I knew the kids loved the playground because they always talked about it everyday and daydreamed about how they were going to set up their numerous games but I had terrible news for them that morning. I announced that anyone who desires to be in the playground from that day must do their work to my utmost satisfaction. They obviously didn't like that but didn't protest this time.

.... I moved to teaching mathematics the next period, using that as an opportunity to ascertain the kind of learners they were. I asked a few questions about the last topic we did in maths and only about four answered to my satisfaction which meant that they were audio learners. Then I specifically asked for diagrams since we did measuration, although it took a while but answers kept pouring in and it was proved as I went through the diagrams they had drawn and I came to the conclusion that a lot of them were audio - visual learners, leaning on the visual more than the audio which meant that no more abstract teachings for me if I wanted majority of the kids to learn anything at all. I did a quick teaching that morning and while I might not have achieved my objectives, especially since we were quite behind if I was following the terms work but I decided that I wouldn't. I had my own plans. Monday was going fine and this week was starting to look promising.


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Chapter 6

...."We can all see that the door has been damaged." My landlord began in perfect English. He can do so if he actually wants to as he is one of the few that can communicate in the queen's tongue in that compound. I and a few others make up the list. Baba Mary, Baba Titi and the Benue man, together with the guy that owns the viewing centre next door make up the list and dear Ay and her new man.

....Baba Mary has two daughters one of them being the name attached to his title and the other is Ayo, both in secondary school. Baba Titi who is the fellow drunkard that always followd the landlord from joint to joint has three kids; one named Titi who stays on her own and the other two Monday and Nike, who stay with their Dad. Baba Titi was one of the few single Dads in the compound, the other one was the landlord himself, although that one has nobody currently living with him. Baba Titi became single after he chased his wife out of his apartment for not only cheating on him but bringing the result of the extra-marital affair to his home. I was told it wasn't funny one bit.

..... The said woman still comes to see her other kids occasionally but was said to be living from hand to mouth and then one wonders why anyone would want to cheat in the first place knowing that the man you are cheating with won't take care of you. Mama Titi was however endowed at the back, typical of women from the south west and I could certainly see the appeal but she wasn't the smartest woman around from the few times I had heard her speak. She was always up causing trouble, never up to any good.

.....Baba Titi and his landlord have been caught more than once at Z-place where they let out their sexual urges or more correctly, where Baba Bukky, the landlord squanders his rent money. Don't ask me what I was looking for around there but it wasn't a sight to see whenever his estranged wife comes around for money and sees him drinking with no money to give her. It was always fun, that one.

.... The room facing me was occupied by a single mother whom I have never been privileged to meet her husband but her three kids were in school. Two little boys and one girl who was close to thirteen. The woman, mummy Ore looked too matured to have just those kids now, there was more to her story, surely. I never had issues with her although we never really got along because I just couldn't speak the language even though I understood it to a large extent.

.... The next single mother was a woman in her early thirties who seemingly wanted a man at all costs and ended up getting pregnant for a modern native doctor. The man stayed with her for a while before leaving hurriedly one morning with his things in a nylon bag. He was never seen again and it took the woman, Ay, few weeks to get another man who was far more matured than the previous one. But this man who most certainly had a family elsewhere and a bus for his transport business stayed with her and be a father to her kid. I just couldn't understand how a very attractive woman like her and one who could communicate in English excellently well would decide to end up with men at the bottom of the spectrum. It just beats my imagination.

....The next single mother was grandma and she became single only recently after her husband died. The fifth death in the compound in four years as I was told, still born babies inclusive. She has loosen up a bit too much in my opinion since her husband's death which was no surprise as there was one else old enough in the compound to speak sense into her anymore.

..... Baby Mary, Baba Sadiq who was the match centre owner with one child to his name, Daddy Michael and of course Iyawo, referring to the Benue woman made up the married folks in the compound. The two drunkards were the single fathers, while three women were single mothers. I counted Ay as a single mother because she wasn't married to the man staying with her even if she wants people to believe otherwise. The last other person apart from me was another single guy who was barely ever around. He disappears for weeks, only to return for a while to pay his bills and vanishes again. He was the target of Ay at a point in time but that didn't work out. I am sure the guy just used her and dumbed her.

..... Nine of us who represented nine rooms were out there in the little space between the kitchen and the corridor, just outside the boys quarters to listen to the landlord's take on the broken door.

...."So, we will pay #500 each to repair the door." The landlord concluded.

...."Oga landlord, repair or build another one?" The Benue man asked. The landlord gave him a deadly stare before he answered.

..."Build."

..."How many doors, because #5000 is too much to fix one door." The Benue man continued.

...."Na true you talk my brother." Baba Titi remarked to my surprise and that of the landlord too.

...."Na one door I wan repair but....." The landlord tried to explain but was cut off by Baba Titi...

...."#5000 for one door, kilode na. That's too much. I will only pay #250 pere." He stated and everyone present agreed with him. If looks could kill, the Benue man would have dead by now. The landlord reluctantly agreed but then Baba Mary had something to say.

...."I will like to suggest that somebody should be the keeper of the money not the landlord because he has a bad history of spending money that has been given to him for work here."

...."Daddy Mary, O ma da fu yin ( Baba Mary, it will be well with you.)" Daddy Michael announced. Baba Mary was right in what he said because I was certain that the useless landlord would surely use the money for his own use that's If at all he fix the door. It won't be the first time we will contribute for something and the money would enter voicemail. The man was an expert in that. It was very important that we get this done before officials from the council comes and demand something that we couldn't afford because our bathrooms had no doors.

....We all agreed to give the money to Baba Mary after which the landlord left in anger, barely before the meeting ended. His tenants were getting wiser, Daddy Michael made a slight joke about that and we all laughed to that as we headed for our rooms. I decided to fetch water and headed for the back to get my kegs. Mummy Michael was fetching water and was wearing tight leggings with a very short shirt. She was stunning that morning. She greeted me first, doing that smiling for the first time since ages now. She also used that opportunity to thank me for the previous day event. I nodded and she walked past, heading towards Mama Omolabi's base, rolling that waist of hers. I quickly looked away and asked God for Grace to overcome because I knew myself well. Built up lust wasn't good for me.

..... That day was going fine for me: I had negotiated 45k between the two parents that took my contacts for home lesson services with their kids and now, Mummy Michael was smiling at me. But my mind was on the tall teacher in my school, she was feasible compared to this woman tempting me. God will help me.

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Chapter 5 cont'd

"Ko ni da fu Baba Bukky, landlord oloriburuku wo....." I heard the Grandma cursing the moment I got home to begin my mid term break. The curses went on and on and I wondered what the landlord must have done again to anger the proud old witch. Yes oh, that woman behaves and acts like a witch and therefore she must be a witch. She was more or less the most advanced in age in the compound and always wanted to use that to her advantage. I disliked her because of that and never failed to show it to her.

..... She once called me to help her get her something from a place a bit far from our compound. I went against my principles of never going on errands for anyone because I felt she was an old woman and probably her last born and grand kid staying with her were unavailable to get whatever she wanted for her. I went alright, only for me to return to hear her gossiping about me and mocking me for not having a job; that all I did all day was to stay indoors, hiding from anyone like I was a fugitive or something. They all laughed at her jokes, everyone present in the kitchen did just that. Meanwhile, this was the same woman whose second son was a notorious thug around and was without a job too: washing rams, cars and anything that could be scrubbed and stealing and doing everything imaginable to survive. Every one of her daughters dropped out of school because they were all pregnant yet this woman talked the most in the compound and was always quick to mock someone else.

..... I gave her what I was asked to get, pretending like I didn't hear what she had said about me. She thanked me like a good person and I returned to my room. It took a few more days to request my help once again and I told her I couldn't do it. She pleaded that it wasn't too far and I told her to ask her daughter to go in my stead. She turned away in rage, murmuring curses at me and ever since she has taken it upon herself to mock or go at me at every opportunity; whispering awful things about me to the ears of the landlord so I was very surprised when I heard her cursing at her best friend in the compound. It was quite the sight. Mummy Michael had already joined in the circus giving ammunition for Grandma to fire.


..... I met the Benue woman just as I was about to open my room. That woman was stunning abeg. Her type of skin was the reason most men could kill for the fairskinned women and most ladies seek out creams and soaps to get them a skin like hers. Her skin was so smooth and bright. How on Earth did that man manage to get a woman so beautiful and hard-working like her and very loyal too. I have seen her walk from men who had turned a simple "good morning" to toasting process. Not once, not twice. Kai! Some men were just too lucky.

.... She had a frown on her face and her reply to my greeting was a bit cold and started murmuring in her dialect as she walked past me, heading to the back of the house. Her reply was quite unusual as she has never greeted me in such a manner before. I concluded that she was having a bad day and returned to my room. I pulled off my clothes to my underwear, wrapped my towel around me and carried my bucket of water to the bathroom, aiming to wash off the stress of the day but I dropped my bucket few metres from the bathroom as I was stunned from what I was seeing.

......"You sef you don see am abi? You don see wetin we don dey tell that useless landlord since but the useless man no hear, na only monkey tail e sabi." The Benue woman asked and just continued with her rants, barely giving me the space to say anything.

.... I couldn't blame her because I was boiling inside of me too. The second bathroom was without a door and wasn't tiled so most people hate taking their bath in there; I, in particular have never stepped foot in there. We have asked the old man to something about it but it fell on deaf ears. Now, the door to the only bathroom in the house has been pulled off its hinges completely. There was nothing to use as cover except I got something like a wrapper to use as a makeshift door. It's no wonder everyone was raining curses on the man as he obviously let it this happen to get another avenue to siphon money his tenants. A very useless landlord indeed.

..... I went inside to get a wrapper which made it possible for me to have my bath. This was a very useless compound, the faster I left, the better for me. The curses continued even the men joined in the cursing the landlord because they couldn't find him to make any complaints to when they returned from work late in the night. We all went to bed in anger and I woke up the next day to find most of the occupants had left for work. I did my usual chores, had my quiet time and headed to the bathroom to have my bath. Someone was in there, but was covering the open space of the bathroom with the door but only half of the door could be used with the other half used as support for the broken door to stand. The remaining space was covered with the towel of the person in there. It was smart but the footing of the door didn't look even and so the door was unbalanced on the ground and could fall at anytime.

.....I was in the middle of thinking about how I was going to control those kids when the I heard the crash of the door. I naturally turned to look and the beautiful sight of Mummy Michael's body was staring at me. Even with soap all over her body, the deep indigo of her marvelous skin shone. I have never been attracted to a dark skin woman before but even I couldn't take my eyes off this one. Her breasts were round and teardrop in shape, standing gallantly on her chest, her stomach was more or less flat with a small pouch below it, probably due to the fact that she had given birth twice or more than that, who knows. I couldn't see her private part because she was covering it with one of her hands and it was then that my senses returned and I quickly picked up the door and positioned it back as best as I could at least until she finished bathing. Her towel was short and couldn't cover the entire breadth of the bathroom entrance, so she used the door to compensate for that but she didn't expect the door to fall.

...... She thanked me in English but it was clear that she was completely embarrassed and I wouldn't be surprised that her murmurings were curses aimed at the landlord. My God! She was so damn sexy, my organ had already enlarged so much at this point but reduced a bit as my conscience kept scolding for leering at another man's wife. And that was the problem. This woman was married which was enough to kill any sexual desires of her in me and if that wasn't enough, I didn't like her one bit. What on earth was going on with me? Oh God, this was Ellen and Sophia all over again. I lamented.

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, well we've been promised that his choices will be better

...... You and Whizlight get wahala sha......shey pesin no fit like stacked women again ni abi na only Solo sabi better thing. Abeg, make una take time oh. Make Alex too follow yansh to his downfall, wetin be na own..... Alex wan learn from him own experience, leave am be

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abeg is it solo starting allover as Alex

..... Solo and Alex are two different people, their stories and lives are completely different and so are their choices.

Chapter 5 cont'd

...... Driven by lust....... he fell from Grace. That was the summary of the devotional I read on Friday. It was self explanatory and was quite detailed about the fall of quite a long list of men both in the Bible days and dates after the death of Jesus. Yet, the spirit of lust is one of the most difficult ones for anyone to ignore, it was nearly impossible to do that especially when surrounded with enticing display of it raw with flimsy excuses of cover as clothes. For some men, it was the fact that they just couldn't be satisfied or they no longer know their limits and must be inside someone, else they will feel so restless. Yeah, it had gotten that bad for a few folks, it was more like an addiction at this point.

....... Others couldn't think or fathom the thought of sharing their body and fluids with someone they barely know, someone who they had no romantic or emotional bond with. The thought alone disgusted them. I used to think that I could do it with anyone but I later realized that I was fooling myself because I just wanted to feel among. Be like the other guys who didn't care who a lady was as long as there was something in that woman that could make their organ erect.

....Yes, I greatly admire the body of Nicolette and Nyomi and concluded that I could do anything to get laid with them but the more I thought about what they actually do and the risk they take just for the money, the more the thought of laying with them disgusted me. Those women would surely be very mechanical in bed and would surely not do half of the fake things they do in that video. Getting them, especially the white lady was more than 2000 dollars for an hour or so and nearly ten thousand for just over ten hours, barely half a day. It was crazy money and despite the big sum paid, it will never be compared to what a person you are in love with will give you. All would just be acting a fantasy with a stranger, barely the stuff of dreams as I once imagined it to be. Besides, if I had that sort of money with me, Nicolette would be the last thing on my mind.

..... So, it was decided then, I wasn't asexual but was either demiromantic or demisexual. It was either one of the two and that could be the reason why I was still a virgin because I couldn't just bring myself to lay with just anyone. It was a good thing and it was a natural or should I use biological principle that could come to hunt me later. It was because I actually didn't need to be like the person per, either way, an emotional attachment could be formed whether out of like or dislike and after the encounter of yesterday, mid-afternoon in the compound. I could certainly feel something in the air and it wasn't a good thing at all.

..... It was hard taking my mind off that and focus on the problem that was actually wrong with me which was my education. I guess running away from home wasn't the best decision I have ever made and as each day turn to another, it was one I was certainly regret. Perhaps, a few more weeks or months and I could have been home free but I just couldn't take enough of what was taking place anymore. The same thing I ran from was now chasing me and if care wasn't taken, it was a trap I would consciously fall into.

.....Now, I had to work to get even the simplest of things that had been provided for me by my Dad. A simple match stick became luxury to me at point here but it was a life I picked for myself; a life of sweat and pain before I could get the smallest of things. I had enough on my shoulders already and honestly didn't need this burden. A burden I couldn't tell if it was by the work of God or other parameters around me that had shaped me to become this person. A thing of pride at one point in my life but because of the yearnings of my flesh to attain pleasure, it has now become an unpleasant principle.

.... This was just the best psychological evaluation I could give concerning my current situation; the "trouble" that flowed through me, but this was what other guys would call an opportunity and that it should be taken but for me it was becoming something more than an opportunity. Is it possible to be attracted to someone you really dislike or at one point in time, loathe so much?

.... I actually intended this story to be quite short but it is turning into something else. Well, we will see where this leads to...

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Abegi oga make this update longer.and be more consistent in updating this story na beg i dey take beg u.

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Chapter 5

...."Today has been a very tiring day so this meeting will be very brief. I will like to take my rest as soon as I can but not before discussing some things with you all." The director began and honestly she looked extremely tired. That troublemaker must have drained her.

...."I know BBN is a very interesting show to some and I am going to be honest because I actually watch it and I have heard a few of the teachers discussing it but some of us have failed to realise that these kids are smart and listen to everything we say. Mr. Daniels and I have caught a few kids either slowing down to listen to what I am saying or hiding just outside my office to do that." She looked to the head teacher for support and he nodded vigorously to confirm her words.

...."I punished them accordingly but one thing struck right there. Those kids listen and just as Mrs. Okoye pointed out earlier today, they report everything they hear and see to their parents at home. Therefore it is wise for us to be mindful of what we say or we will continue to have complaints like that of today. I am glad she complained else she could have concluded and we could probably have lost a child sooner. Please, be mindful of what you say in the presence of these kids even in your native dialect before it is used against you." She emphasized and turned her head towards my direction.

...."Mr. Alex, our fresh teacher." The director joked and everyone chuckled while I smiled.

...."I admire your zealousness and commitment because I have heard Mr. Benson ( the security guard) yell for you to leave the school a few times in your short arrival here and of course I got a lot of positive feedbacks today from parents after they were done checking their kids work. I must commend you for stamping your authority quite early in order for you to gain any sort of control over those children because I won't lie, those kids are the toughest this school has ever assembled." A few acknowledgements from other teachers in "yes" and "hmm" followed in the wake of the director's speech.

"But I must warn you not to get carried away by the words of these parents who urged you today to spank their kids. We have all witnessed quite the
drama whenever a displeased parent come in here complaining about how their ward was spanked. It was such complaints that led us to ban spanking kids in the first place, so please be careful with your choices and do not hit Tolu ( the lazy kid that hates writing) and Kelvin as both are asthmatic. This is the reason why his mom is against hitting him. She just told me of his condition today in my office and I took offense at that. I was really angry but she was adamant about not wanting pity or whatever nonsense she gave as an excuse. Anything could have happened to that kid and we would have paid dearly for it. All this was let known to her today and she humbled herself."

...."Still, I want everyone of us, not just Alex, to be careful and really smart with our choices as regards spanking kids. You will carry your cross when things turn sore. Mr. Alex, welcome to the family but be rest assured that all eyes are now on you to perform. I wouldn't want such attention on a new teacher but it is what it is. Be careful." She ended and soon took her leave.

..... I didn't like the attention alright but if I was handling the toughest class, then that had to happen. The moment Madam left the gate to go into her residence which I learnt was actually the next building, the teachers started asking about their salaries for the previous month, not in the least interested in what the head teacher had to say.

.... The rude behaviour of these ladies annoyed me greatly and I couldn't help but come to the conclusion that Mr.Daniels was either a flirt and had been rejected by a few or he was seeing a few of them or was still seeing them. That just had to be it because it was the "see finish" symptom happening here.

....The tall teacher that bewitched me was the first to take her leave and the others soon followed. No single respect whatsoever. I shook my head and walked upstairs to my class when I nearly bumped into the tall lady. She had pulled off her suit and I couldn't help but notice that she had quite the sizeable bust. I wasn't much of a boobs guy but those things looked rather enticing. I apologized and without knowing where the confidence came from, I tried to make small talk. At the end of the small talk while I stylishly watched her long steps move down the stairs, I had gotten to know we were from the same state. I counted that as progress and imagined that we will be good friends now.

.... I went back to arrange my things and the classroom before heading home hoping that we will get paid soonest. I happened to meet with the bootylicious lady as she left the school gate and we walked down to the bus stop together, gisting and connecting rather quickly. She was fun, total fun and it was easy to make her laugh. She was very cute I must say and even if she wasn't mine and will never be, I still felt good standing next to her as she hit me a few times playfully. The jealous lingering stares of other men as they drove or walked back made me feel good despite the loss. We got to the bus stop and we separated. She waved goodbye and as I got a good look at that package behind her, I came to the conclusion that some people on this earth were indeed wonderfully made and some incredibly lucky especially the guy hitting that. I crossed over to the other side and walked the remaining distance home