Chapter 18

Then in May we hit a bigger one—I got another note in my mailbox. This time it was from the superintendent of schools. He wanted to meet with me the following Monday. I was to get a sub for the morning.

“What could he want?” I said out loud Sunday night.

“Maybe he wants to offer you the chairmanship of the English department,” Andy suggested, looking up from Latest Advancements in Equine Pharmacology.

“Wow, that’s definitely not what I want.”

“Why not?” He wrinkled his brow, no doubt trying to get the gist of what he had gone back to reading.

“Because it would take time away from my favorite pastime.”

“And what’s that?” he asked innocently without looking up.

I walked over to him. Dressed only in flannel lounging pants, I straddled his lap, pulling his tee-shirt off overhead as I did. I went straight for the brass ring, his nipples. I knew once there I could demand anything of him. I was right.

“Not fair,” he moaned.