Then the teacher blinked, breaking the spell, and when he spoke, his voice was even and low. “Mr. Evans,” he said, amused, “better men than you have offered, trust me. I didn’t bend over to take it from them, and I surely won’t be bending over for you, no matter how nicely you ask.” A muffled giggle, a gasp, but Mr. Harding ignored the other students, keeping Stacy in his sights. “Now, if you please, eight plus five equals—”