DISCIPLINE AND REWARD

These boys think that, just because they're on the football team, they have the run of the school. In fact, just last week, I caught Kyle Travers watching porn on his phone during class. He needed to learn that just because he's a big, cocky, handsome, hot, horny, tanned, muscular, blue eyed, bad boy jock doesn't mean he can just do whatever he wants without consequences. By the end of detention, he knew I meant business. Since then, his behavior in school has improved, though he does still watch porn in my class. Boys will be boys.

BAD TEACHER

So nervous. My first day on the job and already I was going to be late to deliver files for an important meeting due to the elevator breaking down... with me in it! Fortunately, there was another guy trapped with me, who appeared surprisingly calm. He just sighed and took out his phone.

"Hey, Cheryl. Yup. I know, third time this week. Yeah, this could take a while so push 'em to Friday and move the Hasting meeting to next week. Thanks, I'll be in as soon as I can. No, I'm good. The new guy will keep me company."

He was so cool and collected as he spoke. I just stared at him, marveling at how well he handled the situation... and noticing how attractive he was. I, on the other hand, was a total wreck.

"Mr. James is going to kill me!" I said out loud. "One of his people stressed that he needed these files for his 10:00 and that he would be totally lost without them." I looked at my watch and started panicking. "His clients are probably sitting down with him right now. It's my first day, I haven't even met him yet and already I'm making a bad impression."

"Relax kid. These elevators are notorious for breaking down in the middle of a work day, especially in this part of the building. Everyone here has a backup just in case. I'm sure this Mr. James of yours will understand."

Being in a confined space was a bit of an issue for me, and I could feel myself starting to panic.

"Would you talk to me," I stammered, clearly agitated, "about anything? To distract me from the fact that we are 33 stories up in a tiny metal box hanging by a thread that could snap at any moment, plummeting us to our deaths?" That's when I started to hyperventilate.

"Sure", he said with kindly smile, "but I think we can find a better way to pass the time."

That's when he kissed me.

When we were finally rescued almost an hour later, I raced through the maze of halls to Mr. James's office, nearly getting lost on the way, only to find my mystery lover seated at the desk. That was when I knew I was going to like working here.

FIRST DAY

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