The softer, more encouraging tones of Miss Matthews faded behind Vanessa as she walked down the corridor. Heading towards the cafeteria for a quick coffee. Vanessa heard another familiar voice.
"Me llamo Maria." It was Ms. Mendez, a new addition to the school staff this year. Already shooting up Vanessa's chart of hateful, and hateable teachers.
The class dutiful chanted back the words, and Ms. Mendez spoke again. "Me gusta esto."
Again the class repeated it back to her. The look of disinterest was clear on her face. The icy apathy exuding from every pore of her body. Vanessa watched the enthusiasm from even the most engaged students fading. She even seemed to dress to embody her Spanish roots, with a low top, that Vanessa thought a little too low.
She was preparing to ensure the teacher was a little more demure and professional in her appearance. But, as she clicked on the dictaphone another idea hit her, and she spoke them instead.
Ms. Mendez's classes are interrupted, whenever she needs to express some milk. And that's a lot!
Between one breath and the next, Vanessa watched with joy as Ms. Mendez' chest bloated, filling with milk. Her discomfort becoming clearer with every moment.
Vanessa watched her go up various cup sized, in leaps and bounds. A hint of leakage drew a frown from her. The concern on her face speaking of her battle to keep on teaching. But, the defeat was inevitable, she reached her peak fullness.
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