After thinking about it for a few moments Scott decided that there was no way in hell he was going to leave his car while the kid was on the bus. He didn't know how long the bus drive to the school would be and he didn't want to be halfway up to the kid's shoulder when he decided to stand up and move. It was better to remain where he was until he had more time.
As it turned out, it was the best course of action. The drive to the school was fifteen minutes at the most, and as soon as the bus stopped the kid was on the move. Scott could hear the chatter of students as the kid made his way to the school while his unexpected passenger was rocked back and forth with every swing of a leg. For Austin, the walk to his home room was uneventful. He sat down in his desk and took out his math book. He put his hand into the pocket of his jacket and for a moment it looked to Scott that he was going to take the car out of his pocket to look at it some more. Instead, he ran his fingers over the contours of the vehicle leaving smeared fingerprint oil over the glass in the process. Then the door opened and the teacher walked in. Austin quickly withdrew his hand.
After waiting a moment, Scott felt sure it was safe and decided to venture out into the pocket. He had almost climbed up to the edge of the pocket as the teacher walked by. For Scott he caught a brief look at a pair of athletic shins in nylon. This was enough to make him rush to the edge of the pocket and peer out into the class room. The teacher was making her way back up to the desk, this time Scott got a better look at her. She was ebony in completion, kinda reminded him of Phylicia Rashād when she played Clair Huxtable on The Cosby Show. She wore a blue skirt and matching blouse. Her hair was shoulder length and most of all wore no wedding ring. She thundered past, her stilettos making an echoy clicking as he walked. It took a moment for Scott to realize his jaw was hanging open.
As she began her class, Scott formulated a plan. If he wanted to get help from someone a rational adult would be a better choice than a kid . He'd use the car, but really everything he needed he could take with him in his backpack. He'd just have to climb down to the floor and make his way under the teacher's desk. There was another reason of course. A desire that made him feel guilty. He didn't consider himself a pervert, but faced with such a woman it was hard to resist. He only had an hour, whatever he was going to do he had better make up his mind to do it. It was now or never.
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