9. A mom and a teacher

“I have Mrs. Forney and Irene out here for you.”

Ah yes, a parent teacher conflict. Dana Forney’s son was one of Mesa Academy’s star athletes and Irene Horn was a notably strict math teacher. You tell Nikki to send them in. Dana is the picture of a MILF. Certainly someone’s second wife, she’s small except for her obviously fake tits. Her lips are just on the edge of being overfilled and you know her forehead doesn’t move from the botox. Her blond hair is held back in a ponytail and her body is hugged by workout gear. You wonder what kind of class she must have come from.

Irene Horn on the other hand is a mousy woman. You think she’s in her early 30s, but she easily dresses like she’s 10 years older. She wears practical khakis and a sweater, concealing what you think is probably a pretty good body. Her brown hair is perpetually in a french braid, keeping it out of her face but aging her up by more than a few years.

The fight seems to be about Dana’s son’s grades. He hasn’t been in class much with the Mesa Academy soccer team going to regionals and his grades seem to be slipping. He’s exceeded the number of absences afforded to student athletes and Irene is holding him to it. You pull up his other grades. The other teachers seem to have been a little more lenient. You’re torn. On the one hand you want to keep up with school policy, but on the other hand you don’t want to punish a star athlete.

“Ok, ok.” You interrupt the two arguing, “It seems like Simon’s other grades are fine, so it seems like this is a math problem. We offer tutoring, let’s see about getting him paired with someone. In the meantime, Irene, why don’t you cut him some slack on the midterm and let him take it at a different time than the rest of the class.”

Irene crosses her arms, clearly unhappy with this turn of events, “Fine.”

“Does that work for you Dana?”

She flinches at being called by her first name, she’s clearly accustomed to being called by her wealthy husband’s last name, but she nods.

“Alright, now kiss and make up.” You toss out the directive casually, but you wonder for a moment if one of them will take you up on it.