About her sister Myra

"Sssssoooooooo remember when I said my sister was coming into town a few days ago?"

You nod.

Jennifer smiled and sat her hip on your desk. "So she's flying in tomorrow night, and with this week being one of our bye weeks."

"You want me to come over and meet her." You guess out loud.

Jennifer cocked her head, saying. "Well, you cccaaaaaannnnnn, but I was thinking Dinner the three of us Friday night at Geraldos."

Geraldos was a very upscale steak house.

You were more than a little surprised Geraldos was like 200 dollars a plate. "Ummm, and just what are you going to tell your sister when you drag your history teacher to an expensive night out?"

Jennifer burst out into giggles at your question. More than a little confused, you sat there when she hopped off your desk. She then spun to face you and, after planting both arms on your desk, leaned forward. "Silly Daddy, I'm just going to tell her you're fucking me."

Your mouth gaped as her verbal bomb exploded in your face. After a moment you managed to say, "Huh?"

Leaning further, Jennifer licked your upper lip before kissing you. Her eyes were sparkling when she broke the kiss. "Who do you think gave me the idea for seducing you in the first place?"

"She did," you dumbly ask?

Jennifer's eyes bored into yours before moving away. "She was screwing the assistant principal her whole senior year."

"She was," you mutter dumbly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I briefly considered going after him, but after getting a feel for your size out on the quad." Jennifer pushed off of your desk and stretched. "Why ride a minnow when you could ride a whale?"

Spinning again, she pranced back to gather her things. "Friday night, 7:30, I'll text you." She chirped before exiting the classroom.

The door closed with a click while you sat there, mouth hanging open, as your mind short-circuited.

After a moment, you blurted out, "Just how many teachers are fucking their students in this place?"

An urge to get up and do something came over you. "How dare..." you started only to stop and shake your head. "No, Jason, you don't get to be fucking high and mighty, not when you're banging a good half dozen teen girls yourself."

"And you're planning to fuck more," your conscience snarled accusingly from his cell.

Rolling back, you open your desk drawer and snag your phone. You weren't going to debate yourself. Your conscience was 100% right. To paraphrase Pokémon, you were going to fuck them all. After walking through the door, Jennifer opened, and you were thoroughly corrupted. If the world found out, you wouldn't pass go or collect 200 dollars but spend the rest of your life in a cage.

Going to your Dropbox, you look at the pictures you still had of Dallas and Reese. You thought of the video of Andy Reese and Dominique having his players gang rape an obviously drugged woman.

With a grim smile, you turn off your phone and slip it into your pocket. "There's a difference between me and Andy Reese," you think to yourself. "Every girl that succumbs, ever pussy I take... I keep."

If caught, they'll call you a scoundrel. They'll call you a groomer. You could blame Jennifer, but no, that would be easy. Jennifer didn't explain Dallas or Bailey. No, that was all you.

You were damned, and you were reveling in it, you admit to yourself. The only difference to you is if you went down, who in this school doesn't.

Exiting your classroom, you lock the door.

"Time to get some lunch," you mutter aloud to no one.