Back to school

The two of you leave the bar together, walking back to where you parked your car. Holly looks at the Mustang convertible with a speculative eye.

"Nice ride," she says with a pretty smile. "This should be a hit with the local ladies."

"What about with tough Boston reporters?" you ask with a wink.

"Oh, it takes more than a ten year old car to impress those bitches," she laughs, then touches your chin with a forefinger. "But it's a start, Slick. Let's see how things develop." She smiles and walks away, letting you watch her fine rump as she strolls up the block.

With a short sigh, you get in the car and head back to the school, your mind musing happily on the memory of Holly's ass and how much you'd like to see her bent over and naked. As you pull onto the campus you **** yourself to put those pleasant thoughts aside and concentrate on your teaching and coaching job. Besides, you very much doubt if the reporter is much of a prospect for your bed. Too smart, too self assured, and from a few hints in things she said you doubt she holds you in high regard.

There is always the very intriguing Christina Thorpe, you tell yourself. Not to mention a few other enticing cookies, as Holly so amusingly put it.

You pull into the underground lot and park the car, not bothering to put the top up. You stroll down the path towards your cottage, your mind drifting over the events of the morning.