Dreadful

After Jean was done lecturing Richard on his taste in women, especially pointing out that she seemed to be only woman he'd ever been with who wasn't some girly blonde, the two of them had gone and headed towards the meeting that had been scheduled for them both. Richard would've liked to have stayed and talked to Jean a little while longer, somehow it was very exciting to be able to speak to somebody about the affair he'd been having with Bri. Besides, Jean loved to gossip.

"Dreadful, absolutely dreadful. And did you see the way he sputtered as he spoke? The sniveling? Fuck I hate that guy." It was rare to see Jean in such a state, she of all people knew perfectly well how to control her anger and how to express her emotions appropriately. But hearing the head of the schools custodians, who spoke on the behalf of all the janitors, cleaners etc. on campus, had filled her with imminent rage. Richard couldn't blame her. Around once a month all faculty would be called to a meeting where important new school policies would be discussed and events scheduled. Unfortunately Brightsdale's principal always let the head custodian have his turn for an announcement. It wouldn't be such an issue if the man hadn't went on and on and on about every toilet cleaned and paper picked up. He had sneered at each and every teacher, made it their fault that lazy college students were unlikely to clean up after themselves. He had went on for so long, when it came time for lunch, he kept up his speech to the masses, forcing everybody to listen to him yap and moan.

"Look at it this way, with the amount of shit that seems to be worrying that guy, he's bound to die of a heart attack soon." Jean and Richard walked side by side on the school grounds, heading towards the school building where both their classrooms were.

"Hopefully sooner rather than later." Jean joked. Richard felt her arm brush his and a sudden urge to hold her hand came over him. It made him feel silly, like he was some lovestruck teenager. Jean wore a dark grey, formfitting pantsuit today, her legs and hips were carefully accentuated by the fabric and when Richard had sneaked a quick glance at her behind, he had been glad to find her ass looked amazing in it too. "When's your next class?" Jean slowed her pace, turning to face Richard, making him stop his stride. Richard loved it when she looked up at him, had they been alone he would've liked to kiss her. Instead he waived to Buck, a science teacher he'd known for years.

"About an hour and a half from now, been needing to grade some papers though." Jean seemed to mull this over for a bit, running a hand through her long, dark hair, letting it fall over one shoulder.

"How about you come grade those papers in my office? I've got a backlog of work too, could really use the company." Over the years the two of them had spent long hours in Jeans office, who did not have to share the small room with any other faculty, as Richard had to do his. He rarely even entered the office assigned to him, preferring to stay in his classroom. But Jean's office was cozy, secluded, with a long desk flanked by two tall bookcases, both filled to the brim with psychology books.

"Sure, sounds good, meet you there? I'll pick up my stuff and get us some coffee on the way." Jean agreed happily, moving ahead up the tall stairs that would lead to the entrance of the school. Richards, climbing the stairs behind her, did his best not to make his ogling of her behind too obvious to anybody else. He was relieved to be able do his work alongside of Jean, she had a way of making his, sometimes mundane work, lots more fun.

Jean had disappeared down a hallway towards her office as Richard turned the other way, climbing another set of stairs to the second story of the building. There he passed through a set of heavy, swinging door, passing a few lecture halls and a classroom or two. At the end of the hall he knew he'd find his classroom, the key of which he was already rummaging around for in his right side pocket. As he stood in front of the door Richard pulled out the key, shoving it into the lock and turning it, hearing the door open with a click. But as he grabbed hold of the door handle, about to push it downwards to open the door, a voice sounded from behind him. This was a voice he did not recognize at first, a voice he had to search his mind for to try and put a face to it. The clicking of heels approached him steadily, again the voice spoke.

"Richard! Just the man I wanted to see."