Get away from school for a while.

You decide you want some time away from Pink Rose. You want a break from hormonal teens for a while, and you don't feel like making small talk with other teachers. You leave the building and walk across the square, aware as ever of the glances cast your way by many students and the giggling conversations that start as you pass. You smile, wondering how many of them have fucked one of the other men by now, for you have no doubt that you're not the only teacher who has been sampling the cookies that are so plentiful.

You drive into town, taking your time to enjoy the scenery. You take note, once again, of the large homes between the school and town, thinking that they might be worth looking at for what can be plundered. You're not really a burglar, but you know a few, and turning some of them on to a good score could get you a little piece of the action.

In town, you cruise down the quaint main street, passing the antique store where you bought the perfume bottles to terrorise Chanel, and taking in the strolling pedestrians. Your stomach growls slightly, reminding you that you're hungry, and you start looking for a place to grab an early lunch. The restaurants on the main street all look more upscale than you're in the mood for, and you broaden your search, cruising through the outskirts of town until something catches your eye.

It's drive in burger joint, straight out of the fifties, with a few cars parked around a central building, each of them with trays hanging from the window. You grin, thinking that it's what you're in the mood for, and pull into a vacant stall, flicking your lights on for service as you read the menu on the wall in front of you.

A moment later you hear the sound of wheels turning on asphalt, and you turn your head to see a waitress on roller skates gliding up to your door. You grin in surprised pleasure as the pretty woman looks at you with a smile and takes an order pad out of her apron pocket.

"What's it gonna be boss?" she asks with a brassy tone in her voice, her pencil poised to write.