Horner takes a long lunch after giving some mentoring advice

Mr. Horner walked into the main office and told the secretary he was taking a long lunch, and had her believe there was nothing wrong with that. He then left and headed down the hall towards the exit closest to the faculty/staff parking lot, before he got there, he saw Mrs. Rhodes and Miss Turnbull talking outside Mrs. Rhodes' room. Mrs. Rhodes, who had a folder in her hands, was in her early forties, about 5'5 and twenty five pounds overweight, but still somewhat attractive. Miss Turnbull was a cute, if not a bit mousy first year teacher the same height at Mrs. Rhodes but about three sizes smaller.

"Hello ladies, tell me what you're talking about," said Horner.

"Oh, as Yvette's mentor," said Mrs. Rhodes, "I have to check up on her status and review her lesson plans every now and then."

"The mentor - protege relationship is special," said Horner. "You need a special connection - a special sign of your relationship."

"Yes, that's so true," said Mrs. Rhodes as Miss Turnbull looked confused.

"Trust me," said Horner, "This is what you do. Every day meet for lunch in this room and lock the door. Remove each other's panties, exchange them, and put the other woman's panties on for the rest of the day."

"Yes, we should, but she's so much smaller than I am!" said Mrs. Rhodes.

"She's not that much smaller, and as her mentor, she gets to plant a kiss on both of your ass cheeks every day too. Every monday, bring back the panties washed and give them back. You both know that's a great idea, and it is just your secret."

The ladies smiled and looked at each other. As they did, Horner put the thought in Turnbull's head that she only liked to wear thongs and skimpy panties, and he put the thought in Rhodes' head that she only liked to wear big cotton panties that gave her full coverage. The idea of Tunbull's small panties riding up Rhodes cunt and ass crack and Rhodes' full cut panties bunching up on Turnbull made him smile. He wished the ladies a good day and headed for the parking lot.

He drove his small Toyota pick-up to Gino's Cafe, a swanky upscale eatery. The captain stopped him at the door. "Excuse me, sir, but we have a dress code."

"Yes," said Horner, "and you love serving janitors. Janitors always eat free here, and you wish YOU were a janitor!"

"Oh, I am so sorry, sir. Let me find you a table," Said the captain as he scanned the cafe.

Horner spotted two very attractive, well dressed women in the thirties perusing the menus, and he walked over to them. "You want me to join you and honor my profession by buying me lunch," he said, "Thank you very much."

"Oh, I guess," said one looking at him like he was a leper.

"Sit down," said the other with a similar expression.