Miss Fischer’s office

Once inside the building, they walked up the stairs together, reaching the floor of Miss Fischer’s building. As they made it there, Mr Strickland, an old chemistry teacher was in the hallway, walking towards the pair.

“Sorry to take you away from the party Jenna, just thought it was important for you to know now,” he told her. The old man then looked at Mark, confused to why he was there with the female teacher.

“Wait. You found this boy inside here?” he asked Miss Fischer straight after, wondering if he was involved in the break in.

Miss Fischer shook her head, “Oh no, no, this is Mark, he was a student of mine last year, he wasn’t involved in this. I’m assuming the boys haven’t been caught then?”

“No, unfortunately not. They all split up as soon as they heard me coming, one of them even jumped out your window, climbing down the wall to escape.”

“Good lord,” Miss Fischer said, shaking her head as they all made their way to her office.

Once inside, they noticed it was quite a mess, papers were everywhere. Nothing seemed to be stolen necessarily, just very well searched.

“I’ll let you check the office out, just make sure to lock your office door on your way out,” he said before departing again.

Leaving, he left Miss Fischer and Mark alone in her office. She was still way too distracted to be asked something as important as what Mark had planned. She fiddled around with stuff, trying to re-organise the mess.

Noticing that, Mark began to help out too, assisting with the clean up.

“Oh Mark, you don’t have to darling, I’m just having a quick look to see if anything’s stolen, I’ll do a proper clean up tomorrow,” she said, appreciating how helpful he was acting.

“It’s no biggie, happy to help out my favourite teacher,” he said, re straightening up the leather brown couch. Mark was instantly having flashbacks to the multiple times he found himself in this office with Miss Fischer’s secret tutoring methods.

“Very sweet boy you are,” she replied, inspecting what was missing.

Together they cleaned up the room to the best of their abilities. After ten minutes, they reassessed the clean up, a pretty impressive effort considering how they were both at least a little intoxicating from some Halloween drinking.

Miss Fischer seemingly had begun to calm down, feeling a lot better that nothing too expensive had been stolen. However, there was one thing that she noticed was definitley missing.

“Those bastards...” she muttered.

“What? What is it?” Mark said, looking around at the now clean office.

Miss Fischer shut her draws of her desk, “My dang clothes, they’re missing. Those boys must have taken them.”

She was referring to the clothes she had worn during the day. A shirt, a pencil skirt, stockings, panties and a bra. Miss Fischer had changed clothes in her office that evening before the party. She was more than shocked to see all of it gone.

“You had your underwear in there? Don’t you still have that on now?” Mark asked, curious if she actually had any panties on underneath the skirt.

“I packed a spare set of panties and bra specifically tonight to change into, so they’ve stolen what I wore on campus today,” she explained.

Mark thought it was ironic that she had her underwear stolen the same day that he was trying to get her to give him her current pair. He wondered if it was the right time to ask her now or if this would be just kicking her while she was down.