New Lesson with Teacher

Sunday morning passed slowly for Archie. Church service took forever and he was sorely distracted watching Mary sing in the choir. He was tempted to remain late in church; his encounter with the minister’s daughter last evening was something he wanted to repeat. But he had promised the guys that he would pick them up.

At five to twelve the four boys pulled up behind Miss Randal’s apartment. The teacher greeted them with a smile. “This,” she opened a small door next to the kitchen, “is the closet I want to paint.”

Archie looked into the 3 foot by 3-foot storage area. It was freshly painted. Miss Randal slowly stripped off her sweatshirt and jeans; she was naked. “I don’t want to get paint on my clothing. Why don’t you boys get your nice clothing off so you can help me? Since the closet is so small, I think only one of your can help at a time. Who’s first?”

There was no hesitation. Archie, Reggie, Moose, and Jughead ripped off their clothing and tossed their shirts, pants, socks, shoes, and underwear into piles. Reggie, always the boldest, pulled his teacher toward the closet. “I’m first, Miss Randal!”