Sometimes my timing is completely off.

I stand there for a moment, holding my clothes and contemplate what just happened. There was something exciting about what just happened. It was a little weird with it being one of my teachers, but still.

My reverie is interrupted by the door to the class opening. I instinctively cover my breasts with my crumpled up tee shirt. It’s Garrett, a third year senior. We have a fourth year senior if you can believe it. Why the school district doesn’t just give up and let them go I have no idea.

Perkins says, “Ah, Mr. Livingston, right on time! Hopefully you will pay attention during this tutoring session.” Perkins looks at me as if he had forgotten I was even in the room before Garrett entered.

Garrett has a whatever look on his face, but he turns to look where Perkins is looking. He’s dumb but he’s smart enough to see I’m a little out of sorts.

“Riley! I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I turn away from him and put on my bra. I pull on my tee and turn back. I say “I didn’t expect to be here either.”

“Are you here for a tutoring session too?”

“Not exactly. I was on my way out as a matter of fact.”

Perkins motions for me to come over to his desk. I walk over and he gestures for me to lean down. I do.

Very softly he says, “I’d like to see Garrett graduate, but he isn’t going to get out unless he passes this class. I don’t want him for another year. As you can see he isn’t very bright.”

“I understand. So you need me to tutor him?”

Perkins smiles slightly and says, “Well, sort of. He needs to master the reproductive system. If I have him do a lab, I can override his exam grade, which was only single digits, and he passes. Then he is no longer my problem.”

“A lab?” I’m not sure I like where this is going.

“Yes. If you will agree to have sex with him and he successfully does it, he gets an A on the lab and he’s done.”

“What do I get out of this?” I am concerned both that he will successfully do it and the fact Perkins has doubts that he will.

“You can skip my class for the rest of the quarter and I won’t count you as absent.”

I do the math. Three weeks of classes left. That’s fifteen days plus tomorrow which is Friday. Sixteen days I wouldn’t have to even think about biology class.