He won't turn a ride down

"You're sure it's not inconvenient," Matt asked. "

Ms. Chadra got off his desk and grabbed her purse from her supply cabinet. "Come on, Matt. I'd be failing in my duty as a teacher if I didn't make sure you got home safely."

Getting home safely wasn't a bad thing but Matt would be a lot happier if he could get off safely. {if cindidate=true}Somehow that handjob from Cindi seemed a long time ago.{endif}

"Are you going to the dance tonight," Ms. Chadra asked as she opened the passenger door to her Toyota for him.

"I... yes."

"Good. Girls like dances, like both the music and the way they get to show off their bodies in a socially approved setting. And they like guys who like music too."

Matt got into the car and Ms. Chadra walked around to the driver's side and got in. She wiggled her ass as she settled into the bucket seat, her large breasts jiggling as she did so. "What about you?" he asked.

"What about me?"

"Do you like music? Do you like to dance?"

She laughed. "I'm Indian. Have you ever seen any of our movies? It's all dancing and singing and music all the time. Indian culture is a weird mixture of sensual and puritanical. The wild sensuality of India overlaid with the sexually repressive Moslem and Victorian conquests. But yes, I love music and dancing. I am, after all, a woman."

Yeah, Matt got that.

Matt didn't say anything for a couple of minutes as he let Ms. Chadra get onto the road, then he blurted out, "so, are you going to the dance tonight?"

She shrugged and her breasts continued to echo the shoulder motion long after her shoulders had settled down. "Faculty has to chaperone. Tonight, I happen to be on duty."

"Perhaps," Matt said, "you'll be able to save a dance for me."

Ms. Chadra laughed again. "You really are incorrigible, aren't you." Then she looked at him, taking her eyes completely off the road. "Who knows. It can't hurt to ask."

NOTE: If you haven't been at least a little nice to Amy, this is currently the end of this path.