Early morning.

His alarm clock had sounded 5 o’clock as always. George turned it off and rubbed his tired eyes. He soon got on with his morning routine of showering, eating breakfast and drinking a boat load of coffee. Before he had even tied his shoes his walkie-talkie sounded with his first assignment. Apparently some creep had broken into the girls locker room by the gym last night and left the inside quite the mess. Most of it was already cleaned up, but they needed george to fix the locks on the front door and some of the lockers inside. ‘Wow’ he thought, ‘someone must’ve really wanted to steal some panties...’

After sinking his final cup of coffee, George got up off the couch and made his way to his trusty golf cart. He smiled as he remembered what had happened in it last night. He should probably keep in touch with Kelsey, he did promise to return the favour. Nevertheless, he got on his way to the gymnasium. It was a big square building right by the football field. It wasn’t the first time someone had broken into the locker room. It was however, the first time someone had broken in without any girls actually being in there. Whoever had done it probably only wanted to sneek around and look for some hidden treasure. George smiled to himself as he turned a corner. He knew how difficult it was not to snoop around in other peoples stuff, as a handyman he was constantly going into students dorm rooms. The urge to just open up all the drawers and look around was very apparent sometimes, luckily he managed to suppress the urge most of time.

George looked ahead as he arrived at the gymnasium. The door seemed to be pretty well intact, but the chain lock that usually kept the door secured was completely ripped off. He grabbed his tool belt and put it on, also grabbing some supplies he had picked up on the way. “Goodmorning George!” He heard from behind him as he walked towards the door. “Seems like you’ve gotten an early start today” George turned around to see Miss Goldstein, the tall, busty history teacher. Her blonde hair was tied up neatly in a bun and her lips wore a reddish lipstick. George smiled as he admired her form fitting black skirt, tightly hugging her wide hips.

“Seems that way Miss Goldstein, luckily they pay me well” he joked. The teacher giggled and stepped a little closer.

“Come on now George, what did I tell you about calling me Miss Goldstein? You’re not a student, you’re faculty. Call me Melissa.” She frowned and smiled as she said it.

“You’re right, I’m sorry Melissa, it’s a **** of habit.”

Melissa crossed her arms in front of him and continued; “Anyways i’m not even that much older than you! Some of the actual students even try to call me by my first name.” George laughed at this and thought about the 26 year old woman trying to get a senior year student, only a couple years younger than her, to call her Miss Goldstein.

“So Melissa why are you up this early? It’s saturday, you don’t have to work today...?” Melissa adjusted the zipper of her coat, pulling it up a little higher, trying to fend against the cold morning breeze.

“They called some of us in for an early staff meeting, apparently the principal needs to speak to all the teachers all day and I just got put in the earliest time slot.”

“I see,” George replied. “So what time will you be free later today?”

Melissa raised an eyebrow and pondered a little. “Are you asking me on a date or something George?” He tried to seem relaxed but George blushed a little at that comment.

“A date? Noo... I just need some tutoring, I’ve only got a high school diploma you know? I could really use a smart history teacher to instill some knowledge in me.”

Melissa laughed audibly. “Okay, well how about this, you’ve still got my number right? If you need me to give you some homework just text me in the afternoon around 1, I’ll see what I can do.” As she said this, Melissa turned around and walked towards the main school building.

George responded quickly and said; “You've got it Miss Goldstein.” She rolled her eyes and kept walking. Some one on one time with Melissa seemed like a great deal, if nothing else came up he definitely would be taking her up on her offer. After thinking about it for a little while George got back to fixing the door.