She's already in character

I'm up first as usual and have our coffee made and Alison's Special K waiting for her when she saunters into the kitchen. I confess, that I was not expecting anything like this at all. She is wearing what must be her school uniform from back in Tennessee - white blouse with a neat plaid tie, and the classic pleated schoolgirl skirt in a grey plaid that matches her tie. She plops down at the table with a sassy grin on her face as she watches me stare at her wordlessly.

“Like what you see, Mr. P?” I stammer out something incoherent, but Alison isn't listening anyways, “I see you watching me, you pervy old man. Well don't get any ideas. A hot young thing like me is a little out of your league, don't you think?” She really is out of my league, but the fact of the matter is that I am getting ideas, all sorts of nasty ideas - this could be a long week.

Alison eats her cereal with her usual gusto, before pushing her bowl away with a roll of her eyes. She's doing a pretty good job doing her part, and I finally pull myself together enough to make my contribution to our developing game.

“Don't forget you've got my test on Friday, Miss Miller.” I make up a possible reason for this pretty high school student to get herself in trouble. “Have you been going through your notes?”

“No worries, Mr. P.” It is pretty clear that this entitled young woman doesn't care about her studies, and you smile in anticipation of her inevitable failure. “We can talk later, Mr. P, I don't want to be late to school.” Before you have a chance to reevaluate her commitment to her education, Alison confirms your initial impression. "The girls and I are picking the theme for our homecoming dance today.”

“Let me remind again, young lady,” I decide to lay the foundation for one possible scenario, “if you're not passing your classes, you won't be going to the dance.” I see just a hint of a smile pull at the corner of her mouth before she shrugs her pretty shoulders.

“Whatever, Mr. P.” Alison's response comes with another roll of her eyes before she pushes away from the table and sashays towards the door. With a flip of her fine blonde hair, she gives me one final poke. “Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Old Man.”