With great power comes.. instant corruption

Monday morning came, and for once I awoke to a soft morning glow streaming through the curtains, rather than the sheer shrill of the morning alarm that I usually have to have on in case Mom wakes up before me and makes it a whole thing. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open. For a moment, I was disoriented, my brain struggling to process the scene before me. Five women, frozen in various states of undress and contorted into absurd positions, surrounded me. My mother on the floor, her tits pressed against the floorboards, Ms. Hudson in a kneeling position of forced reverence, Ms. Henderson draped over my chair like a discarded coat, and on my bed, Sydney and Vivi, two beautiful, lifeless dolls, waiting for my attention. The memories of the weekend came flooding back, a torrent of depravity and power that made my cock twitch. I grinned, a slow, predatory grin. "Good morning, ladies," I said, my voice still husky with sleep. "Did you all sleep well?"

They didn't respond, because time wouldn't let them even acknowledge what was occurring.

I got out of bed and stretched, my joints cracking and popping. I felt refreshed, energized. The headache was gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and purpose. I was Dexter, the Time-Stopping God. And today, I was going to school. It was good to finally have my calling set in front of me. To do whatever the fuck I want, that's a good mission statement if I do say so myself.

I got ready for my day, planning to brush my teeth and hit the shower; but I soon discovered the bathroom was an absolute mess, a battlefield of my own making. The towels were strewn on the floor, the sink was splattered with soap and water, and the mirror was smeared with fingerprints. Oh right, I absolutely destroyed Mom's house, hoenstly I don't even know what's even smeared on the glass- looks like Cheeto dust. Huh. Anyway, I ignored it all and took to brushing my teeth; halfway through, I realized something else. Without the alarm, I woke up naturally, and it was already 1 pm again. Wow, that's really fucking late. Oh, damn.. Taking the tooth brush out; with my mouth muffled I called aloud, "Mom! You're not mad if I'm late, right?" She didn't respond.

Re-entering my room, still brushing my teeth, I looked down at the house's matriarch still doggy-style; the forced grimace sat on her face. "Nothing?" I asked her. "I'll take that as a no, thanks for being so understanding." I patted her on the ass, the flesh jiggling under my touch. "You're the best."

I went back to brushing my teeth as I decided on what I'd wear: a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. But, on a serious note, I want to mess around with school; I can't do that if I miss it. They might as well restart it for me, "Time Reverse, 7 am." I commanded. This was mostly a test to see if I could specify what time it would move to. The world outside my window rewound itself at a dizzying speed. The sun retreated from the sky, the clouds reversed their lazy journey across. All around me, the entire world- whatever they had done previously, whatever sacrifices were made to get to where they were or do whatever they did- was undone, because I felt like sleeping in; everyone else in existence has to do it all over again.

The effect was real. All across the world, things began unraveling, preparing themselves to be redone in reverse.

Across the city, a bank robbery reversed mid-crime. Spider-Woman had been mid-swing in one of her iconic poses, the tight skin-hugging mesh of her suit pulled awkwardly deep into her ass crack. The entire motion reversed. The robbers found themselves taking the money out of the van and carefully returning it to the vault like polite citizens, while the bullets they had already fired into the ceiling slid backward through the air and clicked neatly back into their guns. Spider-Woman herself swung in reverse down the street, her ass performing a series of backward bouncing jiggles with every arc. She ignored gravity completely, floating upward against it until she drifted back through her apartment window. Inside, she stripped out of the suit rather than into it, the material peeling away from her body until she stood completely bare. She settled onto the couch, ass naked, and idly scratched at her bare pussy in slow backward motions while the TV flickered in reverse. She wasn't even aroused; she just did it because it felt good and no one was around to see.

Over at the Parker Residence, Aunt May found herself uncooking her famous wheatcakes that she had been making for her nephew for lunch, the ingredients unmixing and flying back into their containers as the stove. While within the walls of MJ's college campus, Mary Jane Watson, the red-headed, hot-bodied babe who had been hard at work studying for a test for hours, suddenly forgot everything she just learned as the words she wrote un-wrote themselves from the paper under her moving finger. She looked over to her phone to say backward gibberish, "?ssalc retfa azzip emos teg ot tnaw ,eteP yeH" The message un-sent itself as the words slid back down her throat.

Similarly, back at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, Jubilee, who had been at the front of the class explaining to Jean the manner in which she had solved the equation, started undrawing the math problem from the board. Jean made the same absolutely stupid backward motions and gestures that made no sense, pointing the wrong way, nodding in reverse, shifting her weight so the tight green spandex pulled and released between her cheeks with every unnatural sway. Though unlike yesterday, today she was wearing her customan made pasties and coverings to stop any awkward chaffing in her private areas; the only reason she was even wearing this basically second skin indiscturable suited latex was that she was using this as a teaching method to establist restraint in her male student body; by intention, one larger lession over the course of this month is will power of the eyes, she doesn't want the female body to be the sibject of learing, neither the male for that matter. So every so often she will teach in this body-hugging attire, and make it explicitly clear that being caught staring puts one strike on the student's mark; three marks and their grades will take a hit. So far it has been working; she's noticing fewer eyes on her by the average, meaning there is some method to this unorthodox madness. Of course, none of that mattered as no thought was even going through her head at the moment while she gestured and spoke absolute nonsense while her entire class was just undone, the teacher herself unable to protect her students from this temporal torment as she too was also a slave to time, utterly oblivious of its whims.

Jubilee’s voice came out warped and clear in reverse "…taht deciton I ,eeS .edam srehto eht ekatsim eht s’taht ;7- ton ,7 gnieb X fo eulav etulosba eht si rewsnA ehT" Yet another conversation that had already happened now unhappened.

Just like how down in the cafeteria, Emma Frost, whose curvaceous figure had been storming toward the bully of a student who was holding another one of her kids by the collar of his neck, instantly began to undo the very, very, very irate reprimand that had been spewing from her well-glazed fat lips, "—siht thgir ,mih dnahnu ton od uoy fi ,dellepxe uoy evah lliw I ,tneduts ym no regnif elgnis a yal ton lliw uoY"

Her diamond-like mental command to force the bully into unhanding the boy shot straight back into her head, a reminder that telepaths, no matter their frankly absurd levels of power, cannot override the single word of “Reverse.” In comparison, her words meant less than nothing. Those reversed reprimands sucked right back into her blowjob lips like she was slurping up a thick, spunky load of chode. As she promptly began to storm further down the aisle in reverse, her absolutely massive rack bounced in the opposite rhythm, gallons of soft, heavy flesh rolling upward against gravity in thick, hypnotic ripples. Each backward step made the white fabric of her top stretch and release across the full weight of her chest, the deep line of her cleavage shifting and settling in reverse. The memory of what she had seen erased itself completely while she, and the rest of the school and the world, undid and took back everything that had occurred up until that point… just because one guy didn’t feel like waking up on

The one person not affected by this time-undoing tomfoolery was me. Oh, and my bowl of cereal. I learned that, apparently, if I interact with something I don't want affected by this nonsense, it just won't be affected. So I was free to pour out my milk and cereal, then munch down as I eyed the world outside, undoing everything that didn't matter, because I missed it. The clock spun back and back and back and back until...

7:00 am on the dot.

Everything jolted back to normal.

"Heh... cool," I muttered, then chomped down on another spoonful. Without my care, I pulled out my phone with one hand and opened the notepad app. Typing down, I jotted names of girls I'd like to fuck while I was there, or maybe just bring home and keep for a while, or forever. I'd have to think about it. Or maybe I just don't think, just do whatever I feel like. It's not like it matters really.

While typing, and not giving enough shits to look back, I call out behind me, "Mom! Start."

I then took another spoonful into my mouth when, as I expected and knew would happen so much I just kept eating casually, I heard my Mother's gasp echo from all the way up in my bedroom. She then screamed, "DEXTERRRR!" There was a loud crash; no doubt seeing two of her neighbors naked, her neighbor's daughter I had a crush on, and her own daughter in a pile of garbage and food in my bedroom that was an absolute mess, in a house that was an absolute mess, would've caused her to be a bit ticked off and blame me.

"Ah, shut up, Mom," I said, kinda annoyed with how loud she was, "I'm trying to think, do I fuck Abby, the redhead, or just keep her and throw her in the closet?!"

Mom stormed down; I could hear things crashing, her knocking over all the crap I left lying around, as she trudged over with pure anger, "WHAT THE HELL IS—"

"Mom, reverse," I said, taking another spoon.

Instantly, right as her boob-jiggling ass was storming down the steps, the bed's blankets still crudely covering her tits, she started moving backward. Her bare feet rose off the lower steps one by one, her heavy chest bouncing upward against gravity with each reversed step. The angry sway of her hips reversed into a strange, hypnotic backward roll. Her mouth moved in reverse, the furious scream sucking back into her throat in a warped stream "—SI LLEH EHT TAHW"

She continued retreating up the stairs in reverse, blankets shifting across her chest, the full weight of her tits settling and lifting in the opposite rhythm as she was pulled back toward the bedroom.

I watched her for a second, then shrugged and made my decision. Abby was staying. Permanently. Or until I felt bored.

I grabbed a marker off the counter, walked over to the fridge, and wrote it down in big, clear letters on the whiteboard we used for groceries.

KEEP ABBY – PERMANENT

Then I glanced back at the stairs. Mom was still reversing, her body halfway up now, mouth still forming reversed words that came out as low, guttural nonsense from the kitchen, seeing Mom reversing back into my room, "Thanks for the awnser! Abby's getting added because of you!"

In response she so insightfully responded wioth, "…sselm eht ni ehs dna… uoy htiw gnioG… retxeD…—"

"So true, so wise of you, Mom." After that, I ignored her completely and let her keep rewinding. I had better things to do. This was why I wrote Abby's name on the whiteboard, not with my phone.

I cleared my throat, testing something new. "Dirty house, reverse."

It worked.

The words I wrote on the whiteboard undid themselves, with a floating pen, and more importantly...

The mess around me started undoing itself. Empty food containers floated up off the floor and restacked themselves in the cabinets. Spilled cereal streamed backward into the box. Dirty clothes lifted off the couch and folded themselves into the laundry basket. Crumbs and garbage reversed through the air like a film running the wrong way, returning to wherever they had come from. The entire house began cleaning itself in reverse while Mom continued her backward climb up the stairs, still muttering warped reverse dialogue, her tits bouncing in that same impossible upward rhythm under the loose blankets.

I laughed out loud. "Oh yeah.. I’m a fucking god at this point."

While the house continued undoing every mess I had made, and while my mother kept reversing in my room, I started changing my clothes right there in the kitchen. Shirt first, then pants, completely unbothered by the reversing woman or the self-cleaning house around me.

A few minutes later, after I had shoved all my girls into the closet. It was kinda hard they were really squished in there tight, two giant MILFs didn't help, Ms. Henderson's brown tits were smushed against Ms. Hudson's pristine, perfect face while Sydney and Vivi were on their sides, Vivi’s face pressed into her mother’s pussy. I'll be honest, I did that intentionally; her full upper lip was shoved right in there. Syd was on top of them all, off to the side, upside downshe was really wedged in the backmost area. A look of disgust permanently etched onto her face. It was a masterpiece of flesh and frustration. I closed the door. "See you girls later." With that, I knocked on the master bedroom door. "Mom! Are you awake? It's time for school."

"Mmgh~? I heard her tired voice from the bed; she must've had a nice sleep. From her perspective she went to sleep Satudrya night and now just woke up groggy on Monday; I didn't really care how she'd react to Sunday being skipped, my mother was no longer even a remote threat, she'd either be easily manipualted by my time warping antics to do and act however I want whenever I want, or she'd be permimnetly forzen and shoved int eh closet. Both were fine with me. I guess someone needed to pay the bills and keep the lights running, but nothing was stopping me from just taking my collection and moving into another house after freezing the residents there. The bitchy HOA lady Mrs. Crandell had a really nice house down the street; maybe I'd take that one. Hmm. She was the one who was harassing Mom about the grass being too high, which then led her to harass me about not cutting it; I bet she could use a few extra roommates. Well, Mom better do whatever I want, or she'll be a doll in my closet like the rest.

"I don't want to be late!" I said, knocking again.

"Late?" Mom groned, "Son, it's 7 a.m. on a Sunday. I'm not dealing with this. I had a long week. Go to bed, now."

"It's Monday!" I repeated.

"Dexter..." Mom's voice returned, a clear warning. I smirked; just three days ago, that would be scary. I think I'll give her two more chances; otherwise, she's getting frozen for a long time, maybe indefinitely.

"It's Monday, Mom. I'm not joking; just check."

In response, all I heard was an annoyed sigh. Welp, great. Okay Mom, I gave you a chance. I opened my mouth to freeze her in time, but she beat me to it, "OH MY GOD!" There was a thump, and she was out of bed.

I smirked. Nice save, Mom.

"Your sister took the bus?" Mom's eyes looked at me over the rear-view mirror. "And you want to be dropped off early?" She had a look of suspicion, but it was one layered with exhaustion and disbelief, not genuine concern. In her world, she had just gone to bed on Saturday night, and now, suddenly, it was Monday morning. The disorientation was a weapon I could use. And boy was I abusing it. I saw her open her mouth to say something, but I interrupted.

"You missed an entire day, Mom. Sydney just thought you were tired." I lied; her very own daughter was locked in the closet, and she had no idea. Even if she did know, I'd just rewind her so she forgot, or just freeze her and throw her in the closet as well.

Mom wasn't dumb; she still had questions and opened her mouth again, "Stop." I said, freezing time, the car's motion, and Mom's unspoken question came to a dead stop. Her hands gripped the wheel, her knuckles white. She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes, a few strands of gray in her messy brown hair. I'd feel a bit bad for her overworking herself, if I gave a shit. But now I've fully embrassed this currupted life style, who knew it, absolute power currupts absolutely. What can I say? I leaned forward and flicked on the radio, not before giving my mom's large breasts a nice old grope, my hand down the neckline of her blouse, where I was free to twist and pull her fat nipple. This got me hard; but I'm not going to waste my seed on my mother; we were approaching school, and there was a whole host of targets to spend that creamy goodness on. I still wasn't sure how my internal recharge ability worked, so I wanted to keep the tank primed for my arrival. Giving her a kiss on that stupid parted lip face of hers, our lips parted with a wet smack, and I sat back down in the back seat. "Start."

"You—" She began to say but was startled by the radio bursting on. I smirked to myself. Perfect. Mom just shook her head, thinking she was going insane that the radio was turned off a moment ago. After that, the ride to school was quiet, the pop song filling the awkward silence between us. Mom kept glancing at me, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern. She was clearly still trying to process the missing day, but the combination of sleep deprivation and the blaring music made it impossible for her to form a coherent thought.

As we pulled up to the school, I saw a group of girls standing by the entrance. Abby, the redhead, was there, laughing with her friends. I rolled down the window to hear the girls' chatter, "And then he was like, 'I'm a genius,' and I was like, 'No, you're not, you're just a weirdo and—"

Her story was cut off as her friend, the Italian brunette Bridgette, who was always relatively popular because of her big tits and that necklace she'd have resting in her cleavage. She pointed at me. "Hey, look, it's Dexter."

Abby turned, her bright green eyes landing on me. A flicker of something- anticipation, maybe? Excitement? Something crossed her face before she quickly masked it with a look of indifference. "Oh. Hi, Dexter," she said, her voice dripping with a sugary sweetness that I knew was fake. She was trying to be nice, but it was the kind of nice people reserved for stray dogs and charity cases. It was infuriating. But honestly, I was just looking for any excuse, so my view of things was more than a tad bit overblown. "Surprised to see you here on time for onc—"

"Stop," I said. Time came to a halt before Mom could bring the car to a natural stop before the school. I hopped out. Opened the trunk, then approached the redhead. "That's the last sentence you'll ever say for a long while." I gave her a look-over. Honestly, her tits weren't even as big as Bridgette's; I was physically more attracted to her Italian friend beside her. Just be sure I gave both sets of boobs the squish test, then ripped off both of their tops and tossed aside their bras, both sets of breasts exposed to the open air. Their nipples hardened in the sudden cold as they fell down and jiggled against their stomachs. I gave them a nice hard pinch, watching as their frozen faces remained blissfully unaware. Abby's face was stuck in a smug little smirk, while Bridgette's was a sly bemusement, her mouth slightly agape. It's clear they had something planned; that face meant the two were preparing something funny or coy in the background, but that was never going to fall through anymore. Studying both breasts some more and weighing them, it was certain. I liked Bridgette's more. I decided to probably grab her later. But that's another time.

I then decided to pose them like two statues. Bridgette, I positioned to stand behind Abby, her large breasts pressing against Abby's back, her arms wrapped around her waist, her chin resting on Abby's shoulder. Abby, I kept her smug smirk, but I positioned her hands to be covering her own tits, as if in a failed attempt at modesty. They looked like a piece of modern art, something pretentious people would pay millions for. "Okay that's fun, say bye to your friend now."

Unattaching them, I grabbed Abby by the hair and swung her towards the chair; because I wanted her to, she started floating through the air like a spinning top, with her boobs out, watching them flop about, despite them not even being that huge, was more the na tad bit amusing. Three.. two.. one... annnnd with a thought, she dropped, right over the still-open trunk. "Thirteen points." I cheered, and turned to the topless Italian, "High five!" Of course she didn't respond- the nerve. Instead, she just remained in her pose, her arms still positioned as if she was elegantly hugging... well, nothing. "Eh, that was impressive, you just don't understand," I said to the statue, giving her a quick wet kiss on the lips, and turning to their third friend.

Jen, I think her name was, she's the gothic chick of the group, always following them around, while also never really talking or engaging; so to that end I really had no issue with her. If anything, the only thing annoying about her was how she often seemed like she didn't care about jack all. She was always, always always just standing off to the side texting on her phone, and if she didn't have her phone, she was reading a book. But whatever, she was hot, so she's on the list. Her boobs and ass weren't anything overly impressive, but she did always wear tops to show a bit of cleavage, and I think she liked push-up bras; that's good effort. Also her face was really really really sexy. It's a shame she's always looking down.

"You think that was impressive, right, Jen?" She too failed to respond, so I had to help her. Lifitng up her frozen chin, she was now looking directly ahead. Her face was as pale as ever, with heavy eyeliner and dark lipstick; looking directly ahead, she was still utterly unamused; it's like whatever her friends were planning to do, she wasn't bored with it but also didn't care enough to stop them. Her hair was a mess of black and purple, falling over her shoulders. She was hot. Really hot. I molded her face into a wide smile, something actually rather scary coming from her, then with my hand on her jaw, forced her to open and close her mouth while speaking for you, "Oh Dexter, that was so-so-soooo cool! You're so amazing! Can I, like, please suck your cock after school?! Please?" I stopped. "Oh, well, if you insist." After that, I shucked off my pants in front of the group of frozen women and placed my semi-hard cock inside Jen's wide, fake-smiling mouth. "Alright, get to work," I told the frozen goth. Moving her head up and down my shaft with my hand. "You're not even going to use your hands, huh? You're just going to use your mouth? Wow, that's dedicated." I laughed. "You've done this before, haven't you?" I said, continuing to move her head up and down, my cock getting harder and harder in the warmth of her mouth. "You're a natural." I continued for a minute or two, my breathing getting heavier. Her lips stretched and retracted with the sensation that I had on my shaft. "Fuck... you're good at this," I said, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I'm gonna cum..." I groaned, pulling her head down as far as it could go, my cock hitting the back of her throat. I held her there for a moment, my balls tightening, then I released, shooting a hot load down her throat.

Pulling out, a bit of my cum dripped down her chin. "You're a mess," I said, wiping it off with my thumb, then going over to Bridgette and sticking it into her mouth. "Help her out will-ya?" I told the Italian. "I know how you can help." I pulled down her pants, revealing her shapely legs, before I shucked off her panties, then proceeded to use them to wipe up all the chode from Jen's face, before putting them back on Bridgette. "There, that's better. A true friend." I then pulled up both my and her pants, smearing my cum in the tightless between her panties and her sex. "Alright, let's get you all sorted out," I said, picking up Abby and Bridgette's discarded bras and shirts. I tossed Abby's clothes away; she wouldn't need them. I kept Bridgette's bra for myself, and then had her wear her shirt again, just no more bra this time. "Alright, bye now."

As I walked back to the car, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I was in control. I was the one making the rules. This was my world; everyone else was just living in it. Once at the truck, I contorted Abby's body to fit properly inside, and closed it shut, stuffing the frozen redhead inside, then I hopped back in the car; "Rewind, thirty seconds." I said. Mom's car went backward into the street, as the world around us reversed in its course until we were pulling back into the school from the street. "Start," I said.

Bridgette would be in for a shock.

Bridgette was laughing with Abby as she exited the front of the school, Gwen and Abby close behind.

"I told you he'd—" Abby flicked away as if between frames.

It wasn't even Bridgette's idea, truth be told; her best friend could often take things way too far. But Dexter was a known pervert, and honestly this was just karma for all the times he leers at them when he thinks they don't notice. Most of their friends were in on it; they snuck used bras and panties into his locker the last day after hours after getting hold of Principal Fawn's spare master key, and managed to absolutely frame the pervert. They all, except for Jen, who refused to get involved, had reported missing undergarments. Now all they needed to do was get a teacher to see him open his locker and he'd be expelled instantly. Principal Fawn wouldn't; he was set up. And his perverted history would be all the evidence she'd need to believe them.

"I don't like this," Jen muttered, looking at her phone. She frowned to herself and licked her lips. "Ugh... what's that taste?"

Bridgette was about to question her when she also started clapping her mouth open and closed; she also tasted something odd. Actually, her crotch felt really sticky. "Abs, do you—?" She turned, and Abby was gone. "Abby?"

Mom pulled up to the curb. "Alright, have a good day at school, sweet—"

"Yea, 'kay bye, Mom," I said and hopped out.

Behind me, Mom gasped at my rudeness. She wasn't about to let her son disrespect her like that. "Dex—!"

"Mom, Traffic. Reverse 15 minutes. Then Mom, stop," I said without giving a shit if that would work. Honestly, I had no idea what would happen, but as Mom said in reverse "!—xeD, —teews loohcs ta yad doog a evah ,thgirla" and began to drive the car backward, I assumed something happened; maybe traffic would go in reverse with her too, but how would that affect the broader world because those people had places to be, things to do, and how much traffic is affected? Does this majorly change the future? Do I care? No. So those questions didn't matter. If she got into any real accident or something problematic occurred afterward, I'd just rewind time to fix it.

I approached the prior trio now turned duo. Bridgette was looking around, clearly confused; from her perspective, Abby was probably right next to or behind her. I'm not sure how she remembers things because I took Abby technically in the future, then rewound everyone except Abby and my other dolls in my closet. So I'm not sure at which point Bridgette remembers last talking to Abby, but the redhead's gone now, that's for sure.

"What's up, Bridge?" I greeted, walking right past the girls. "Looking sexy, Jen," called out. Suddenly feeling way more confident, so confident in fact, Jen's head looked over to me like a deer in headlights; she didn't look mad, or happy, or.. well she just looked at me as I left I can't even explain the look.

While beside her, Bridgette just stuttered, really confused. "Wha.. I.. Abb? H-Huh? Whhuh..?"

Oh yeah, I was gonna own this school, fuck. I'm gonna own this world! At this point, these heroes have to be planning something because I'm going full god mode villain up in this shit, and I don't plan on stopping until I don't have a damn choice.

And with full control over time... I have my fair share of choices.

With a smirk, I took out my phone. "Alright... whose on the list to fuck, and whose on the list to keep as a permanent trophy..."

"Ah, Mr. Stone," I looked up from my phone. The dark-skinned beauty, Ms. Albright, one of the school's history teachers, stood in front of me. She was an older woman, forty-eight years old-ish, I believe, but fully prime for her age, and another certified MILF in my eyes. She always had just one button undone on her blouse, showing a single tiny line of cleavage, just enough to tease, not enough to be anything remotely revealing. But for someone in her late forties, she knew how to rock that body that didn't quit and an ass so phat it should have been illegal. She was dressed professionally, in a dark blue pencil skirt and a white blouse, one button down like always, but the clothes did little to hide her incredible figure. Her large, perky breasts strained against the fabric of her shirt; part of me wondered if she kept a button down because she didn't have a choice, or if it was to let them breathe. "You're early today," she said, her voice smooth and husky. She had a kind face, with warm brown eyes and a wide, inviting smile, but there was a hint of something else in her expression, something that I couldn't quite place. Was it pity? Concern Disappointment? It didn't matter. "I received your email and went over your papers; I'm going to have to ask you to stay after class because unfortunately I have reason to believe you may ha—"

The black woman vanished mid-sentence from the hall. From the school. From time itself. I just stopped her, ripped off those clothes, and tossed her in the trash bin out front. I'll be able to come by and grab her before they dispose of the trash. Also, those brown boobies of hers were massive, so that's why she always had some cleavage out. She was just another obstacle in my way. Another piece of meat to be conquered. Another notch on my bedpost. And more importantly, another name on the permanent freeze list. I thought of being more subtle, but it truly didn't matter; I didn't care how the school would have to handle one of the history teachers disappearing mid-sentence, not my problem. She'd just be my body pillow from now until forever; also, I totally cheated on her homework; she's smart enough to notice. I'm not about to waste time with that. Hopefully her husband, kids, and family don't miss her. Or the school. But we have other history teachers, and I think those aren't on my permanently freeze list; no, they're on page: Temporary Fuck.

Speaking of which...