Yes and no

Thankfully, the players in your fifth-period class weren't keen on pushing you. You were happy when Dallas arrived for class. She briefly came by your classroom early this morning to give you back your phone.

You smile as you remember her relating to you the story she had spun when her mother discovered the phone peaking out from under the couch.

After getting chewed out about having a boy in the house after blurting out it was her boyfriend's. She told them she had pocketed it because she wanted to make sure he wasn't cheating on her.

It had rained a bit during third period, and Dallas at some point had been outside. Sitting down at her desk, you could see the slightly damp cloth was plastered to her skin, clearly showing off that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Just as you'd ordered.

As much as you wanted to enjoy the sight of her unencumbered D-cups. The worry in her dark eyes told you that something was wrong.

"Mr. Clarkson, I was passed a note at lunch. Coach Reese is demanding that I see him after school in his office." She related in a low tone as her fellow students found their seats.

Making sure your class was still out of earshot, you whispered. "Don't worry, just go home and I'll take care of it."

Relieved, she nodded and hurried back to her seat, sitting down. Soon enough the bell rang, and you began taking roll. Fortunately, unlike fourth period, there were no distractions, at least none that you had to intervene in.

Predictably, Dallas's breasts swaying unencumbered every time she shifted caught the eye of every teenage boy in the front half of the classroom. With the predicable physical reaction.

The bell rang ending 5th period, and you found yourself pretending to cough as 13 teenage boys burst to their feet while simultaneously trying to hide their erections.

As your sixth-period students filled in, you couldn't help but smile as Bailey strolled in wearing an oversized Slayer t-shirt with a frilly midnight black skirt... Also, she had a parasol.

Your mood was further brightened by the fact that George, Patrick, and his two amigos were absent. Whether it was from getting suspended or just cutting class, you didn't care. There was just something about him that made you want to punch him.

Not wasting time, you started your last lecture of the day. After having given this lecture 4 times already, you could do it in your sleep. Which was fortunate, because your mind was elsewhere. Or more accurately, in the gymnasium where the practice would be today.

As you lectured, you thought about what you knew about Andy Reese and his activities.

One, last year he blackmailed Dallas and her friends into being his personal collection of whores.

Second, he used them to corrupt several teachers and at least one member of the school police into letting him do what he pleased.

Three, not only was he not disciplined for what happened in Naples. Instead, it seems like he's being empowered.

Nodding to yourself, you conclude that the superintendent and, if you had to guess, at least one member of the school board were in this up to their ears...

"Not good," you think to yourself as you see Simone O'Leary raise her hand.

Turning, you asked, "Yes, Miss O'Leary?"

The light-skinned Black girl popped the bubblegum she was chewing and asked you. "Sir, what did you mean when you said..."

Smiling, you clarified what she didn't understand. Soon enough class came to an end, and you wished your class a good day.

As they flooded out to head home. You were glad you answered at least one question. Just not the one you really needed answering.

How to bring down Andy Reese without ending up next to him in a jail cell. Left alone, as the last of your students depart for the day. You wearily gather up the work you were raking home. Then after locking up your classroom, you turned to make your way over to the gymnasium.