You try to calm her down. Tell her that she didn’t ruin anything

You’re momentarily stunned into silence by Ms. Fellows’ behavior. You reach out tentatively to stroke her hair. “It, it wasn’t bad, Emily.” You say, trying to cheer her up, or at least calm her down so she isn’t so unhinged. “It was great — better than anything I’ve ever felt before.”

The formerly prim English teacher looks up at you from her knees, with tears on her cheeks and sniffling, “Really? You liked it?” She wipes her eyes and her nose.

You nod and keep stroking her hair. “Really. It was amazing. You don’t have to worry. You’re a beautiful woman. There’s not a guy in the world who wouldn’t want you. Just relax. We need to figure out what we’re going to do.”

Emily sucks in deep, shuddering breaths. “We?” she asks, brightening. “So, you want me? You want to keep me? I can be yours forever?”

“Of course,” you tell her, trying to keep her from freaking out again. Besides, she’s a sexy woman, who will do anything you want. You can’t see yourself not keeping her. Plus, according to the website, if you don’t give her regular contact, she’ll get more obsessed with you, and she already tried to kidnap you. You don’t want to see what would happen if you tried to stay away from her.

“OK, sit here with me.” You pat the bed next to you. “We need to plan what we’re going to do.”

She climbs up from her knees and sits next to you. Her arm wraps around your waist and she leans her head on your shoulder. Until a few minutes ago, you were going to try to convince her to keep teaching, but now you’re not sure she should be in that job anymore.

You stroke her thigh. “Emily, I want to see you every day,” you tell her. “But, it will be hard to explain why I’m here all the time. People will start to get suspicious. You may be right about quitting your job as a teacher. Do you have another job you were thinking of?”

“There’s a guy I know who inherited the local paper. He’s offered me a job as editor-in-chief. I never took him up on it. I loved teaching. But now, if it keeps us apart, I’ll give it up in a second for you. I also make some money on the side, writing novels.”

“You write books? How come no one knows that?” you ask. “I’d think having a published author teaching English would be something the school district would brag about.”

She chuckles and snuggles closer against you. “Not the kind of books I write. They’re steamy romances. Honestly, they’re mommy porn. I write them under a pseudonym, Bianca LeFèvre.”

You laugh at that because you think you’ve seen your mom trying to keep books with that name on the cover casually covered up by magazines on her nightstand. “That’s pretty wild,” you say. You put your arm around her shoulders and pull her body tighter against you.

You feel slightly better about ruining her teaching career now that you know she has other options.”OK. Did you call in sick today? You probably should resign officially pretty soon, so they can start looking for a replacement for you.”

Emily’s body tenses. Her voice takes on an edge of panic again. “I’m sorry, but I already quit. It was before you asked whether I’d keep teaching if you asked me to. I wasn’t thinking. I should have known that was a decision for you to make. If you had told me to keep teaching, I think I still could have rescinded my resignation.”

You hug her tighter to reassure her. “It’s OK. Everything worked out. You don’t have to worry about it,” you console her. You chuckle, “Unfortunately, I can’t quit school. I still have to go.”

“Do you think you could miss one day, to spend it with me?” Emily asks, as she turns and climbs onto your lap, straddling it facing you. Her hands stroke up and down your chest. “You’re a senior, almost graduated. It’s a tradition to cut some school, and it’s our first day together. Please stay here in my bed all day. I’m so happy you decided to keep seeing me. I want to show my gratitude. Show you all the ways I can please you, Dave.” A sly smile spreads across her face. “Or should I still call you Master?”

Emily’s hands slip under your tee shirt. They feel warm against your skin as she slides it up. then pulls it off over your head. She leans in to kiss and lick your shoulder and the side of your neck. She murmurs low in your ear, “Please stay, Master.”