Back to business as usual

Mr. Doe eyes his pupil wearily as they stare face to face. His appearance is one of a haggard man with bags under his eyes and not enough sleep to slough them off. He sips his cola gingerly as he appreciates the concern in the Latina’s face.

“She’s gone.” The tone in his voice is absolute. “She won’t be messing with you anymore.”

“Evie?”

He nods.

“We had a chat the other day. After a heated discussion we came to a…understanding, shall we say.”

“What did you do?” Christina’s voice trembles. “Did you hurt her?”

“No.” Mr. Doe shakes his head. “But I did let her know that if she tries to hurt you or anyone else again I made it clear the consequences wouldn’t be good for her, or me, quite frankly.”

“I don’t understand.”

Mr. Doe glances at the soda can, trying to guess what he was about to say before she interrupted him.

“Ever heard of MAD?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” She snickers. “What, me worry?”

“Not that.” Her teacher corrects her. “Mutually Assured Destruction.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a concept during the Cold War. Basically, it means if one side tries to screw with the other, they both get screwed.”

“Like ****. So I guess it’s done between you and her?”

“You could say that.” Mr. Doe tries to change the subject. “So have you made any progress on your paper?”

“Yeah.” Christina nods.”I decided to do one on Lonesome Dove and the contrast between the real Wild West and how it’s portrayed on screen. I’m already five pages in. I’m already learning a lot.”

“Like what?”

“Did you know that the miscegenation rate in the territories was common back then? Lot of chicas and blancos gettin’ it on.”

“Where’d you learn that?”

“I don’t have a copy with me, but if you’d like I could get you a copy. It’s all in my works cited.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Mr. Doe waves his hand.

His eyes wonder towards her breasts, distracted by their plumpness. He tries not to think about them. But some things can’t be helped.

I’d love to get my hands on those…

“Thinking of something?” Christina snaps him out of his reverie, knowing full well what he’s thinking.

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t be coy with me, proffesor.” She teases him. “I know how you men think.”

“It’s not all about sex, I can assure you.”

“Oh really.” She runs her hands along his shoulder. “So you won’t have any problem if I do this?”

Mr. Doe nearly spit takes in her presence.

“Um…I…”

“Thought so.”

The instructor pulls his charge into an embrace, gazing deeply into her eyes. For a moment they wonder who would make the first move. Christina eyes the clock.

“I gotta go.” She pecks him on the cheek. “Thanks for what you did, Mr. Doe.

“Um…sure.”

“Nice catchin’ up with you. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas though. I’d hate to come to class one day and find you gone, ok? Then you’d break my heart, and I’m sure we’d both hate that.”

“I’ll try.”