Disappointing, or maybe exciting test results.

That night Abbey marked the tests, but at the end of it, she sighed heavily. “I don’t know if this is good or bad,” she said.

George turned around from what he was doing to look at her, “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, they averaged 9.8. If the class only scored 9.8 on average, it would tend to indicate they have severe learning difficulties and might not even be able to pass,” she explained.

George smiled at her, “On the other hand, if they do pass, it means your 40-point plan is not enough, and you will need to offer more incentives.”

Abbey moaned and not quietly, “Oh my God, you really want me to offer myself to them, don’t you?”

George nodded, “I’ve got some extra ideas here, including hand-jobs, tit-jobs, blow-jobs, dates and, of course, fucks,” he said, coming over with his computer.

Abbey had a quick look, “These gaps get smaller and smaller,” she said.

“Of course, you can’t expect these boys to go from failing to 95% in a couple of months, so I thought tightening the gaps made sense,” he explained.

“And what’s this one in italics? ‘Week 8 50 points above baseline, Abbey ceases the pill?”

“It will let them know what other incentives are coming. Admit it. You think it’s hot,” he said.

Abbey stammered, “Well, it does sound hot, but I can’t really, can I?” she asked, “I mean, I was expecting them all to wear condoms.”

“Ah ha!” George exclaimed, “I knew you were hoping to get fucked.”

Abbey blushed, “I meant I fantasised about them all wearing condoms,” she corrected.

George took her in his arms, “Imagine having a graduation party, where they all got to take turns fucking you, knowing you could get pregnant?” he asked her.

Abbey moaned again, “You just want to see me gang-banged,” she said.

George shrugged, “Not just,” he admitted.

Abbey stood up and grabbed George’s hand, pulling him in the direction of the bedroom, “I will worry about this tomorrow,” she said.

The next day, in class, she gave the news to her students. “Well, I’m sorry to say that none of you did well. So we are going to have to work hard to get your grades up. There seemed to be a particular weakness in history, so let’s start there.”

At the end of the lesson, the boys asked if she wanted to go for drinks. She hesitated but eventually relented while insisting that she drive herself. As she sat in her car, messaging George to let him know there was a knock at the window. She started and turned to see Val, a young Hispanic man in her class. She wound down the window. “Look, Abbey, I can’t not tell you, but you know the guys want to get in your pants, right?”

Abbey laughed, “I’m not blind, Val, and I wonder if the only reason you told me was to increase your chances.”

Val looked sheepish and scratched the back of his head, “Well, maybe that was a part of it, but not the whole reason. I mean, you are sexy and all, but the guys think that cause you are dressing sexy for us, that, well, you’ll be easy.”

Abbey shook her head, “I’m not easy, and neither is your study, but do well, and maybe I will have to add a few extra incentives to the list.”

Val smiled, “You mind me asking where the list ends at the moment?”

Abbey smiled back, “Anticipation is a great motivator,” she said back to him.

“Right, I get ya. See you at the bar soon,” he slapped the window frame of the car and turned to leave.

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