Go it alone

Jackson thought that he could handle this alone, once the officers gave him the name of the secretary who had reported him. It was Rhonda Belcher, whom Jackson remembered as a dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties with a constant look of disapproval on her face. His mom’s explanation of Jessica’s absence must have made her shit bricks.

As he approached the front office, Ms. Belcher looked out of the glass wall and recognized him. Her eyes bulged in shock and her permanent frown deepened.

Jackson grinned at her. You are in so much trouble you little busybody, he thought. The look on her face morphed into one of guilt and fear. She got up as if to run into the principal’s office, but Jackson thought she should stay right there and of course, she did. He strolled through the door, then closed and locked it and pulled the Venetian blinds closed.

“Hello Ms. Belcher!” he said, at the same time thinking ‘Belch, Ms. Belcher!’

The terrified secretary swallowed, opened her mouth wide and belched loud and long. Then she blushed furiously and looked very confused in addition to fearful. Jackson let loose a juvenile snicker.

“I’ve always thought you had the funniest name, Ms. Belcher,” he said. “Wouldn’t it be so funny if you could only talk while belching?”

Her expression suddenly became mirthful. She looked like an entirely different woman with the sudden silly smile on her face, and not at all unattractive. She swallowed forcefully.

“SO FUNNY!” she belched out, then giggled. “HOW gulp DID gulp YOU DO gulp THIS TO gulp ME?”

“Don’t you worry your silly little head about that,” Jackson said. “What’s important is that no one else is going to take you seriously if you tell them I’ve been sexing up my sister. Now who did you tell besides the cops?”

The disapproving look returned to her face, but she gulped and answered by belching “JUST MISS BOOMER!” and that made her giggle again, though she was clearly conflicted afterwords whether to laugh about her new way of talking or scowl about the reminder of Jackson’s morning activities.

“The vice principal? Isn’t Principal Nibley here?” he asked.

“HE’S AT gulp A DISTRICT gulp MEETING!” she belched, tipping her expression on the side of amusement. She snorted, unable to resist the humor of her plight.

Jackson grinned. He had thought he was just going to have to have old Mr. Nibley forget the whole thing. But the statuesque blonde that was Miss Boomer called for a more involved treatment.

Of course, he could keep the assistant principal in her office for as long as he wanted if he wanted to play with Ms. Belcher alone for a while.

“Grab yourself a soda or five before you hurt yourself, Ms. Belcher,” he said, indicating the vending machine beside the door to the teachers’ lounge.

“THANKYOU!” she belched and hurried over to the machine. Jackson couldn’t help but notice that her ass had rounded out nicely since he was in high school. He wouldn’t mind tapping that. But Miss Boomer was certainly worthy as well.