Jan. Week 3: Friday between classes...Mr. Bill appeared...

Mr. Bill, with his thick Southern drawl and a chuckle that seemed to resonate deep within his chest, greeted Leah warmly. "Morning, Miss Leah," he began, his voice tinged with that playful mischief she had become all too familiar with over the past few weeks. As he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes glinting with a hint of wickedness, Mr. Bill broke his casually fond good morning.

“I hopes to see yous durin’ yo planni’ period Miss Leah.” He watched her reaction before giving more instructions, “the janitor closet down the ol’ freshman hallway. You knows it.”

His wink sent a wave of disgust through Leah. The suggestion dripped with insinuation, leaving little room for misunderstanding.

Leah, feeling a mixture of dread and resigned acceptance, nodded her acquiescence. She knew precisely what Mr. Bill expected from such a clandestine meeting.

“Really?” Leah huffed “Today?”

“Yes ma’am, yes ma’am.” He nodded. “Thank God its Friday ya might say. I'm look'n forward to seeing ya soon.” His laugh was ominous as he turned and walked away. He would be there waiting during Leah's planning...