Grabbing A Bite

"Sure. I need someone to show me where it is, anyways." Logan joked. Jo smiled- something that she hadn't seemed to have done in a while, as it looked more like a grimace.

"What? What did you eat yesterday?" Jo tittered as she made her way to the door. Your eyes widened as you saw her ass, held back by her dress pants. She looked all skin and bones but, damn! That ass!

"Uh... packed lunch from home." Logan answered, still mesmerized by her delectable ass.

"So how has Sarah been?" Josephine suddenly ventured as they walked down the hall, her sharp stilettos clicking menacingly with every step they took.

"What?" Logan asked, falling into step with her.

"Sarah? She was pretty messed up after the divorce." Josephine clarified, flicking through her phone. Logan frowned. This seemed... highly personal.

"Er... well, she's great now... I think." He muttered. Jo raised an eyebrow.

"You think?"

"I-I know." Logan amended. Josephine raised an eyebrow before laughing, something which Logan joined into.

"How's Brooklyn been?" Josephine asked. Logan sighed, causing the MILF next to him to chuckle.

"Yep. Sounds about right." Jo answered. "You gotta give her her space though. She was... extremely close with her Father. The divorce hit her pretty hard. But she'll warm up to you eventually... trust me on that."

"Wanna bet?" Logan retorted darkly, inciting another guffaw from the English teacher as they strode into the cafeteria.

It was your standard, high school cafeteria. Wall paint peeling off, useless photos of the health pyramid and rows upon rows of sterilized, plastic benches. It was however, weirdly eerie with no one inside.

"Jooooooo!" A joyful voice cried out from behind the lunch desk. Josephine let a warm smile break across her face.

"Good afternoon, McKenna!" Josephine called back as she strode towards the lunch counter.

"And who is this hot piece of ass you've got with you... finally decided to get rid of that prick of a husband?" McKenna asked, eyeing Logan up and down like a piece of meat.

Josephine blushed a violent red.

"McKenna! This 'hot piece of ass'- married hot piece of ass, might I add, is Logan Sawyer, our newest teacher. Logan, this is McKenna Anderson, our resident Lunch Lady. She might seem a bit... much, but I promise you, she makes the best meat loaf on this side of the country." Josephine explained.

"Stawwwp it, Jo. You're gunna make me blush!" McKenna giggled as she dipped down below the counter. She was pretty, in an ageless sort of way. She could've been anywhere between 19 and 40- she had slight wrinkles and creases dotting her face, but the drawly, valley accent of a high schooler.

"Welp, here are your meals- and just yer luck, it's Meat Loaf day!" She cried out joyfully as she brought out two cellophane-covered plates, each with a red slab of meat loaf on it, with small portions of mushy peas and roasted potatoes.

"I'll believe it when I eat it... the American school system is infamous for inedible meat loaves." Logan murmured playfully as he took his plate.

"Holy shit! This is actually.... phenomenal!" Logan exclaimed as he took a bite. McKenna beamed as Josephine nodded, polishing off her food with an almost frightening single-mindedness.

"Goodness, Jo... you're vacuuming that up!" Logan observed as he watched Jo, a woman so skinny it almost looked anorexic, practically inhale the plate in front of her.

"Jo ovah here can't cook for shit! And her fatass husband has the palate of a toddlah." McKenna stated as she busied herself with dishes. Jo seemed unbothered by any of the remarks about her husband, at most looking a tad sad ever time he was mentioned,

With a distinctly unladylike burp she finished the last of her roast potatoes, displaying a perfectly polished plate.

"That's incredible!" Logan laughed as Josephine allowed herself a small smile.

"If you'll excuse me... I need some water." The teacher murmured before spinning on her heel and sauntering off to the water fountain,

"Nice ass, huh?" McKenna suddenly murmured into Logan's ear. He yelped, jumping back.

"Gah!" He exclaimed. "What on Earth are you talking about?" He questioned indignantly.... though in truth she was absolutely correct. He was unabashedly checking Josephine out.

"Hush, I won't tell! It might do her some good, y'know. Givin' her some real dick." McKenna grumbled.

"Okay, now I have to ask. What's the animosity with Mr. McGeady?" Logan questioned. McKenna shook her head.

"Gawsh, you don' even wanna know... that motherfucker's a ****! Barely looks at tha' bombshell he married but wants to get in the pants of every underage gal he can see!" McKenna hissed back. Logan's eyes widened at the info... but also at the cleavage on display beneath her lunch lady outfit, straining against her apron. Who knew lunch ladies could be hot?

"Logan! Let's go!" Josephine suddenly called out. Logan polished off his food before walkign towards her.

"See ya 'round, Mistah Sawyer! If you ever get tired of wifey, ya know where ta' go!" She cried out as Logan blushed... but wondering whether she meant Josephine... or herself.