You're good with a booty call now and then. But you have questions

"Monica, I don't think you're a slut." You assure her, not sure what you think, but sensing that this is important to Miss Fulton.

"Really?" She asks with a bright smile.

"Really." You chuckle, and then as you join her in getting dressed you ask her for an updated student hand book.

"All I have is a copy from 1997. I should go to Ms. Naylor, but..." You shrug your shoulders as you pull on a fresh dress shirt from the closet. Monica knows the Headmistress even better than you do, she understands why you don't want to bother her more often then you must.

"Oh Kyle," She hides her smile behind well manicured fingers, "you only been here a few hours and already discovered one of our shameful secrets." You stare at the pretty blonde in confusion, how could the information in a student rulebook be a shameful secret. She slips through the doorway back into your office giving you a delightful look at her ass as she steps through the concealed doorway. Monica turns back with an inviting smile apparently no longer worried about what you two just shared.

"Come-on, show me this book you have and I'll tell you what's changed since then." Tucking the tails of your shirt into your pants you join the pretty language teacher in your office. The code of conduct is right where you left it in the desk and you hand the book to Monica. Expecting her to leaf through it, you are surprised when she rests in neatly on her lap with out even a glance.

"Ok Mr. Dean of Students, this book is word-for-word exactly the same as what our students and their parents received in the information packet mailed this summer and every summer since anyone in this school can remember.

"That can't be right, Miss Fulton." Now that you're discussing school matters and she's not squirming on your bed, the name seems more appropriate than 'Monica.' "You still spank your students bare-assed over a desk with that paddle?" Pointing to the item in question as you challenge her.

"No of course not." She laughs, "that's not what I told you. All I said was that that is the rule book that we send to our incoming students. We've been trying to rewrite that old thing for over twenty years, and the committee keeps getting hung up on details so the updated version never comes out."

"Then how are the consequences for student misconduct determined?" You ask softly stunned by this unforeseen development. As a Marine you were used to everything being covered 'by the book.'

"Ms. Naylor has a 'Court' where a group of students listen to the evidence and decide on appropriate consequences based on the nature of the infraction." Miss Fulton tosses the Code across a five foot gap and successfully deposits it in your empty trash can.

"You gotta be kiddin." Your carefully learned Standard English slips back to its West Virginia roots, as you realize what a headache this job might be.

" 'fraid so Big Boy." Laughs Monica mimicking your accent, then turning serious again. "Hey, so I want to be clear. I'm not into a relationship right now. I mean, I want to fuck you again, but more like a booty call, you know? Like, I don't want you to misunderstand." She licks her lips nervously before finishing what she's clearly worried about. "I know that may make me sound like a slut, but I just don't want to be tied down, ok?"

"Monica, it's fine."

"Really?" She asks with a bright smile.

"Really."

"You're sweet," she says, kissing your cheek. "And a world class fuck. I've got to run. Later Kyle."

Before you can say anything she's flounced out the door, leaving you drained and satisfied, but more than a little bemused.