Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Of course my imagination ran wild as to why she’d go to such lengths to hide her face and body from the world. And wondering only made me more impatient and sent my mind off on a tangent all its own.
I’d already started building her up in my mind, imagining that she had an amazing body to go with that sharp intelligence that I’d noticed in class these last couple times. Wouldn’t that be something? To finally meet my match?
I didn’t care that she was five years older than me. I’d learned that much at least about her, while sitting in class tonight. I’d waited until then to look up her school portfolio. For whatever reason I wanted her in front of me when I went digging into her life.
If she’d reacted any differently than she had tonight, I would probably have left the whole thing alone, maybe. But she’d blushed through the whole class in between taking little glances at me.
I’m eighteen, an adult, but I was sure she’d see a problem with us getting together, being that she’s my teacher. She strikes me as the straitlaced type, so I’m sure I’ll have to jump that hurdle first. Break down her defenses enough for her to let me in.
I wonder what she’s doing right now? I sat up in bed with an unsettling thought. “Shit, is she married?” I jumped off the bed and headed to the other room in my suite where I kept my desk with the computer.
Earlier, when I looked her up I’d only been looking for the basics, or maybe that’s all they had. There was nothing there about marriage and when I read it again now, there was still no mention of a husband or kids. Not that they’d listed the family members of the other faculty members.
“Fuck!” I brought her into memory, trying to recall if she’d been wearing a ring but her hands were bare. In fact, the only jewelry she seemed to wear was the cheap watch on her wrist. I was in a near panic still not knowing.
It got so bad I was tempted to get in my truck and go to her for the answers I now needed. Needless to say I didn’t sleep well that night, and was extremely cross the next morning when I woke because I wasn’t going to see her today.
Liz
I slept miserably again due to the same two things. Indecent thoughts about Drake and an unwanted phone call from Robert. This one hadn’t ended as well as the last because I was in an irritable mood when I answered. Hopefully he got the message this time.
I studied myself in the mirror and for the first time noticed that my clothes seemed to hang off of me. The box shouldered jacket over the pencil skirt down to my calves that I once adored, suddenly seemed too old not to mention way too big on my petite frame.
I pulled the jacket tight in the back to see what it might look like in a smaller size and was pleased with the result. Maybe over the weekend I’ll go shopping, or pull out some of the nicer clothes I have hidden away in my closet. For once the thought didn’t break me out in hives.
I fixed my hair, paying more attention than usual and even added a little gloss to my lips. I opened the drawer in the vanity and looked at the rows and rows of cosmetics that I’m forever collecting, but were all still in their packaging. Not quite there yet.
I felt happier than I’ve ever been outside of a classroom when I walked out the door and got into my car. I’m always excited to see my kids each day, but this was more than that. I felt…I don’t know the name for it. But there was definitely a new sense of excitement in the air.
I held my smile all day and into the evening when I stayed late to grade papers. If anyone were paying attention they’d have seen that my feet had hardly touched the ground all day. Even though I wasn’t going to see him, he was never far from my thoughts. I’m having a love affair in my head.
For me, that’s the perfect place. In here I can do as I please with no one to judge or frown upon me for being less than perfect. Not only that, but my imagination can soar to any heights and there’s nothing and no one to stop it.
I never dreamed my social awkwardness would take me down this path, but since it has, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy it is there? And besides, the dream might just be better than the reality.
So with those thoughts planted firmly in my mind, I went about the rest of the day in high spirits, no longer wary of the dark cloud that was hanging over my head. Maybe that’s why I ended up doing what I did at the end of the day when it was time to leave.