Barbara Walker hurried up the steps of Central High, flung open the front door, and proceeded directly to the principal’s office. She was greeted with a hearty good morning from Mrs. Bruner, the front desk supervisor and receptionist for Principal Bradley. “What have I got today,” asked Barbara, hoping that it wouldn’t be another math class?!? “Ah, let me see,” replied Mrs. Bruner, as she scanned a list of absent teachers, “yes, here it is, you sub for Matt Kearny in English Literature, room 231!” “Thanks,” Barbara answered gratefully, “at least it’s not math!” Barbara climbed the single flight of stairs to the second floor and found room 231 down the hall and to the right. When she entered the classroom, most of the students were already there, mostly milling around and exchanging small talk with each other. At 8:47 the final bell rang and all the student took their assigned seats, dutifully waiting for Barbara to begin the class. Just as she was launching into the lesson on Chaucer, the door to the hall way swung open and in sauntered Deke Banyon, as if he didn’t have a care in the world!
Barbara put down her lesson plan and waited for Deke to take his seat, and after he was seated, she looked at the seating chart to find out his name, and then asked, “A little trouble getting out of bed this morning Mr. Banyon!?!” Deke, with a look of total boredom, replied insolently, “Naw teach, no problem at all!” The class tittered at Deke’s response and Barbara felt her cheeks turning red at being embarrassed by the young hoodlum. She stepped forward a few paces and retorted, “You and I will talk this over right after school, and don’t even think about not showing up, or Principal Bradley will hear about it!” Deke feigned a yawn but agreed to drop in after school, so Barbara went back to her lesson and the class continued on with no further incidents. The day seemed to fly by, and Barbara had completely forgotten that Deke Banyon was coming in after school, and it wasn’t until she heard a knock on the door jam that she remembered their appointment. “Come in Deke,” she offered, “and please sit down,” while motioning to the desk in the middle of the front row. Deke slouched down in the seat and let his legs protrude forward in a major display of insolence. Barbara was about to reprimand him when she couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in the front of his jeans! “My god,” she thought, “he has a hardon and isn’t even trying to hide it, of all the nerve of this boy!” “Now what did you wanna see me about,” a very cock sure Deke said suavely? Momentarily flustered at the sight aroused penis in the young man’s pants and his mouthy attitude, Barbara stumbled for something to say. “Cat got your tongue, teach,” the eighteen year old malcontent said insolently, “or are you more interested in seeing what’s in here,” as he patted the front of his crotch!?! A shocked Barbara stammered, “Well I never!” “That’s right teach, you probably never have,” Deke replied while laughing at her obvious discomfort! “Y-you can’t talk to me that way young man,” she spat, “I’ve a good mind to send you straight to the office!” “Yeah, yeah,” Deke yawned, while standing up, “let me show you what a real man has for you,” as Barbara looked on in absolute horror as Deke Banyon proceeded to unzip his pants and pull out his erection!