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place for them.
There had to be something she missed. If Jill was really the responsible level headed kid she thought she was then two weeks
and Candy wouldn’t have been enough to change her. No, Madison failed. She missed something some time ago and Jill
slipped. It took Candy for Jill to feel comfortable with acting out in front of Madison. Until then the behavior was hidden.
“Shit,” she mumbled.
She picked up the packs of condoms and grimaced. Part of her wanted to throw them away, thinking if Jill didn’t have them she
wouldn’t have sex. That was stupid since she already knew Jill hated using them. Of course if she didn’t have them available
when she was able to sneak away she would go ahead and have sex without them. Then there would be more problems than
just a fifteen having sex. She could catch something or get pregnant. Jill was just like Candy now. She shouldn’t have a baby.
No, there was no choice, she threw the condoms, clothes and phone back in the box and closed it.
The alcohol and cigarettes were a different story. She gathered those up and went into the bathroom. She emptied the bottles
and cigarettes into the toilet and flushed. That took care of that supply. In a week she was going to search Jill’s room once she
was settled in. Until then she was going to have to keep a close eye on her. One thing was certain, Candy had to go.
********
“I’m sorry, miss. This car is shot.” Earl, the mechanic of Earl’s Garage, wiped his sweaty dirty face with an equally dirty and
greasy cloth.
“Oh no!” Madison pushed her long black hair that everyone said looked like silk back over her shoulder. Up until this point she
wasn’t sure if she was having a good day or a bad day. Ten minutes ago she would have said it was fifty-fifty. Now it was
easily seventy-five to twenty-five in odds of a bad day.
Her day started off good. She wore her most professional skirt that ended just above the knee and her favorite lavender blouse
that somehow survived the trip without wrinkles. There was even hot water after her neighbor finished his half hour shower.
She'd spent the entire half hour cursing him.
Jill dressed appropriately after Grandma handled her. Joshua was happy and she was able to eat breakfast despite her nerves.
Her car even started on the first try. Then things became a little iffy.
Her new job was in a very nice school. The building was new. She had an excellent parking spot. The head of her department
was an old woman who never stopped smiling and her classroom was well ventilated. Her desk was made of oak and
completely blocked the view beneath so that no one saw her fidgeting. Everything in her room was brand new. The students
were a different story all together.
The males kept staring at her all day. She could feel their eyes running down her backside and down her legs. Every time she
talked to one of her male students she had to work to keep their eyes on her face and not her breasts. She couldn’t understand it.
The skirt wasn’t too tight and her blouse didn’t show much cleavage.
Actually compared to the way many of the female students dressed, her clothes should have been considered conservative.
Some of the girls in her class reminded her of the half naked groupies in music videos. Their boobs practically hung out, many
of them including Jill to her horror, stuffed. They wore thongs and low cut jeans so that their thongs could be seen. It was a
scary sight indeed.
The girls in her class, the ones who dressed to impress the male population, hated her on sight. They snickered and whispered
when one of the more popular males made eyes at her. It was annoying to say the least. She ended up assigning a paper just to
get control of the room. Now she was feared, that was good.
To her horror the students were not the only males with wandering eyes. The teacher’s lounge ended up being worse. The men
spoke to her and asked questions, but their eyes remained
There had to be something she missed. If Jill was really the responsible level headed kid she thought she was then two weeks
and Candy wouldn’t have been enough to change her. No, Madison failed. She missed something some time ago and Jill
slipped. It took Candy for Jill to feel comfortable with acting out in front of Madison. Until then the behavior was hidden.
“Shit,” she mumbled.
She picked up the packs of condoms and grimaced. Part of her wanted to throw them away, thinking if Jill didn’t have them she
wouldn’t have sex. That was stupid since she already knew Jill hated using them. Of course if she didn’t have them available
when she was able to sneak away she would go ahead and have sex without them. Then there would be more problems than
just a fifteen having sex. She could catch something or get pregnant. Jill was just like Candy now. She shouldn’t have a baby.
No, there was no choice, she threw the condoms, clothes and phone back in the box and closed it.
The alcohol and cigarettes were a different story. She gathered those up and went into the bathroom. She emptied the bottles
and cigarettes into the toilet and flushed. That took care of that supply. In a week she was going to search Jill’s room once she
was settled in. Until then she was going to have to keep a close eye on her. One thing was certain, Candy had to go.
********
“I’m sorry, miss. This car is shot.” Earl, the mechanic of Earl’s Garage, wiped his sweaty dirty face with an equally dirty and
greasy cloth.
“Oh no!” Madison pushed her long black hair that everyone said looked like silk back over her shoulder. Up until this point she
wasn’t sure if she was having a good day or a bad day. Ten minutes ago she would have said it was fifty-fifty. Now it was
easily seventy-five to twenty-five in odds of a bad day.
Her day started off good. She wore her most professional skirt that ended just above the knee and her favorite lavender blouse
that somehow survived the trip without wrinkles. There was even hot water after her neighbor finished his half hour shower.
She'd spent the entire half hour cursing him.
Jill dressed appropriately after Grandma handled her. Joshua was happy and she was able to eat breakfast despite her nerves.
Her car even started on the first try. Then things became a little iffy.
Her new job was in a very nice school. The building was new. She had an excellent parking spot. The head of her department
was an old woman who never stopped smiling and her classroom was well ventilated. Her desk was made of oak and
completely blocked the view beneath so that no one saw her fidgeting. Everything in her room was brand new. The students
were a different story all together.
The males kept staring at her all day. She could feel their eyes running down her backside and down her legs. Every time she
talked to one of her male students she had to work to keep their eyes on her face and not her breasts. She couldn’t understand it.
The skirt wasn’t too tight and her blouse didn’t show much cleavage.
Actually compared to the way many of the female students dressed, her clothes should have been considered conservative.
Some of the girls in her class reminded her of the half naked groupies in music videos. Their boobs practically hung out, many
of them including Jill to her horror, stuffed. They wore thongs and low cut jeans so that their thongs could be seen. It was a
scary sight indeed.
The girls in her class, the ones who dressed to impress the male population, hated her on sight. They snickered and whispered
when one of the more popular males made eyes at her. It was annoying to say the least. She ended up assigning a paper just to
get control of the room. Now she was feared, that was good.
To her horror the students were not the only males with wandering eyes. The teacher’s lounge ended up being worse. The men
spoke to her and asked questions, but their eyes remained
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