"When I saw you I fell in love, you smiled"
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,354
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 4
a/n: This is just something so people won't think I've died and gone to shakespeare heaven. I am alive and will probably have more time to write now. reviews however, are my life... and I want to live!
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‘Those kids were demons and Philistines all at once’. This was the predominant running though Kathryn’s mind while escape…. walking to her car. She substituted a 10th grade class for a colleague today, on top of her other classes, and she was exhausted. Other than trying to impart some knowledge unto the uninterested youths; she also a stack of assignments consisting of awful poetry to grade. She was not looking forward to this weekend.
Kathryn decided she would stop in town for a bite to eat before driving home. She parked her car in front of the “Irish Pub” that every two-bit village seemed to have. It was adorned with green paint and an old-fashioned wooden sign with a leprechaun painted on it completed the faux Irish look.
Stepping out of the car, Kathryn had to remind herself to not lock it. The first couple of days she noticed she received funny looks when she did that because no one else here locked their cars. So it took some time but she finally got into the habit of not locking it. Her house was Fort Knox however, locked and safe and that was the way it was going to stay.
Entering the pub she smiled and nodded to the man tending the bar, A robust middle aged red head who might have been the poster boy for the ex-pat Irish everywhere. Patrick Sullivan looked Irish, wore an apron in the colors of the Irish flag, spoke with a faint accent and drank more beer and whiskey, Irish off course, than anyone she knew.
“Katie- girl! It’s been too long since you’ve been here. I missed ya.” He exclaimed while walking round the bar to envelope her in a bear hug. They made their acquaintance when Belle, her demon spawn of a friend, took her to see the pub. Or more likely to see Brady Fowler, a kind of second cousin thrice removed or something of the Sullivan family.
From the corner of her eyes she saw not one but two other familiar faces; Trudy Sullivan was cleaning up some tables and carrying the plates back to the kitchen. She was unaware that someone watched her slim figure walking through the room. Kathryn moved to the side of the room where the darts were and addressed the young man.
“You know that she hasn’t got the faintest clue do you? That you like her I mean.” Normally Kathryn didn’t interfere with the children’s lives because she wasn’t their friend she was just their teacher and they didn’t have to like her or ‘bond’ with her to just shut up, listen and do what they were told to. Told to by her that was. In this case however, she would be gone soon enough and she did wanted to be able to have a relationship with the towns people without being labelled as the torturer of young minds otherwise know as “Teacher”.
Kathryn was fascinated by how many times the young man could flush a deep bright red. He was mature enough however to not even try to deny it. “Ms. Benedikt, I… um.. I know she doesn’t know. I prefer it that way actually.” Sean looked her straight in the eyes
The temporary English teacher gave him a nod and just moved to the closest table. Patrick was already bringing her a steaming cup of coffee. After thanking him and aking her first sip of the warm nectar her feigned disinterest paid off. The youth approached her and waited what her next move would be.
“Maybe I shouldn’t give you such an advanced warning but in the next class we’ll be doing some re-enacting of Shakespeare’s plays. This falls into our ‘love’ theme because we will be discussing hidden love, something you’ll find pleasing I suppose. It is about verbal sparring and how wit can hide and give away that elusive love-thing” Kathryn wasn’t looking up at him but his unnatural quietness was telling enough. “It will not be about Romeo and Juliet, everyone has seen the movie version with that blond twit from the other movie with the sinking boat.”
“Titanic.”
“Yes, that one, never could finish that movie in one setting, thought it was horribly cliché but that is rather off topic. Next time we will be discussing the love story of Beatrice and Benedick. It’s rather light material compared to the big tragedies.” Kathryn deigned to look up at the poor boy and delivered the punch line of this scene.
“I will be pairing people off who will be suited for each other. Perhaps you’ll find it worthy of your time and effort to come to that class armed with knowledge, wit and the desire to do battle for your lady love.” Blowing at her coffee Kathryn dismissed the boy with a wave of her hand and returned all her attention to the cup in her hands. She heard the boy walk to the other side of the room to clean something and behind her the sound of breathing became more noticeable.
“I have to say that the parallels between what you teach these children and how our relationship develops is rather uncanny wouldn’t you agree?” A voice filled with contempt was behind her. She didn’t even bother to look because it was obvious who it was.
“What, my dear lady Disdain, are you yet living?”
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‘Those kids were demons and Philistines all at once’. This was the predominant running though Kathryn’s mind while escape…. walking to her car. She substituted a 10th grade class for a colleague today, on top of her other classes, and she was exhausted. Other than trying to impart some knowledge unto the uninterested youths; she also a stack of assignments consisting of awful poetry to grade. She was not looking forward to this weekend.
Kathryn decided she would stop in town for a bite to eat before driving home. She parked her car in front of the “Irish Pub” that every two-bit village seemed to have. It was adorned with green paint and an old-fashioned wooden sign with a leprechaun painted on it completed the faux Irish look.
Stepping out of the car, Kathryn had to remind herself to not lock it. The first couple of days she noticed she received funny looks when she did that because no one else here locked their cars. So it took some time but she finally got into the habit of not locking it. Her house was Fort Knox however, locked and safe and that was the way it was going to stay.
Entering the pub she smiled and nodded to the man tending the bar, A robust middle aged red head who might have been the poster boy for the ex-pat Irish everywhere. Patrick Sullivan looked Irish, wore an apron in the colors of the Irish flag, spoke with a faint accent and drank more beer and whiskey, Irish off course, than anyone she knew.
“Katie- girl! It’s been too long since you’ve been here. I missed ya.” He exclaimed while walking round the bar to envelope her in a bear hug. They made their acquaintance when Belle, her demon spawn of a friend, took her to see the pub. Or more likely to see Brady Fowler, a kind of second cousin thrice removed or something of the Sullivan family.
From the corner of her eyes she saw not one but two other familiar faces; Trudy Sullivan was cleaning up some tables and carrying the plates back to the kitchen. She was unaware that someone watched her slim figure walking through the room. Kathryn moved to the side of the room where the darts were and addressed the young man.
“You know that she hasn’t got the faintest clue do you? That you like her I mean.” Normally Kathryn didn’t interfere with the children’s lives because she wasn’t their friend she was just their teacher and they didn’t have to like her or ‘bond’ with her to just shut up, listen and do what they were told to. Told to by her that was. In this case however, she would be gone soon enough and she did wanted to be able to have a relationship with the towns people without being labelled as the torturer of young minds otherwise know as “Teacher”.
Kathryn was fascinated by how many times the young man could flush a deep bright red. He was mature enough however to not even try to deny it. “Ms. Benedikt, I… um.. I know she doesn’t know. I prefer it that way actually.” Sean looked her straight in the eyes
The temporary English teacher gave him a nod and just moved to the closest table. Patrick was already bringing her a steaming cup of coffee. After thanking him and aking her first sip of the warm nectar her feigned disinterest paid off. The youth approached her and waited what her next move would be.
“Maybe I shouldn’t give you such an advanced warning but in the next class we’ll be doing some re-enacting of Shakespeare’s plays. This falls into our ‘love’ theme because we will be discussing hidden love, something you’ll find pleasing I suppose. It is about verbal sparring and how wit can hide and give away that elusive love-thing” Kathryn wasn’t looking up at him but his unnatural quietness was telling enough. “It will not be about Romeo and Juliet, everyone has seen the movie version with that blond twit from the other movie with the sinking boat.”
“Titanic.”
“Yes, that one, never could finish that movie in one setting, thought it was horribly cliché but that is rather off topic. Next time we will be discussing the love story of Beatrice and Benedick. It’s rather light material compared to the big tragedies.” Kathryn deigned to look up at the poor boy and delivered the punch line of this scene.
“I will be pairing people off who will be suited for each other. Perhaps you’ll find it worthy of your time and effort to come to that class armed with knowledge, wit and the desire to do battle for your lady love.” Blowing at her coffee Kathryn dismissed the boy with a wave of her hand and returned all her attention to the cup in her hands. She heard the boy walk to the other side of the room to clean something and behind her the sound of breathing became more noticeable.
“I have to say that the parallels between what you teach these children and how our relationship develops is rather uncanny wouldn’t you agree?” A voice filled with contempt was behind her. She didn’t even bother to look because it was obvious who it was.
“What, my dear lady Disdain, are you yet living?”