Episode 226: NOT MY TYPE

Horton-Dexter High School! Doors opened by five minutes. Seconds after Kelly Herbert delayed the inevitable. Yes, another angle in time. Do your best to keep up!

“Thanks for the ride, Mrs. M.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Travis.” Josie McKellen put her SUV in park and shut the engine off. “Your mother helps me out when I struggle to get the girls home, so it makes sense to scratch one another’s back. Next time, however, be a gentleman and offer to pump my gas.”

“No problem! I do it for mom all the time. I still can’t believe mom brought my book bag.”

“That was nice of her.”

“Yeah! Did you see what she was wearing? Dom’s muscle shirt. I’m glad she didn’t get out of her car or every guy in sight might have seen her half naked.” Oh, they did! She did! He would learn that later.

“Can’t forget Chandra.” Dakota pointed out seeing the beautiful Ms. Mahkarti park directly next to them preventing the eldest twin from opening her door. “And Mimi.” It was as if synchronized parking was a brand-new sport. Mimi Alexander followed Chandra next in line, then finally, newly rehired band and music teacher Marcella VanCamp. Josie, Travis, and Sable got out on her side next to Roger Dundee’s pickup truck. He was already indoors. Dakota waiting on Chandra due to their doors so close met one another with an excuse me smile as the Hindi Goddess left her car first and playfully waved at her student. Dakota loved Chandra as much as anyone and the bond was always cheery.

Once Dakota joined Chandra outdoors, they congregated with Josie and Mimi. “While we’re on the subject of rides to and from home.” Josie giddily patted both teachers on the shoulders, “Thank you both for being kind enough to get my lovely’s home when I can’t always get them there.”

“I’m lovely!” Travis teased batting his eyelashes at the ladies. Chandra batted hers back and added, “In our eyes you are quite lovely.” Josie and Mimi smirked over Chandra’s culture clash attitude. It took Dakota to say, “Queer!” to entice Travis to try palming her face. “Ewww! Get away from me you have cooties.”

“He does not have cooties.” Sable defended her man even if she often betrayed the boy. Chandra eying their behavior smiled at their connective tissue. To a small degree Chandra appeared jealous and went so far as to palm Trav’s face as he had done to Dakota.

“If he has cooties then so do I.”

“Uhhh? Who has cooties and why do you want them?” Marcella joined the group as they slowly walked toward the school entrance. “Don’t answer that. I don’t want any. First day with no dress code. You ladies all look nice.” She referred to Josie, Mimi, and Chandra. Eying Dakota’s opened cleavage she fidgeted and dared to primp the girl’s vertical hem. “Forget a few buttons?”

“Nooo! Go away! Now you have cooties too.” Dakota abandoned her sister and the others running away before any further disagreements over voluntary dress malfunctions could be fixed.

“You two wore the same dresses today. Taking that identical twin thing to the extreme?” Marci sighed.

“We just felt like dressing alike. No way will you see me with my dress opened like that.” Sable lied through her teeth. “I won’t disrespect Travis.” Trav grew smug and held her hand even tighter. Again, Chandra slyly pouted. Walking behind Travis alongside Marci, Chandra nibbled her lower lip and could not stop staring at his butt. Marci hadn’t even noticed until she turned to Chandra.

“Even you Mahkarti. You’re in a shorter dress than usual. What gives?” Marci still had white slacks and a button up blouse.

“I am trying to blend in. Long skirts are quite hot. Not Mumbai hot, but hot.”

“Still hot Chandra.” Trav chuckled over his shoulder then bulged his eyes as Sable swatted at him. “Just saying! It’s like 72 right now. Mrs. M and Mimi have the right idea.” Both women could barely hide their assets their skirts were so short. “I can only imagine how cool Piper will be.”

“Digging your grave Mister.” Marci chuckled noting Sable’s own skirt nearly as short as her mother’s. Seconds ago, she said she wouldn’t disrespect her man, yet no way was that girl wearing underwear, the light shining between her white skirt alluded to skin. Either Travis was stupid, or she was doing that for him. “Their lives!” She ended her thought on the subject. “Hey Josie? Did Piper mention to you anything about you and I teaming up for a new drama department?”

“She did. That sounds like fun. It’s been a few years since we put on a play. We’ll have to sit down and figure out what might work and coordinate with the other schools, so we don’t copy them.”

“Do the other schools even have a performing arts? I guess I’m out of the teaching loop.”

“That is a good question. I’ll see if Jan or Marsha in the main office will enquire about that.”

“Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!” Trav busted up laughing. “It slays me when I hear Jan Grady do that to Marsha.” Everyone did snicker, it was a fact.

“We had better get to our classes.” Josie ended the laughter at the turnstile. “Have a great day staff.” Mimi and Josie left the others behind with intentions to head up to the second floor. The ladies only made it as far as the principal’s office when Carl Manley popped his head out to halt them. Abandoned by Sable, Trav walked with Chandra and goofily offered her his vacant hand. She eyed it and oddly accepted with a brilliant smile. Oh, how students were watching like a gawk!

“Might I escort thee to thy class Milady?”

“Are you trying out for a play already?” Marci chuckled and waved them on. Students in the hallways eyeballed Travis and Chandra and mimicked them behind their backs. Of course, even as dumb as Travis often was, merely naive, no, downright stupid, he flipped anyone behind him off and carried on until delivering her to her classroom threshold. A curtsy upon arrival Chandra entered her room and Trav faced the students with swagger.

“Hey! You just have to know how to treat the ladies.” Every girl but two flipped him off back. “Invitations if I ever saw one.” Whatever! Sandy Martin hurled his book bag at him in passing. Unloaded burden on her depart was such sweet sorrow.

“You halted us Oh, Lord of the Realm?” Josie and Mimi stepped into the office, Marci right behind them. Carl turned around and gave everyone room to enter a packed house. All available seats were taken by students and a certain Pastor Martin.

“Tabitha!” Josie greeted her once troublesome student with a welcoming embrace. “How are you feeling sweetie?”

“A whole lot better.”

“I thought I’d deliver my kid in person. Good morning, ladies.”

“Hello Jon.” Josie winked. “I guess our prayers worked.”

“Always!” He grinned. “Look who’s back Tab.” A point at Marci, Tabitha abandoned Josie like a plague of locusts. Hugging Marci the girls were almost giddy.

“Which brings me to why I called you in here.” Carl slapped his palms together. “Tabitha?” Attention on, “Since I know Marci here is your personal favorite, and she doesn’t have an official class set up yet I’m moving you from Josie’s 1st period English to help Marci for a few days. You two can decorate the old band room again. Damon Rice left me a voicemail that he was going to have his classes build those instrument storage cabinets so they will be in and out all day long in erecting them.” Josie hearing erect and in and out was already smiling. She needed Reese Teller badly. “So, without further ado I will let you and Marcella do your thing.”

“That means jam out to music and kill time watching sweaty boys build cabinets.” Marci laughed. Being an under the radar lesbian Tabitha merely fidgeted over the sweaty men angle. A subtle, “Yay!” was all she had to offer until something dawned on her.

“Wait! Will I still pass English if I’m not in that class anymore?”

“Double duty!” Carl sighed, “You’re a straight A student anyway so Josie here can send homework home with you as required.”

“So, do English at home?”

“Correct!”

“Hold on.” Tabitha strangely took Josie by her arm and led her back out into the hallway. A racket and gathering down the hall had many of the students congested at the teacher’s lounge. “Is that a fight?” Moans heard Josie clenched her teeth.

“No! I think that’s Piper holding a private pep rally.”

“You guys are freaks.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know why I brought you out here. Do you think I’m dumb and blind? Even before my measles I knew you were teasing 1st period. Uhhh? Disgracebook much?”

“Crap! Sweetie, I’m so sorry. We’ve worried how you might accept things.”

“My dad had a talk with me. I knew even before he brought things up. Teachers all across Nashville are acting slutty. Some of them I love watching.” She blushed. “Jade Jacobs is so hot. She’s bi!”

“Oh, really?” Josie was learning her affinity for females in this short conversation. “I’ll go with Marci, but you don’t have to hide from me. I might believe in God and all, but I am human. Dad makes mistakes too, trust me. He knows I like girls, now you do too. I just haven’t come out yet. Well, I guess I did, to you at least.”

“Aww! Be yourself Sweetie! No one will treat you any differently.”

“Yeah, right!”

“Is everything okay out here?” Jon Martin stepped out just in case. With Carl now talking to Mimi over her class performance and Marci playing jailer to the Terrible Trio of a yawning Neo Pryor, Dillon Kirkpatrick, and Hoyt Rollins, he was bored.

“We’re fine.” Josie reported, “Coming to an understanding is all.”

“Did you tell Mrs. McKellen what we discussed?”

“Yeah! I told her I liked girls. Now two people know.”

“I’m pretty sure Miss Cherry knows too.” Jon clenched his own teeth. “I forgot to mention she, Mister Manley, and I had a talk about you. So, technically four.”

“Wonderful!”

“You need to stop that.” Marci gave up her post eavesdropping to let it be known. “Five! Even I knew your preference, Tabitha. I’ll take her from here.” She moved in behind Tabitha yet patted Jon on the arm. “If anyone needs us, we’ll be making sweet music together.”

“WHAT?” Tabitha beamed thinking that Marci liked her in that way.

“Mind out of the gutter.” A light swat to the back of Tabitha’s head made her pout. “We can plan out Friday’s game and figure out when to have a last band recital beforehand. If the game doesn’t get rained out that is. You and I make a great team Flute Loops!”

“I guess we do.” Led away Josie and Jon moved closer to one another.

“Is that a fight down the hallway?” Jon repeated his daughter’s earlier assessment.

“More than likely Piper! Don’t ask! I’m sure it involves semi-nudity. Uh? Maybe total nudity.”

“Ah! I bet that’s hot.” He dialed his own lust back, “So, how have you been?”

“I’m great! We both know what I’m capable of.”

“Since making those new acquaintances via text?” That comment sparked a narrowing of eyes toward the good pastor Jon.

“You know about that?”

“I saw Superintendent Bolger coming in earlier. It’s possible he might have been with Piper there in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Bolger is here?” She seemed shaken by the fact, trembling and rubbing her upper arms. In peering away from Jon, he found a second to glimpse Josie’s own cleavage. With her biceps pressing together to rub those arms her 34B’s were looking, almighty last supper. Even Jon as a Pastor had impure thoughts on occasion.

“He’s checking things out for the board it seems.” Watchtower! Josie did not know them by codename or title. “I’m privy to quite a bit. As a matter of fact, I was just talking to Carl about the caregiver I arranged to look over his wife while he works here. That seems to be a match made in boot camp.” He laughed, “As long as Margaret gets the necessary care she deserves.”

“Oh, really? Carl hasn’t mentioned it. I’ll have to grill him later.”

“Are you certain we shouldn’t check on Miss Cherry? I hear a lot of moaning. Students are obviously observing them.” Now that the Jock Flock was waved away.

“The bell is going to end that here soon. Trust me she’s as crazy as I am. Tabitha said she saw my exploits on Disgracebook. How that, does not put me behind bars I’ll never know. Half the teachers in Nashville for that matter.” It went far beyond the schools; she knew of a bank here in town that was risqué as well thanks to her husband Henry. Even the goings on at local fast-food joints was a telltale sign. Still, after being arrested over the past weekend the cops were in her court system.

“By all rights! However, I happen to know many of those videos can be photoshopped with CGI.” A wink her way led her to cock an eyebrow. “I would NEVER worry.”

“This sounds like a pep talk.”

“You’ve already been informed of your safety in such cases. Even I am under certain safeguards.”

“What exactly are we hiding Jon?”

“Every move we make. Every breath we take. They’ll be watching you.”

“Are you quoting the Police?” She loved that song!

“I am.” Another wink.

“Oh! I think I get where you’re going with this. I’m protected by the police. Namely certain officer’s I’ve known for decades now. Well, recently met ones too.”

“You all are Josie.” He alluded to the school. “Piper! Miss Alexander! Mavis Hale! Campuses city wide! Everyone!”

“Tabitha mentioned a Jade Jacobs.”

“A fellow academic of yours. Another school! You really should peruse Disgracebook, and learn a few things for yourself.”

“I’ll do that.”

“I had better get home. Tell Piper I said hello.”

“I will. Thanks for the nod.”

“Stop by the church sometime.”

“I was parked at a church last night, does that count?” She giggled. “Don’t ask.”

“Don’t tell!” Jon dared to pat Josie on the ass beneath her skirt. Contact felt she smirked.

“I won’t!”

“Wouldn’t matter if you did.” A last wink her direction Jon waved at Carl and Mimi in the doorway and headed for the exit.

“Step it up Squeaky.” Carl escorted Mimi from his office. If her in-school master only knew her outdoor master Anson Potter had ordered much the same, he might not be so cordial. Mimi refrained from admitting her morning meet with Potter and her old school chum Catalina Juarez, fearing Carl would object and create problems for her in fulfilling Potter’s command. Like Mimi, Carl didn’t have it in him yet to mention bringing Mimi home as Margaret suggested. Too soon! “You too, McKellen! No worries from here on out.”

“Shall we HO?” Go! Josie giggled and walked with Mimi past Piper in the lounge. They heard her but definitely had so many students around her that seeing was not even possible. “How did she get to school before me?” No road construction now, it was a fast 60 in a 30. Oh, yeah! The gas station. Duh! Wait! If Piper was in the lounge, who was by the lockers? So confusing! It was called a football huddle. With a cheerleader amidst! Hike! Hike! That skirt!

“GENTLEMEN!” Carl returned to the half-asleep Trio of expelled returnees. Reviving them the boys sat up straight. “You have fifteen minutes before bell. I’m insisting on good behavior from this minute forward. No more harassing Travis Herbert. Is that understood?”

“Does that include girls?” Neo dared to invite a scowl. “With no dress code now every single outfit the ladies are wearing look Counsellor Cherry short.”

“Right! Mrs. M and Mimi are ... I’ll shut up now.” Hoyt sighed. “Sorry Sir.”

“It’s impossible not to look and drool. I get it boys. I have no control over that much. Just don’t get too handsy like that wrestling match upstairs with Piper, Kirkpatrick.” The boy shrank in his seat.

“How is she getting away with nudity? All of these bit-- er-- teachers. I don’t even get how we could have gotten expelled when they don’t get fired over that.”

“Did you three really want to be trapped here when you could go out and party with Knox Hardecker?” They each shot glares at one another wondering how he knew so much. “Listen! In all reality I don’t give a damn what you idiots do. The only issue I have is when you make good people suffer over your mischief. Herbert might not be the brightest bulb in a supernova, but he doesn’t deserve being pissed on, tied naked to bleachers, or shoved around. If you three want to stay off of my radar, then keep your mischief less violent. Concerning the teachers? I think you numb nuts know things go beyond the norm everywhere.”

“Right!” Dillon sat up straight and lifted his cell, “Disgracebook is full of toxic lollipop porn that goes on in town. That’s why we don’t appreciate being punished.”

“I’ll be more than happy to boot you three out again. I’m sure your parents will love that. Would they even call me to complain? I somehow doubt it.”

“They know what goes on.” Neo sighed, “My dad was telling my uncle about a few teachers over at Harvester-Kent and Lafayette this morning at breakfast. They asked me about Mrs. M and the Bookers. What was I supposed to say? They loved watching her getting hammered. Piper’s crowd surfing was a big hit at my house too.”

“My parents don’t delve into that site.” Hoyt sighed. “Saves me explaining half of what I don’t know.”

“Gents?” Carl held his palms facing them for silence. “You boys know there’s zero you can say or do about any of that. Complaining only creates problems for you more than it ever would me.”

“Who’s complaining?” Neo chimed back in, “I hope it gets worse.”

Another bell sounding out of the main office Carl patted his desk top. “Worse or better?”

“BETTER!” All three boys grinned as one.

“That’s what I thought. Keep your noses clean and just learn to enjoy the show. Acting up brings you right back to those front row seats to my scowl. Now do me a favor and take those chairs back to the teachers’ lounge and hit the books.”

No argument there the Terrible Trio jumped to their feet and carried their chairs out into the hallway, missing Whitmore Bolger leave by five minutes. With many students gone the cluster around Piper Cherry’s new atmosphere left her with her back to the lockers and sitting on the floor amid a swimming pool of love juice. Frazzled and panting Piper fanned her features with a puffed out lower lip. Only Tawny Martin stood nearby fiddling with her skirt and looking cheated by Piper’s hostile makeover. Bitch! All yours, assholes!

“What happened to you? Did that big dude leave?” Hoyt and Dillon looked around for Bolger but concluded he was long gone. Neo chuckled seeing her with her dress unzipped and a full-frontal reveal of her net covered flesh, one nipple out, one hidden by her dress partially. Her cunt was weeping on the tile. “Wait! Are you fucking students finally?”

“No, I’m NOT..., She withheld the truth on that subject for now and spoke at a low volume, “ ... fingers only!” Pant! Pant! “Lots and lots of fingers.”

“Need help up?” Hoyt sat his chair down and offered a hand.

“About last night.” She accepted and carefully stood up on her stiletto heels. Wobbly with quivering limbs she used that chair to sit right back down in. “You have chairs. Sit!” Neo and Dillon shrugged and sat down in the hall with her. Hoyt feeling left out led Piper to rise up and point, giving up her seat. Taking it she then sat down in Hoyt’s lap. Lucky fucker! Even if her ass was wringing wet and letting his jeans soak her up like a sponge. They all laughed, even Piper who shamelessly stretched back into Hoyt’s chest. Feeling weak she used Hoyt’s hands like a seatbelt. “Better lock me in, I might slide right off.”

“You are fucking awesome.” Dillon chuckled.

“As I started to babble, about last night. Let’s keep that situation with Mace and me to yourselves. You all know I can make life hell for any slipped lips.” Her cunt was gasping as much as her lungs were, hard not to stare at. “Eyes up here!” Snap! Semi snap! “Last night was a huge mistake on my part. I had been drinking.” Not that drunk! “I know you guys watched Josie and I too.”