â€œWake up, Bobby!â€Â Tammy hissed as she sat bolt upright in the bed, grabbed Bobby by his shoulders, and shook him frantically.Â â€œThatâ€™s Tim!Â He canâ€™t find you here!â€
The rattling downstairs was getting louder.Â â€œGo out the window!Â Hurry!â€Â Tammy whispered.Â â€œLike this??â€Â Bobby was standing by the side of the bed now, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes and get his bearings.Â He was naked as a pale, skinny, fifteen-year-old jaybird.Â His face was transfixed with terror and confusion.Â Tammy couldnâ€™t believe he was just standing there.Â She grabbed the pile of clothes next to the bed and shoved it into his arms, spun him around to face the window.Â â€œGo, go go go!Â Heâ€™s coming!â€ she hissed.
Just then, Tim burst through the bedroom door.Â He was a swarthy, thirty-five-year-old iron worker, with a thin beard defining his square jaw and biceps that looked like they could snap Bobby in two like a twig.
Tammy grabbed the corner of the bedsheet and pulled it up in front of her naked 33-year-old body.Â â€œTim, I can explain,â€ she pleaded,Â â€œItâ€™s not what it looks like!â€
â€œIs this one of your students?â€ Tim asked stiffly.
â€œHe just got done mowing the lawn, and he was all sweaty, and he didnâ€™t want to go all the way home to shower before he went to his The Slipper and The Rose rehearsal, so I said he could shower here.Â I was changing my clothes to go to the PTA meeting and Bobby just accidentally came out the bathroom door into our room instead of back to the guest room where he was changing.â€
â€œWell!Â Bobby, was it?â€”Bobby,â€ Tim snarled through his clenched teeth, â€œI suggest you throw those clothes out that window and follow them, â€˜cause if youâ€™re still here when I count five, Iâ€™m getting my friends Smith & Wesson and theyâ€™re gonna join the party!â€
â€œYes sir, Mr. Gardner.Â Iâ€™m outa here,â€ Bobby stammered.Â â€œAnd donâ€™t worry about paying me for the lawn.Â Tammyâ€”I mean, Mrs. Gardnerâ€”took care of me,â€¦ I mean took care of it,â€¦ I mean she already gave me something,â€¦ Never mind!â€Â Heâ€™d been throwing on his boxers as he was talking.Â He threw the rest of his clothes out the window and hopped out onto the roof.
Tammy and Tim just stood glaring at each other.Â Tammy was shivering with fear. Â Her face was flushed and red.Â â€œWhat are you going to do?â€ she asked.Â
â€œIâ€™m going to give you what bad girls deserve,â€ he sneered.Â He slid over to the nightstand and opened the drawer.Â He pulled out a peppermint-striped wooden paddle engraved with the Greek letters Eta Beta Zeta, Timâ€™s old fraternity.Â â€œYouâ€™re getting a good spanking!â€
â€œOhh, I love it when youâ€™re forceful.Â But before you give me my punishmentâ€¦â€Â She threw aside the sheet and rubbed her not-as-perky-as-they-used-to-be but still firm breasts against his sweaty t-shirt, â€œcanâ€™t we get rid of this icky oldâ€¦hard hat?â€
â€œSure, baby,â€ he said, tossing aside his yellow hard hat as she ripped the tank top off his hairy, rock-hard chest.Â He picked her up like she was a throw pillow and tossed her onto the bed.
Tammy lifted her chin off her fist and opened her eyes.Â Bobby Felton was standing there in front of her desk, holding his math test.Â â€œAre you all right?â€
â€œYes, Bobby, thanks,â€ said Tammy, taking the test from him.Â â€œI guess I just dozed off for a second.Â The baby kept me up all night.â€
â€œYes, Mrs. Gardner.â€Â
As he returned to his seat, Tammy took a good long look at Bobbyâ€™s tight little butt.Â A tiny hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth as she looked at the clock.Â â€œOK class,â€ she said, â€œtimeâ€™s up.Â Bring your tests up here and have a good weekend.â€
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