Coach Conklin places her left hand on her hip and gives you an expectant smile: “Yes, I know. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“Excuse me?” You sound with surprise.
“Principal Skinner sent out a memo this morning indicating you would be joining us today to deliver a message,” she says as she displays the clipboard she had been holding with her right hand. “So if you have a message to deliver, why are you headed toward the boy’s locker room? The girl’s locker room is back here and my girl's are rather impatient.” She waves the clipboard back in a pointing fashion toward the door behind her. "You really don't want to keep a room full of teenage girls waiting now do you?" She says with a mischevious grin.
Although it seems clear your powers are at work, you are still in a state of disbelief. It just isn’t possible that Coach Conklin is in the process of ushering you into the girl’s locker room so that you can deliver your “message”. You find yourself frozen in place, not exactly sure what to do.
Coach Conklin looks at her watch. “James, I don’t have time for this. Its getting late. If you don’t get in there right now, I’m going to have to write you up for directly disobeying the Principal’s orders.”
“Hey, I’m supposed to help him deliver the message.” The voice of your friend Justin Matthews calls from behind. You had completely forgotten he was standing there.
“Nice try Mr. Matthews, but I don’t think you’ll be fulfilling any of your perverted fantasies today. That privilege is reserved for James," she shoots you a quick seductive wink and you swear her body shudders as she says your name. She turns back toward Justin: "Now you better get into the boy's locker room and change immediately or you’ll be late for gym. Coach Franklin won't be happy.”
“But what about him?” Justin cries.
“Again, I don’t have time for this,” the Coach says as she moves toward you and grabs you by the arm, pulling you in her direction. Although she is now leading you toward the girl’s room, she continues facing Justin: “Don’t compare yourself to James. Now go before I call security and tell them you were trying to sneak into the girl's locker room.” She sternly orders, pointing him toward the boy’s locker room door with her clipboard. "The nerve of some people these days."
She then turns back toward you. “I just hope we aren’t too late,” her tone now much softer and with sincere concern as she removes her grip on your arm and instead takes your hand as if in a romantic grasp.
“Too late?” You ask.
“To deliver your message,” she sighs as she pushes open the girl’s locker room door, leading you inside. You turn as the door closes behind you just in time to see Justin standing alone in the hallway with a completely dumbfounded look on his face. |