"Let's see if I can't do something about that," Miss Hart said to Thomas.
Thomas heard her, though he was not looking at her, nor anyone else. Though she no longer stood within eyesight, after he had spent so much time in her mouth, Thomas found his mind was still staring at Vikki.
Finally, Miss Hart realized that. Not about to allow herself to lose out to a student, let alone one in a different hallway, she approached Thomas. She then used her right hand to raise his chin, until his eyes were looking into hers.
"Did you hear me, Thomas?" she asked him. "I want you to let me try and fix your little problem," she added, pointing to his appendage that was practically pointing back.
"I'm sorry, Miss Hart," he said, shaking his head to keep his concentration on current events, "but one is my limit."
"That's not true!" she protested. "Why, I've heard you have covered some of my fellow faculty with enough product to fill that pool... Several times over!"
"Yeah," he said, sounding uncharacteristically shy. "My limit is once in front my classmates... Per class... Per day."
She was silent for a moment, which much of the class took as their best chance to look over her body, knowing it might soon be leaving them.
"Very well," she answered simply. "Then, why don't you come back to my office?"
Thomas nodded silently. As they walked toward the same exit Vikki had used, another student called out.
"Uh... Miss Hart. what should we do for the rest of class?" they asked.
She stopped, turning to face the gathered group.
"Split up as best you can," she said. "Some of you get wet in the pool, and some of you... Uhh... Another way. Just remember the rule: No mixing of the two."
Receiving nods from several students, she continued to leave, a transfixed Thomas following close behind. |