As Miss Wilson finishes erasing the chalkboard, Sarah's composure is practically disintegrating before your eyes--you can see a bead of perspiration crawl down the side of her face, along her jaw and down her neck.
Miss Wilson turns from the board, brushing a loose strand of her long black hair away from her face. She notices your eyes, which are still focused on the drop of moisture which you just watched creep its way into the top of Sarah's blouse.
"If you can take your eyes off Sarah's chest for just one moment...?" she says. You gulp and turn to look back at Miss Wilson. She has her hands on her hips as she glares at you. Then she turns on Sarah. You can hear Sarah's intake of breath, and in the corner of your eyes you see her chest swell as she gasps. Only through an effort of will do you keep from turning your head towards her breasts again. Watching Miss Wilson, however, you can see by the look on her face that she has realized where the weak link is...Miss Wilson seems almost flushed, like a tigress ready to pounce.
Maybe if you speak up now, you can keep Sarah from blurting out anything that will get you both expelled. Then again, Miss Wilson seems pretty wrought up, and antagonizing her may not be the way to go... |