She wailed unreservedly as the youngster came with a roar. Rosie smiled and told him that was better. A ‘work colleague’, the pair seemed closer than Matthew might have liked. Matthew could hardly miss the lascivious look in Rosie’s eye as her hip brushed his groin in a furtive appraisal. Dolled up in a tight-fitting black dress that highlighted her ample bosom, she was no typical school teacher. “Ah yes, you were on bikes, you and your um…”
“Yes, that’s right, Tom couldn’t make it tonight.”
“Your husband?”
“Boyfriend,” she corrected. “Oh my God, I think it’s some of my students,” she whispered, clinging like a limpet to her chaperone’s side. When she did eventually catch a breath, it came in fits and starts, powerless to resist his advances but knowing she had to. Without warning, Matthew was nudged aside and Rosie was accosted, the carefree lads, seemingly unaware it was their teacher. To her relief, Tom issued a deep sigh and pushed the door shut once more, blackening the driveway and the two conjoined figures.
