I’ll put it away after,” Archie replied in his whiniest tone. “Come on, Archie. Let’s go.” Marisol clapped her hands, an early mistake that sent her breasts on a wild dance. Marisol’s hands shook as she pulled down her pants, and she caught herself crying for the first time since the start of her tutelage. I’m up… Not that she had seen many in her life, but Archie’s penis always felt incompatible with her mouth the same way her large breasts felt incompatible with her petite frame. “The guy’s so old he wants everything on paper.”
“There’s a year’s worth of homework here! He gave me this.” Archie handed Marisol a crumpled paper ball that once was an official list. Now, flirtatious was too soft a word. Marisol massaged her own breasts harder than she’d like to painfully transfer a fraction of the kneading to the hidden penis between them. Marisol found out long after her fellow Bachelor of Education graduates had ransacked the bank of tutoring positions, leaving her entire career in the hands of, sigh…
