Teaghan #2
“It’s Teaghan,” I said, reminding him that I was not just some lady, “Sir, Malone is a gifted student. I won’t let that happen, but I do have to ask if something is going on at home?
” The look he gave had me stoned right where I sat.
His jaw flinched, but I readjusted and didn’t back down.
Again I offered him a seat and he obliged.
Houston wasn’t willing to make eye contact.
His head was in his hands and his leg shook.
Something was wrong. The nurturer in me caused me to place a gentle hand on his back and finally, his eyes met mine.
Panty soaking eyes made my pussy start to drip.
My mind said look away, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t dare break the glare and look away.
Nothing about what he had going on or his icy tone scared me.
He would have to come harder than that to intimidate me.
“Home is fine. It’s just me and him, been that way for about three years now.
Of course, he misses his mother but he’s not a bad kid.
I’m doing my best to raise him right. He’s young but so smart you know?
” he continued to ramble, and I just listened.
Another child caught in a real-life situation that school just didn’t care about.
With a father apparently keeping a lot in.
This was the hard part. Society allowed personal leave for adults but didn’t extend the same to children.
Children were expected to suppress and operate during school hours as if they weren’t dealing with shit at home.
Adults hadn’t mastered cutting the shit on and off so how did we expect kids to do so?
How could we expect them to deal with a fucked- up home life and come to school business as usual?
Some could and some couldn’t. The playing field wasn’t fair.
“Mr. McGraw, I would like for you to bring, Malone, to my office. I own a small doctor’s office across town in Rambleton.
I think we can help him, but you have to be on board and persistent.
It’s very possible that Malone is struggling and that’s not your fault.
I’m not here to point fingers or offer some overnight cure.
But if he is struggling with loss it’s definitely something I would like you to consider.
I also think Malone isn’t challenged. His grades are well above average.
We need to consider sports or something that keeps his attention,” I winked, handing him my business card.
Patience was difficult for men. I knew that from my own father.
Malone needed patience, guidance, a challenge, and normalcy.
“I’m not putting him on medication and even your beautiful smile won’t change that,” he responded.
Blushing at his second compliment I tucked in my bottom lip and cleared my throat.
The lust was building in my throat under his powerful glare.
His compliments weren’t grand but for a woman that hadn’t been able to keep a man in years, it was refreshing.
I enjoyed it so much I wanted to hear another one and from him only.
The way it rolled off his tongue and dripped with seduction was inappropriate for a school setting.
But I crossed my legs serving up my thick smooth thigh on a silver platter.
Straight hoe shit but o’well the thirst was real right now.
“No medicine, got it. No pressure, no rush but I think we need to have a serious conversation about how we can assist your son. Please, I urge you to give me a call,” I finished standing to leave.
My next plan was to have a conversation with Ms. Norwood.
She had some explaining to do. Not mentioning Malone was without his mother was a problem.
His father was raising him by himself and needed some fucking slack.
None of that had been discussed and now I felt the agitation he was feeling moments ago.
With hope that he would call so we could get to the bottom of things, I led him out to Malone.
Seeing his sadness made my easy spirit want to intervene more even when I knew I shouldn’t.
My struggle was being overbearing and too quick to assist. After my conversation with Roderick, I knew exactly what my friends meant about me doing too much for those undeserving.
There was Mark with the little dick but largest ego I had ever encountered, he scattered after I offered to pay for dinner. Samuel with the money but no sense of respect for commitment, he left when I brought up the word title. And Josh, he was the
man with the master plan, but those plans didn’t include a family.
He left after my first pregnancy scare. It didn’t matter that I gave them all I had to give.
It didn’t matter how well I cooked or how smart I was.
They simply weren’t ready. Each one them took me to my highest and brought me to my lowest. There was no way I should ever put my heart back into a situation, but for Mr. Hazel eyes and big goofy ears I could consider it and pretend I was also ready.
After watching him leave so quickly I doubted he would reach out, but I would keep my hopes up.
It was a shame that he wouldn’t, but it was probably for the best. My heart couldn’t take another man using my kindness and then fleeing as if I wasn’t the best damn thing that happened to them.
Houston seemed like a nice guy and yes he was good looking, extremely fine like a good drink.
It went down smooth with a little bitterness that brought so much joy once it settled in.
Yea he was like a good cup of warm bourbon.
I would never know because as I said he wouldn’t call.
Right now he didn’t see the need. Prayerfully, he would make a liar out of me.