Chapter 11: The PE Teacher

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She was just a touch above average in looks. At first glance, Nixon Walker had found her unremarkable, but when she smiled, he couldn't explain why he was suddenly captivated. She didn't have any baby fat in her cheeks, and she wasn't particularly busty. Lean-even spare-might have described her. Yet strength seemed to inhabit her whole body, a beauty born of power. Her skin had a warm, sun‑kissed glow. A baggy tracksuit hid whatever figure she had, and her hair lay loose over her shoulders. "I'm here from the provincial capital on a teaching support assignment. I teach Grade Two, and I'm the PE teacher for the whole school." "Oh-right!" Nixon didn't want to admit he'd just been staring. "Hi, I teach first grade. Hey, beautiful-no, sorry-what's your name?" He almost let "beautiful" slip out, then caught himself. She didn't seem to mind. Instead, she tipped her head and smiled, a shyness at odds with the rest of her presence. "My name is Miranda. Your class has PE first period this afternoon out on the field. Want to come by?" "Sure." Watching a beautiful teacher run a PE class sounded promising. With that thought, he ate lunch with her. In between bites, he learned more. Miranda had arrived only a short while before him and had already taught for two months. On paper, she was supposed to leave in ten months. Yet Miranda didn't intend to go. She meant to stay. Nixon didn't quite understand it, but that stubborn resolve made him respect her. During the first period that afternoon, the sun finally broke through the clouds and the air turned a touch warm. After their nap, the children drifted out in twos and threes toward the field. At the center of the track stood a woman in sportswear. She'd tied her hair high, a black ponytail like a waterfall hanging straight down. Her sun‑bronzed skin had a healthy glow in the sunlight. Nixon had grown used to women with porcelain skin and delicate frames; someone like Miranda, brimming with vitality, was rare. He stared without meaning to. And that was only her back. Miranda turned, spotted Nixon standing at the edge of the field, waved, and called, "Come on!" When she faced him fully, he saw that although she was wiry, the curves were in all the right places. She wasn't as voluptuous as Mckenzie Looske, but her defined abs held his gaze. During class, Miranda showed him just how supple she was. Whether doing leg stretches or high kicks, every move landed clean and precise, with a teasing edge that tugged at him. Nixon sat to the side watching. From time to time, Miranda kept giving him flirtatious looks. She had gone all out to make sure he noticed her. Normally, she would never have worn something like this here; there were leering eyes everywhere. But the moment she saw Nixon, she decided she wanted something to happen with this man. Fortunately, his attention had already swung to her. When the period ended and the children trooped back to class, Miranda called out, "Mr. Walker!" She came over, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin, drinking from a bottle as she walked. She drank too fast. A bead of water slid from the corner of her mouth down her neck, under her shirt, and down into her cleavage. Nixon watched the droplet and swallowed. When he looked up again, his eyes had changed. "What is it-Miranda-uh, gorgeous…?" "There's a long break after next period. Could you meet me in the storeroom, help move some sports equipment? It hasn't been used in ages, I don't even know where things are, and I can't lift them alone. I could use you in the storeroom." "All right, I'll come after class. Where is the storeroom?" She gave a small, crooked smile, stepped in, took his hand, raised his index finger, and set it against her lips. Then she pointed toward a corner. "Over there. Almost no one ever goes, so you might not know…" "Okay." Nixon reached out, gently caught her hand in return, toyed with it, and felt how silky‑soft it was, almost boneless. Miranda laughed, slipped free, swung a towel onto her shoulder, and walked off. As she left, her ponytail and her hips swung in the same rhythm, like a secret invitation. Heat climbed in Nixon's chest. During the long break, From the school's battered loudspeaker blared the music for calisthenics. Teachers led their classes out to the field to exercise. Nixon picked a moment when no one was watching and slipped quickly toward the back corner of the grounds. He found Miranda waiting by the door. She had changed back into that loose tracksuit, and her hair was down. She seemed to have put on makeup. Her warm tan, paired with sharp, Western‑style makeup, gave her an even bolder, more seductive, Western vibe. In that out‑of‑the‑way corner, she looked especially enticing. "Right on time, Mr. Walker." "If Miranda asks, I come running." He put a little extra weight on "come," and Miranda caught the double meaning, letting out a laughing breath as she hooked his shirt and tugged him into the storeroom. The old door hadn't been repaired in years. When he slid it open, it creaked loudly, though the calisthenics music swallowed the noise and nobody noticed. The door swung shut. As it clicked closed, something in Miranda seemed to unlock. Her eyes changed at once. Her breathing quickened, and a low, breathy hum slipped out of her, inviting him in. "Mr. Walker, help me, okay? Mmm?" Nixon was not naïve. He had guessed what would happen here, so he did not refuse. He caught her and pressed her into the corner.

Chapter 11: The PE Teacher

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