Teacher (An occurrence, idea, or object from which something may be learned).

Pet (Cherished by or favorite to somebody). Teacher's Pet is about a woman who relishes her time in developing a variety of feelings for several men who enter her life. A blessed future to the one man who endures to the end.

 

Jo'Nay Abbington: A beautiful, single, second grade school teacher. Heiress to Abbington International Coffees. What a treat for Jo'Nay to have four distinguished gentlemen dueling for an invite into her bed. Four tempting male choices to refuse or indulge in physical ecstasy while deciding on which to choose to leave begging for more, and more, and more.

 Joshua Stonewell: Hard working and good-looking. Entrepreneur of Josh's Automatic Security Systems. A man who seeks love, not just materialistic rewards. Can Joshua open Jo'Nay's eyes to a life where money comes second to the benefits of life's simple pleasure, real love?

Roman Franlinto: Rich and handsome. Headmaster of Washington Enrichment Preparatory Academy. A man who would give his last breath to possess Jo'Nay's soul and her love. Can the elements of virginal passion sustain Jo'Nay to suppress her existence in Roman's bed only?

Ian Sanchez: Wealthy, handsome, and physically superior. Self-made billionaire of Sanchez Computer and Software Technology Corporation. A man who tried his heart at loving the first time around and then suspended all future long-term relationships, that is until he meets Jo'Nay. Jo'Nay is the woman who controls the beat of Ian's heart, the tempo of sex, and is a candidate to be his bride.

Ethan Reese: Multi-cultured, damn good-looking, has money to lend, and money to burn. A Computer Programmer of Caribbean-Creole descent. Ethan is a man who loves Jo'Nay; however, he has little time to show it. Will Jo'Nay settle for the part time company of a man who is blessed with a great physical endowment, and an unwavering tongue, to satisfy her undercover physical cravings?

Teacher's Pet is the story of a woman's quest to find and maintain love, whether it is under the covers, on top of a fluffy carpet, or on a desktop. Join her on an unforgettable journey. Sometimes the choices you make to fill your immediate desires are not the same choices that will sustain your future happiness.

CHAPTER ONE

ADAMS MORGAN

WASHINGTON, D.C.

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

 

“Roman get up.”

Jo’Nay pushed at Roman’s chest.

“Baby, I swear I won’t cum inside you.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“Baby, trust me.” Roman kissed Jo’Nay on her lips. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“Umm hmm.”

Jo’Nay kissed Roman on his neck; she slid her tongue over his skin.

“Oh baby, and…, and you keep asking me why I can’t contain my release.” Jo’Nay stopped.

Roman looked down into Jo’Nay’s eyes.

“I love you Jo’Nay, and only you. Let me please you like a real man supposed to please his woman.” Roman kissed the side of Jo’Nay’s neck.

Jo’Nay wrapped her legs around Roman’s back while he goaded his manhood in between the abyss of her thighs. For once, he just wanted to enter her and fuck the consequences behind her threats.

“Jo’Nay, I love you baby.”

Jo’Nay kissed Roman’s lips. She rubbed her palms up and down his sweat drenched back.

“Oh Jo’Nay.”

Roman humped his body back and palmed his manhood. He balanced his body on one hand and placed his throbbing manhood near Jo’Nay’s vaginal opening.

“Jo’Nay, just let me put the tip of my head in. I swear I won’t push. Dammit baby, I need to feel inside you.”

“No Roman.”

Roman leaned down and kissed one of Jo’Nay’s breasts. He scooted his body back and then slowly prodded his dick forward.

Jo’Nay pushed Roman’s chest back.

“Roman, I said no.”

Roman laid his body on top of Jo’Nay. He gripped her hips, and blindly moved his manhood.

“I... I love you... Jo... Jo’Nay.” Roman planted his groin against Jo’Nay’s pelvis. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. “Aahhhhh shit.”

A rapid stream of Roman’s sperm poured out of his manhood. It settled around the lips of Jo’Nay’s pussy.

Jo’Nay felt Roman’s sticky residue gather between the cocoon of her inner thighs.

“Dammit Roman, I demand that you get off me. And I appreciate it if you would leave.”

Jo’Nay pushed Roman off her, threw the covers back, and got out the bed. Roman rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling.

“I mean now!”

“Jo’Nay I’m sorry. It will never happen again.”

Jo’Nay reached for the bed’s top cover and wiped the excess of sperm from around her vaginal area. She looked down at the cover before she allowed it to drop to the bed.

“I’ve already asked you a million times not to cum near my vagina anymore.”

“Baby I’m sorry, but dammit Jo’Nay, we have been going on like this for over a year now. I love you, and you said you love me. Therefore, why won’t you let me enter you?” Roman slicked his hand back through his hair. “Baby, oral and anal sex can only be enjoyed for so long.”

“The man that I plan to marry will be the man who gets my virginity.”

“Then marry me dammit!”

“I’m not ready to get married.”

“I have listened to that bullshit for over a year now. What are you waiting for, another man?”

Jo’Nay thought to herself why does she pretend Roman will ever change. This would be the last time she permits his entrance back into her life.

“Roman, you need to leave. Our relationship is over. One of these days the concept will catch up with you.”

“What the fuck does that supposed to mean!” Roman threw the covers back and rose from the bed. He walked around the bed and stood in front of Jo’Nay. “Are you trying to tell me you no longer love me?”

Jo’Nay took a step back. “Roman, I am going to take a bath. When I return, you should be gone.”

Roman grabbed Jo’Nay by her upper arm. “You’re kicking me out, again?”

“Yes, now let my arm go.”

Roman looked down. His hand remained gripped around Jo’Nay’s upper arm. He immediately dropped his hand.

“Goodnight Roman.” Jo’Nay walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“You fucking bitch,” Roman mumbled under his breath.

He walked around the bed and grabbed his pants and boxer shorts from off the bottom of the bed. He slid both on in a hurry. He lifted his shirt from off the settee and put it back on; he quickly buttoned it. Roman lifted his silk tie from off the carpet, slid it around his neck, and then knotted it into a creation. He sat on the bed and put back on his socks, and then his shoes.

Jo’Nay sat on the toilet. She will never open her door for Roman again. She knew she should have taken Ethan up on his invitation to join him for dinner.

Jo’Nay heard her front door slam. Moments later, she heard Roman start his vehicle; she was thankful when she heard his tires screech out her driveway. She stood and opened the bathroom door.

Jo’Nay ran from her bedroom into the living room. She locked her front door. Boots entered the living room and began to bark.

“I know Boots, I like him also, but the man is impossible at times.”

Boots barked and ran back into the kitchen.

Jo’Nay returned to the bathroom. She slid the shower door open, stepped into the shower, and slid the shower door close; she turned on the shower water knobs and grabbed the bar of soap from of the soap dish.

LATER THAT EVENING

Jo’Nay sat in bed and graded her students’ classroom assignments until she became tired. She placed the remaining ungraded papers inside her briefcase and pushed it to the other side of the bed. Jo’Nay turned off the lamp, and sunk under the covers.

LOGAN CIRCLE

WASHINGTON, D.C.

Ethan heard his telephone ringing. He replaced the lid back on the pot, picked up a dishtowel, and wiped his hands on it. Ethan placed the dishtowel back down on the kitchen counter-top and ran into the living room. He ran over to the telephone stand, and lifted the telephone receiver; he placed it up to his ear.

“Hello.”

“Umm, I love it whenever I hear your voice.”

“Hey baby, the food is ready, the wine is chilling. Now, all I need is your warm body.”

“Would you like me to bring anything?”

“Just your naked body. On second thought, leave the pleasure for me to undress you.”

“I promise not to even remove a shoe.”

“I’ll see you when you get here.”

“I cannot wait.”

Jo’Nay and Ethan hung up the telephone simultaneously.

Ethan heard Jo’Nay pull her vehicle into his driveway. He lit two long-stem white candles and blew out the match. He threw the match into the sink. Ethan looked at the intimate table setting. He prayed Jo’Nay gives her virginity to him tonight.

Ethan heard Jo’Nay insert her key inside the keyhole.

Jo’Nay entered Ethan’s home and closed the door. She placed the extra key to his home on a wooden table near the door.

“Ethan, something sure smells good in there.”

Ethan walked into the living room.

“Hello gorgeous how was your day?”

“Fine and yours.”

“Busy.”

“Ethan, I hope you took the telephone receiver off the hook.”

“Yes the receiver is off the hook. If my boss needs me, it’s not my problem.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Ethan pulled Jo’Nay into his arms. Jo’Nay gathered her arms around Ethan’s lower back.

Ethan kissed Jo’Nay on the side of her lips; he then kissed the side of her neck.

“I’ve missed you,” Ethan whispered in Jo’Nay’s ear.

“I’m sure I can make up for my absence.”

“Jo’Nay, I want you.” Ethan kissed Jo’Nay on the top of her forehead.

“Umm, I love the power of a woman’s worth.”

Jo’Nay moved her thigh up Ethan’s inner thigh. She slowly kissed him on the lips. She slid her palm down his chest wall; she cupped his bulging manhood.

“Do tell me more.” Jo’Nay glided her palm over Ethan’s dick; she kissed him on the lips and then speared her tongue inside his mouth. She inched her face back.

“Baby, don’t make me wait another day to make love to you,” Ethan whispered in Jo’Nay’s ear, “I envisioned me making slow.” Ethan kissed Jo’Nay on her chin. “Passionate.” He kissed one of her breasts through her shirt. “Love to you. God, I want you baby.”

Jo’Nay increased the stroking sensation up and down Ethan’s erect dick. Ethan raised Jo’Nay’s skirt up from behind.

Jo’Nay rested both palms on Ethan’s chest and quickly kissed him on the lips. She stepped back, and walked around him.

Jo’Nay walked in the direction of the kitchen and turned around.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. The outcome of your request depends on the flavor of the meal.” Jo’Nay winked at Ethan.

“Well in that case, consider your virginity mines.”

Ethan walked up to Jo’Nay and wrapped his arms around her waist; he nuzzled the side of her neck. “I knew I made the right decision to beg you for your telephone number after the play.”

“Then you should have no complaints where the direction of this relationship ventures.”

“On your back works for me.”

“That may be, but feed me first.”

Ethan disengaged his arms from around Jo’Nay’s waist. He grabbed her by the hand, and both walked into the kitchen.

Jo’Nay forked the remains of her Filet Mignon into her mouth; she placed the fork down on her dinner napkin.

“Ethan that was a meal worth remembering.”

 “Since you always seem to fill this man’s belly. I thought I’ll repay the favor.”

Jo’Nay lifted her glass of red wine and took a sip; she placed her glass back down on the table.

“Ethan, when will this secretive project at work be completed?”

“I’m hoping sometime next month. Therefore, after that, no more postponements on my behalf at the last minute.”

“It appears you seem to make up for every one of them. Nevertheless, someone did cancel out on the ballet performance last night.”

“In that case, it’s time I make up for my non-attendance.”

Ethan wiped his hands on his dinner napkin and stood. He walked around the table, and held his hand out to Jo’Nay.

Jo’Nay scooted her chair back and stood. She placed her hand in Ethan’s hand.

Ethan led Jo’Nay up a flight of steps. He walked in the direction of his master bedroom. He opened the door.

Jo’Nay admired the red rose petals that covered Ethan’s black silk sheets.

“Oh Ethan, this is so special.”

Jo’Nay walked into Ethan’s bedroom. Ethan followed behind.

“Wait, there’s more.”

Ethan walked over to his dresser; he slid a drawer back and removed a black jewelry box. He pushed the drawer close and walked back to where Jo’Nay stood. He concealed the jewelry box behind his back.

“I have something for you, but first, I need for you to turn around and close your eyes.”

Jo’Nay turned around and closed her eyes.

Ethan opened the jewelry box, and removed a one-caret teardrop diamond necklace. He threw the jewelry box on a nearby chair. Ethan unclasped the necklace.

“I need for you to lift your hair.”

Jo’Nay gathered her long mane and piled it on top of her head. Ethan placed the necklace around Jo’Nay’s neck and clasped it. He slowly kissed the back of her neck.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Jo’Nay let her hair go and opened her eyes. She looked down and ran her palm over the necklace. She walked over to the dresser and looked in the mirror.

“Ethan, it’s beautiful, but you did not have to.”

Ethan joined Jo’Nay at the mirror; he positioned his body behind hers.

“Baby, I’m just getting started.”

Ethan matted his groin against Jo’Nay’s derrière. He embraced her waist from behind.

“Jo’Nay, you are so beautiful. Your skin is so soft, and your body is just right.”

“Thank you.”

Jo’Nay met Ethan’s dark-brown eyes in the mirror.

The handsome man, who held her within his embrace, was a light-skinned complexion man, and a descendant of Caribbean Creole parents. Ethan’s inky-black waves occupied his crown. A smooth goatee descended from his sideburns, which ran the course along his jawbones, and gathered above his succulent top lip. The genetic attribute blended with perfection against his facial features and gifted mouth. Jo’Nay looked at Ethan’s mouth again. Boy, his lips always felt seductive gliding over the contour of her derrière, not to lessen the degree of what his tongue did to her libido when he let it loose over her skin.

Jo’Nay always wondered which side of Ethan’s ancestry traits dominated his existence, his African American heritage, or his upper class European appearance. One thing she could attest too. In the area of his physical endowment and his hefty sexual appetite, she would have to weigh toward his African American genes. If you were not aware of his bi-racial heritage, Ethan looked the average European male she thought.

Jo’Nay twisted her head both ways to admire her necklace. She turned around in Ethan’s arms.

“Thank you again.”

Jo’Nay linked her arms around Ethan’s neck and kissed him. Ethan picked Jo’Nay up and carried her over to the bed. He sat her on top of the rose petals. He looked down at her while he removed his shirt and threw it on the bed; he unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt buckle, and then unsnapped the button. Ethan slid out of his pants and briefs; he tossed them behind himself.

Jo’Nay looked up. As she always imagined, the gifted size of the man’s penis is what keeps her interested to return for more.

Ethan stood Jo’Nay up. He unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Ethan grouped both items in his hands and threw them on the bottom of the bed. Ethan hugged Jo’Nay around her lower back; he rubbed his palms up and down her spine.

“Jo’Nay, I love your body. I swear, you would not regret the decision if you let me make love to you.”

Ethan palmed one of Jo’Nay’s breasts, and then squeezed it. He licked over a nipple. Jo’Nay cupped the back of Ethan’s head and threw her head back.

“Oh God, when you do that it drives me crazy.”

Ethan continued to suckle Jo’Nay’s breast. He took his other hand, and unzipped her skirt from behind. Ethan let Jo’Nay’s breast go. He slowly pushed her skirt down. Jo’Nay’s skirt rested around her ankles.

Ethan bent his head down and kissed Jo’Nay’s jeweled navel.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

Jo’Nay stepped out of her skirt.

Ethan squatted on his knees. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this.” He slid her thong down her legs.

Jo’Nay lifted one foot, and then the other as Ethan assisted her out her thong. Ethan threw Jo’Nay’s thong on the bed. He inserted his finger inside her pussy. Ethan looked up.

“Already wet I see.”

“I’m past that.”

Jo’Nay placed her hand over Ethan’s head, and pulled his face against her womanhood. Ethan braced his palms on the sides of Jo’Nay’s hips. He bent his head lower, and licked over her downy hairs. He cupped her derrière and kissed the soft folds surrounding her clitoris. Ethan straightened his posture.

“Lay down.”

Jo’Nay laid down on the bed. Ethan took off his shoes, and then Jo’Nay’s shoes. He positioned his body over hers.

“Put your arms above your head.”

Jo’Nay put her arms above her head. Ethan lifted one of Jo’Nay’s breasts, and began sucking on it. He duplicated his actions with the other.

Jo’Nay opened her legs.

Ethan kissed Jo’Nay’s neck. He kissed a path down her cleavage. He hunched back, bent down, and lifted one of her legs. He kissed over her clitoris.

“Oh shit Ethan.”

“Baby, you smell so good.”

Ethan stuck his finger inside Jo’Nay’s pussy. He knew his finger was limited in how far it can travel. He bent his head downward and sucked on Jo’Nay’s pussy.

“Aah... Ethan.” Jo’Nay arched her back.

Ethan parted Jo’Nay’s inner thighs.

“Hold your legs up.”

Jo’Nay held her bent legs up. Ethan divided Jo’Nay’s pussy; he prodded the depth with the tip of his tongue. He slightly lifted his head and found her eyes.

“I want to make love to you.”

Ethan lowered his head and kissed over Jo’Nay’s downy hairs.

Jo’Nay was tired of holding back. She looked down at the size of Ethan’s distended dick.

“Yes...Yes... make love to me.”

Ethan got off the bed. He pulled the lamp stand drawer back, removed a condom packet, and ripped it open.

Jo’Nay sat up. She pushed Ethan’s hand aside and palmed his manhood. Jo’Nay spit on the head of Ethan’s dick, massaged the wet excess around the engorged tip, and then gapped her mouth. She pulled his member inside. Ethan’s dick kissed the back of Jo’Nay’s throat.

“Damn,” Ethan hissed. He grabbed a fistful of Jo’Nay’s hair and impelled his groin forward. “That’s right; show me this pussy is going to me mine.” Ethan tore the condom packet open and removed the condom. “Hold up baby.”

Jo’Nay released Ethan’s manhood from out the corridor of her mouth. Ethan slid the condom down his manhood.

“Baby you ready for this?”

Jo’Nay looked at the monstrous size of Ethan’s awaiting penis.

“Yes.”

Jo’Nay scooted to the head of the bed. Ethan climbed up the length of the bed. He bent his head down, kissed Jo’Nay’s toes, and then up the path of her leg.

Ethan opened Jo’Nay’s vaginal opening, and stuck his tongue deep inside.

“Hmm, I see you’re still wet for me.” He kissed over her belly button.

Jo’Nay lifted her head from off the pillow and looked down into Ethan’s eyes.

“Be gentle baby, we have all night, and there’s no need to rush on my behalf.”

“Tell me that after I’ve busted my nutt in you for the third time.” Ethan leaned down and kissed Jo’Nay’s navel.

“I love you for your giving nature,” Jo’Nay uttered.

Ethan positioned Jo’Nay’s body under his. He placed the helmet of his penis near her vaginal opening.

Ethan’s cell phone rang.

Jo’Nay pushed Ethan’s chest back.

“Baby, I thought you said we would not be disturbed.”

“And we won’t.”

Ethan continued to let his cell phone ring. He heard a vibrating buzz to let him know the message was delivered to his voicemail. Ethan could not stay focused long enough to concentrate.

“Shit. Baby, just let me see who it is.”

Jo’Nay sighed.

“Go ahead, but be advised you were in the midst of making up for last night’s cancelation.”

Ethan looked down at Jo’Nay’s nudity lying over a bed of crushed rose petals. “I have not forgotten.”

Ethan got off the bed, and walked over to the dresser. He lifted his cell phone, flipped it up, and then pressed in his voicemail button. Ethan placed his cell phone up to his ear.

Mr. Reese, this is Mr. Sanchez, this call is of an urgent matter. Somehow, the computer microchip marketing demographics are locked in your office. I have four possible investors here. And I need those demographics like now. And I mean, right now!”

The caller ended the call abruptly.

Ethan flipped his cell phone down and threw it on the dresser.

“Shit.”

Jo’Nay sat up.

“What is it?”

“Baby, I locked the fucking marketing demographics to my boss’s computer microchip in my office, and of all the days. The motherfucker needs them.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah. It appears some investors are at his office, and they might be interested in buying…, some shit like that he said.”

“Who works on a Sunday?”

“Apparently, a motherfucker with no life.”

Ethan removed the condom and placed it on top of the dresser. He looked over at Jo’Nay.

“Baby I’m sorry; just stand behind me a little while longer, please.”

“Tell me something I’ve not heard numerous times.”

Jo’Nay rose from the bed. She gathered her clothes and shoes, walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door.

“Fuck,” Ethan said to himself.

Jo’Nay quickly dressed. She opened the door and walked out the bathroom.

Ethan stood in front of the mirror knotting his tie. He turned around and walked up to Jo’Nay.

“Baby I’m sorry.”

“Save it.”

Jo’Nay pushed Ethan back and walked to the door. Ethan ran to the door.

“Jo’Nay, please don’t leave. All I have to do is go into the office, unlock the door, and before you know it. I will be right back. In fact, you can even ride with me. Then I can show you inside the prison walls my irritating boss has me locked behind.”

“No thank you. How long do you think you will be?”

“Give me an hour, then when I come back. We can go to a movie, come back here, and finish where we left off.”

“An hour, are you sure.”

“I promise, no more than an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

Ethan kissed Jo’Nay and strolled out the bedroom.

Jo’Nay waited for Ethan. One hour turned into four. She gave up and dressed.

Jo’Nay lifted the key to Ethan’s residence from off the table. She opened her purse, dropped it inside, and closed her purse.

Jo’Nay opened the door and stepped out, she pulled the door close.

WASHINGTON ENRICHMENT PREPARATORY ACADEMY

WASHINGTON, D.C.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Jo’Nay erased the blackboard, and then placed the eraser on the ledge of the blackboard. She walked around her classroom and pushed in several students’ chairs.

Jo’Nay walked back to her desk and took a seat. She looked down at her open briefcase; she lifted her cell phone from its confinements, and flipped it up.

“I have already left numerous messages,” Jo’Nay mumbled to herself. She flipped her cell phone back down and placed it on her desk.

Jo’Nay sat back in her chair and contemplated the thought; she sat up, and lifted one of her students’ drawings. She placed the drawing down, lifted her cell phone, and flipped it open.

Jo’Nay pushed in seven numbers; she called the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez. She placed her cell phone up to her ear.

“Darn it.” The same-recorded message emitted in her ear for the umpteenth time.

Jo’Nay flipped her cell phone down and rested it against her chin.

“I do not see why Mr. or Mrs. Sanchez refuses to take into consideration their son grades are at the borderline of failing,”

Jo’Nay said aloud in the quiet space of her classroom. She placed her cell phone back inside her briefcase and closed it. She placed the drawing back inside a folder and rose from out of her cushioned swivel black chair. Jo’Nay walked over to a gray three door secured file cabinet and opened it.

She replaced the student’s file folder. She realized parents have conflicting work schedules, but their lack of concern for their son is inexcusable.

Someone knocked on her classroom door.

“Come in.”

Jo’Nay pushed the file cabinet close.

Mrs. Tucker opened the door to Jo’Nay’s classroom trailer and peeked around the door post.

“Are we burning the midnight oil again?”

“You can say that.”

Jo’Nay glanced down at her Cartier watch. She was surprised how the afternoon had overlapped into evening.

“I was just finishing up here, and then I will be leaving very soon.”

“Jo’Nay, you work too hard.”

“Yes I know. Say, do you have a minute?”

“Sure.”

Mrs. Tucker entered Jo’Nay’s second grade classroom. She stepped over an open box of scattered crayons.

“Children and recess on rainy days does not mix,” Mrs. Tucker commented.

Mrs. Tucker took a seat at one of the rounded reading tables at the back of Jo’Nay’s classroom. She adjusted her physique in a small wooden chair.

Jo’Nay joined Mrs. Tucker at the back of her classroom. She pulled out a chair and took a seat.

“How could I be of assistance?”

“I have this student, who I consider to be an exceptional student with a very high IQ, not to forget he’s always eager to learn.”

“Okay, I’m following you so far. So what seems to be the problem?”

“The problem is this.”

Jo’Nay rose out of her chair and walked over to the gray file cabinet. She pulled it open and fingered through a line of alphabetically tan folders.

“Here it is.”

Jo’Nay lifted a folder from its established confinements. The folder had the typed name of Pablo Sanchez in the left hand corner.

Jo’Nay closed the file cabinet back with a shove of her hip. She strolled back to where Mrs. Tucker sat, and took a seat.

“Mrs. Tucker, this student’s behavioral pattern has been honorable in the past, up until these last few weeks. Lately I’ve noticed a drastic change in his educational demeanor; here, take a look for yourself.”

Jo’Nay removed several of Pablo’s classroom drawings and placed them in front of Mrs. Tucker to view.

Mrs. Tucker studied Pablo’s drawings in silence. She came to a silent conclusion the student’s drawings were a bit disturbing to any observer.

“I see what you mean. In every drawing of his pictorial family. There seems to be a line drawn through a headless female, and the boy in the drawing is holding a decapitated head in his hand, or there seems to be an axe lodged in the skull of the female subject.”

“Here, take a look at this one.”

Jo’Nay slid another drawing over to Mrs. Tucker.

Mrs. Tucker looked down at Pablo’s drawing from every angle. The drawing showed a female tied down to a railroad track with her body sticking out from under a train. The little boy in the drawing had a military suit on, and held the female’s decapitated head in his hand.

“How disturbing,” affirmed Mrs. Tucker.

Mrs. Tucker slid the drawings back over to Jo’Nay.

Jo’Nay placed the drawings back inside Pablo’s folder, and closed it.

“Have you notified his parents to discuss this?”

“Mrs. Tucker, I have made several attempts to contact both parents. Mr. Sanchez is always away on business, and Mrs. Sanchez either refuses to return my telephone calls, or the housekeeper is not relaying them accordingly.”

Jo’Nay delicately massaged her temples. The tension was beginning to take its toll on her shoulders for the many failed attempts in trying to address this issue with Pablo’s parents.

“I’ve come to the conclusion I will just have to wait until Open House to introduce myself.”

“Well do keep me posted on this one.”

“I certainly shall.”

Mrs. Tucker stood. She pushed the chair back under the wooden desk.

“I will see you tomorrow morning.” Mrs. Tucker walked to the door. She turned around. “Do not work too late; a young lady needs a social life.”

“Thank you and your advice is taken into consideration.”

Mrs. Tucker opened the door and walked out.

Jo’Nay lifted Pablo’s folder and returned to her desk. She sat down, and placed the folder on the cherry-wood surface of her desk. She pondered a while longer in regards to what next step she should utilize to contact Pablo’s parents.

Jo’Nay removed her large concealed hairpins from the bun she usually wore at the base of her neck, her efficient teacher look she labeled it. Rich loose curls of sable spilled down her back and rested above her tailbone.

Jo’Nay Abbington, a twenty-two year old second grade teacher at Washington Enrichment Preparatory Academy. She already accepted the fact her Puerto Rican parents blessed her with a rare serene beauty. Her warm coffee-colored eyes welcomed you with a deep sincerity. Her best genetic features were her high-cheekbones, a flawless bronze-skin-tone complexion, a small nose, luscious lips, and a well-formed figure. Her average height of five-feet-nine inches placed her at an authoritative advantage of the way she interacted when dealing with a swarm of energetic second graders. She was a dictator with a heavy stick, a twelve-inch ruler.

Jo’Nay was a soft-spoken and compassionate woman in the absence of her students. She flipped the folder back open and lifted one of Pablo’s disturbing drawings. Was she overreacting on this one? Her senior peers would probably label it childhood fantasies acting out in solidarity. They would continue to advise her she have not been teaching long enough to establish these visual drawings as a mental or emotional problem. They may wish to call it anything they please, but her intuition advised her there is a serious undetected problem, which needs addressed.

Jo’Nay arranged her daily classroom agendas in order. She separated the graded classroom assignments in order and stacked them neatly on her desk for tomorrow.

She closed Pablo’s folder and picked it up. She stood and walked over to the file cabinet, pulled it open, and refiled his folder where it originated. She closed the file cabinet back.

Jo’Nay returned to her chair. She grabbed her blazer from off the back of her chair, and briefcase from off her desk. She strolled to the door, flipped the light off, and opened the door. She walked out and pulled her door close.

Jo’Nay opened her purse and fished inside while she walked to her vehicle. She took out her cell phone, flipped it open, and pushed in seven numbers. Jo’Nay placed her cell phone up to her ear. She continued to let the Sanchez’s residence telephone ring. Jo’Nay flipped her cell phone down before the answering machine screened the call.

ADAMS MORGAN

Jo’Nay pulled her Lexus into the driveway of her two-bedroom one-story home. She turned off the ignition, withdrew her key, and then unsnapped her seatbelt. She grabbed her belongings from off the passenger seat and opened the door.

Jo’Nay got out her vehicle and pushed the door close. She walked the short distance to her front door and inserted the key into the lock; she unlocked it and entered her home. Jo’Nay removed her blazer, and then hung it on a chrome coat rack positioned behind the front door. She instantly stepped out her high heel pumps and threw her keys on the telephone stand.

Jo’Nay sneezed. She has not quite accustomed herself to the sinking barometric pressure of Washington, D.C. She wished she were back in the comfort of her other two-bedroom home in Sacramento, California.

Jo’Nay placed her briefcase upright near the door. She bent down and scooped up the furry animal who embraced her ankle with her fur.

“Why hello Boots.”

Jo’Nay playfully scratched her poodle behind her ear. Boots leaped out of Jo’Nay’s arms.

Jo’Nay lifted her mail from off the floor. She began sorting through the bundle. She thumbed through the Spiegel Catalog Winter Edition.

“What a day,” Jo’Nay let out.

She walked over to a leather sofa and plopped her rounded derrière on the soft cushion. She propped her stockinged feet on the square glass cocktail table.

Jo’Nay pivoted her head in the direction of the telephone stand. She noticed the red button on her answering machine was lit.

Jo’Nay stood and walked over to the telephone stand. She pressed in her message playback button and listened to her first message.

“Jo’Nay, I am just calling to say I had a great time last night, let’s get together this evening. This time, you can walk around my home naked instead of in my tee-shirt. Ethan.”

Jo’Nay smiled at Ethan’s message. She remembered he kissed her from head to toe, and then performed oral sex on her until she climaxed. In return, she massaged his manhood until he released himself in her hand. Jo’Nay erased the message. She re-pressed the button for the second message.

“Good afternoon Miss. Abbington, My name is Mr. Sanchez, I’ve just received your telephone messages and the notes you left for me in regards to my son…”

The answering machine abruptly cut off.

Jo’Nay appreciated the fact Mr. Sanchez called back and left his office telephone number. She felt elated she finally made some forward progress in this matter. Although, she did not communicate with him directly, she felt she still managed to complete her task.

Jo’Nay walked over to the door and lifted her briefcase. She placed it on the telephone stand, and opened it. Jo’Nay removed her calendar book, and made a note to contact Mr. Sanchez tomorrow during her lunch break.

The telephone rang. Jo’Nay closed her calendar book, and placed it back inside her briefcase. She lifted the receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to her ear.

“Hello.”

“Hello Jo’Nay.”

“Papa, how nice of you to call, how is mother?”

“Everyone back here is fine. I’m calling to inform you your mother and I will be hosting a catered gala affair next month to commemorate our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.”

“That is very impressive papa. Is my assistance needed with the planning?”

“Not this time dear.”

“Papa, how is the weather in California?”

“The weather here is pleasant as ever. How is the weather in Washington, D.C.?”

“Washington D.C. is a bit chilly for this time of the year, but tolerable.”

“Make sure you wear enough clothing, and take care of yourself. Also, your mother sends her love. Keep in touch Jo’Nay, we love you.”

“I will papa, I love you and mother also, bye now.”

Jo’Nay hung up the telephone. She advanced to her master bedroom suite and stripped out of her clothing. Jo’Nay gathered her clothes and padded across the lime green plush carpet. She opened the door to her walk-in-closet.

The light automatically came on. She deposited her clothes in a white wicker hamper.

Jo’Nay closed the closet door back and entered the adjoined bathroom. She turned on both bathtub water faucet knobs.

She sprinkled some crystal sea salt under the faucet to prepare her limbs for an anticipated soak.

WASHINGTON ENRICHMENT PREPARATORY ACADEMY

Jo’Nay met her students on the playground. Each one of her students lined up in a single file line. She escorted everyone back to her classroom. Jo’Nay held the door open as each student entered. Her students hung his or her jacket on the mounted chrome coat hooks in the back of the classroom. Each student then took his or her seat.

“Good morning class,” Jo’Nay verbally addressed her students, before she sat down at her desk.

“Good morning Miss. Abbington,” her multi-cultured second graders greeted her back in union.

Jo’Nay opened her black classroom attendance book. She called out each pupil’s name in alphabetical order. Each child answered out in compliance with a response of I am present as instructed.

“Pablo Sanchez,” Jo’Nay called out.

No response echoed back. Jo’Nay lifted her head and scanned over her second graders’ head. Her coffee-colored eyes came to rest upon an empty desk and chair. She initialed today’s date with an A for absence. Jo’Nay wondered could Pablo’s absence have something to do with his father’s brief telephone message.

Jo’Nay continued to take attendance. She closed her attendance book and sat it aside.

“Class, you may stand for the Pledge of Allegiance.”

Each student stood. Jo’Nay stood and turned toward a pole that had an American flag attached to it. She placed her right hand over her chest. Her students emulated her actions.

“I pledge…”

The classroom wall mounted telephone, buzzed.

“Excuse me class.”

Jo’Nay crossed her classroom. She lifted the receiver from off the cradle and placed it up to her ear.

“This is Miss. Abbington, may I help you?”

“Miss. Abbington, you have a visitor here,” Miss. Woods, Washington Enrichment Preparatory Academy’s Headmistress advised.

“Miss. Woods, I will be there momentarily. Also, I would appreciate it if you could have Miss. Daniels to come and sit with my class until I return.”

“That can be arranged,” Miss. Woods, spoke with an unbiased authority.

“There will be no need to come to my office; Mr. Sanchez has requested a private face-to-face conference with you. Therefore, I already had Mr. Sanchez escorted to the teacher-parent conference room on the second floor of the Administration Building.”

This must be very serious Jo’Nay thought. She knew from experience a face-to-face conference with any student’s parent or parents, Miss. Woods usually held in her adjacent conference room. Not unless it was someone making a substantial contribution to the Academy, therefore, the press would usually be there to cover the event.

“Miss. Woods, before I make an appearance. I must ask you, was there any explanation as to why Mr. Sanchez requested a private face-to-face conference?”

“None was given. I will summon Miss. Daniels to your classroom as soon as I disconnect this telephone call.”

“Thank you Miss. Woods.”

Jo’Nay hung up.

Jo’Nay journeyed her way across the grounds of Washington Enrichment Preparatory Academy. She cautioned her footsteps carefully around the deep puddles of accumulated rainwater. Her free flowing curls blew against the gentle stirring of the wind. Jo’Nay smiled as her bouncy curls whipped across her face.

 

 

 

 

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