Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. ***** My name is Karli Hanson, and I'm a tease. Now I know, I know, I'm the worst, how dare I blah blah blah. But hear me out, OK? Teasing men is a totally victimless crime. Really, where's the harm in bending at the waist, or rocking some short shorts, or going without a bra for a...
"So this is our own private version of the software, custom-made for our own yearbook. Everybody go ahead and click on the shortcut, and I'll walk you through the basics," began Miss C that afternoon. Conner was already logged in and drumming his fingers impatiently. No wonder he couldn't find another product name on the software anywhere; it had been writt...
Author's note: All characters present for or witnessing any sexual encounters are 18+. Part One: Behavioral Intervention Plan "This is bullshit, Mr. Canon." Taylor Stern slapped her essay down on my desk. Behind her, her peers looked up from their own freshly returned papers, no doubt to see how I'd react to Taylor's latest outburst. I decided to keep it...
Teaching Her A Lesson Part Seven: Collaborative Learning "Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" The look I gave Mrs. Cook-Burfield, almost knocked her back a step. "You know, like the movie? Office Space?" She smiled apologetically. "Sorry. You just look... you know. Tired. But who wouldn't, right? Thirty-some Mondays in and all. Geez, maybe I...
Part Thirteen: Free and Reduced Meal Programs "All right, that's enough, girls." Abbie twisted to the side and looked over toward the fence dividing my yard from the Browns'. She tilted up her sunglasses. "Oh hey, C-dawg. Fancy seeing you here." "Yeah, hey, whatever. Seriously, that's enough." Taylor didn't bother looking or raising her sunglasses. "Perm...
Part Fifteen: Back To School Sales The room was bright with sunlight when I woke up the next morning. Shit, was it the next morning?! I scrambled, looking around for my phone. There it was in its usual place on the nightstand, reassuring me that it was shortly before noon on Sunday. It had been nine hours or so since I had let Abbie dose me with Serenex. I...
Part Eleven: Community Engagement Caesar salad. That made sense, I supposed. In my head, it seemed like cops would eat something with more protein. I guess you didn't keep a body like Louisa Barbour's wolfing down double quarter pounders for lunch. She was a skinny little thing. Fit, yes, but not a lot of meat on her. A shame. With a face like that, she cou...
There are many curses still lingering from the ancient world, in an era when mankind understood that the universe was meant to be understood not as a matter of reason, but through the articles of faith – which is to say, not understood very well at all. It was an era of gods and goddesses, inimitable blessings and unfathomable horrors, artifacts and monsters...
Author's note: All characters present for or witnessing any sexual encounters are 18+. "This is stupid, Mr. Canon. I already did this. Why do I have to do all these pointless little steps? It's a waste of time!" "We've been over this, Taylor. Part of this is having a respectable final product, yes, but part of it is also mastering the process." "But the p...
Part Twelve: Additional Responsibilities As Assigned "You stood me up yesterday." It was Friday during the last passing period of the day, in between my senior English and prep period. All teachers were expected to conduct hall duty during these transitions, keeping an eye on the students and keeping them from dawdling overmuch. Most days, I skipped this o...