Other Institutions: Loverbright Academy: Part 5

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Still reeling from her experience in the hall, Mrs. Baxter had found herself outside an empty classroom just as the noise of class change subsided. The classroom was deserted except for a good-looking young woman sitting at the front desk. Evidently she was one of the new replacement teachers that had been brought on earlier in the semester.

Women had always composed most of Lovebright's teaching staff, and like its building and its philosophy, much of the staff had grown old and tired and in need of rejuvenation. In the upheaval following the name change and the admission of boys, many of the older teachers had retired. A few months later several others had abruptly resigned amid disturbing rumors of illicit affairs with students. The situation required a raft of new hirings, many in mid-semester. To save time, the Board had allowed Mrs. McLeod to make the appointments herself, with Board ratification suspended until after the school year. Mrs. Baxter was therefore not surprised that she did not recognize the pretty young teacher.

"Hello," she said, striding into the room, "My name is Baxter. I'm with the Board of Governors, here on inspection. And you would be...?"

The woman was studying herself in a hand mirror while she applied lipstick. She looked up, startled, trying to lodge her chewing gum in a corner of her mouth. "Oh! Oh, uhm yes, Mrs. Baxter, oh, yes. Of course. I like, didn't see you there. Yes, oh, I'm Crystal Sexsmith, senior history and, uhm, geography. We were, uhm, sort of like, expecting you tomorrow."

"I know. That's why I decided to drop in today."

Smiling coolly, Mrs. Baxter examined the young teacher. She was definitely still in her twenties, slender and very attractive, with long, blond hair streaked with darker bands, and glittering deep blue eyes. Her lips were full and cherry red from the freshly applied lipstick. Certainly plenty of fuel there for adolescent fantasies. Mrs. Baxter had voted against the emergency hiring approvals, and she certainly did not approve of senior classes being taught by a neophyte ten years her junior who looked more like a model than a teacher.

Still, sitting behind her big desk the young woman appeared professional enough. Her hair was mostly pinned up with a pair of gold combs. Stylish, gold- rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She wore a plain white blouse and a conservative gray suit jacket that looked properly academic. "Well, I guess, like, uhm, since you're here, like," she said, clearly flustered, "I'm like, really glad to meet you." She rose to her feet and extended a hand.

"Likewise," Mrs. Baxter said insincerely, but then her voice trailed off. Standing up, Ms Sexsmith had revealed the bottom half of her clothing. The conservative gray jacket matched the simple gray skirt, hip-hugging and distractingly short. The hemline rode high on perfect thighs just below the edge of the jacket. Her legs were long and lean, shimmering beneath sheer nylons with a dark seam up the back, and topped off with mirror-black, extra-high heels. The skirt caught for just a moment on one side, revealing the black lace garters barely covered when it fell back in place.

Mrs. Baxter was shocked again. "Is this how you dress for class?" she demanded.

The leggy blonde fiddled with a wayward strand of hair. "Well, uh, yeah, I guess so. Like, when the weather's warm. Is something wrong?"

The other blonde studied her keenly. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"And when did you receive your teaching certificate?"

"Oh, well, uhm, probably in the fall. I have to, like, just finish a couple of courses over the summer." She looked at the older woman nervously.

"You don't have a degree?"

"I will! I just have to repeat -- I mean take a couple of courses to finish up. It's like almost a formality. Really."

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