part of Orion, or the ‘Hunter’. The
bottom of the ‘Saucepan’ is his belt, the sides of the saucepan are the tops of
his legs and the handle is his sword.” He picked up my arms and pointed to the stars
that formed Orion’s body. “Those two bright stars there are his shoulder
blades, called Bellatrix and Betelgeuse.”
“Bellatrix? That’s a
character in Harry Potter!” He scoffed at me. What? It is! Apart from
the ‘Saucepan’, and Southern Cross or ‘Crux’ as he put it, I couldn’t really
see what he was pointing at. I was more fascinated in listening to him
passionately talk about something he obviously enjoyed and knew a lot about. “What’s
that really bright one over there Mr Clark?”
“That is Aldebaran or the
‘Bull’s Fiery Eye’. It is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, and
forms part of the zodiac constellation, Taurus.”
“What’s that little group of
stars there, near the bright one?”
“That’s a star cluster called
Pleiades or the ‘Seven Sisters’, you can only see the seven bright stars with
your naked eye, but the cluster actually has hundreds of stars, I’ll show you
properly when we get home.” Home? I liked the sound of that, but his
apartment was not my home. We laid there together in silence, gazing up at
the crystal clear sky for several minutes.
“I really can see why you
enjoy this; it is very peaceful and relaxing.”
“Yes, that is one of the
reasons, but I really enjoy how it is endless, just continues on and on, it has
no boundaries. I like the fact there are things in life that do not know
boundaries.” Ha, that does not surprise me. Explains your privacy-invading
antics.
“Boundaries, Mr. Clark, can
also be a good thing you know.”
“Hmmm. Sometimes, Alexis.”
I sat up and gave him a
sceptical look. “So, would you care for some champagne, Mr. Astrology Teacher?”
“I wouldn’t say no to my
favourite student.” I poured us both a glass and opened the bowl of
strawberries, plonking one each into the bottom of our glasses. He looked into
his glass. “I’ve never understood why people do that?”
“What?”
“Put a strawberry in the glass.”
The roles were now reversing.
“Well, Mr. Clark, you will learn something from Ms Summers now, and might I add
when you sit in MY classroom you need to sit up straight and pay attention.” I
hit his leg with the top of my hand indicating he do as he is told. He did, but
with a sarcastic smile on his face. Then I used the most posh, toffee-nosed
voice I could manage. “The strawberry, Mr. Clark, is placed in the glass to simply
enhance the flavour of the champagne.”
“I know something else that
enhances the flavour even better.” His devilish smile crept across his face as
he placed both our glasses down. I had only a second to foresee an attack,
which wasn’t long enough, because he grabbed me around the waist and wrestled
me down until he was on top of me, pinning me into the mattress. “Have you ever
been to second base with your teacher Ms Summers?” He slowly began to unbutton
my vest, revealing my white singlet top.
“Ummm.” I thought for a
second, purposely drawing out the hum in my voice. “Well there was that one
time...” His eyes began to widen. “No, Mr Clark, but you can be my first.”
He smiled greedily. “Good.”
He grabbed my tank top at the neck and tore it apart, exposing my white lace
bra, making me gasp again.
“You can’t keep tearing my
clothes off Bryce.”
“It’s what I do, Ms Summers.”
“Yes it is, but you can stop
it.”
“No, it’s the quickest way to
get them off you.” Well if it’s good for you, it’s good for me then. I
reached up and grabbed his t-shirt at the neck and pulled as hard as I could,
it tore, but only slightly. Damn it.
“Stupid thing,” I said,
annoyed at the pathetic rip. He mockingly laughed at me, which only provoked my
second attempt. So, I gritted my teeth—for some reason that helps —
bottom of the ‘Saucepan’ is his belt, the sides of the saucepan are the tops of
his legs and the handle is his sword.” He picked up my arms and pointed to the stars
that formed Orion’s body. “Those two bright stars there are his shoulder
blades, called Bellatrix and Betelgeuse.”
“Bellatrix? That’s a
character in Harry Potter!” He scoffed at me. What? It is! Apart from
the ‘Saucepan’, and Southern Cross or ‘Crux’ as he put it, I couldn’t really
see what he was pointing at. I was more fascinated in listening to him
passionately talk about something he obviously enjoyed and knew a lot about. “What’s
that really bright one over there Mr Clark?”
“That is Aldebaran or the
‘Bull’s Fiery Eye’. It is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, and
forms part of the zodiac constellation, Taurus.”
“What’s that little group of
stars there, near the bright one?”
“That’s a star cluster called
Pleiades or the ‘Seven Sisters’, you can only see the seven bright stars with
your naked eye, but the cluster actually has hundreds of stars, I’ll show you
properly when we get home.” Home? I liked the sound of that, but his
apartment was not my home. We laid there together in silence, gazing up at
the crystal clear sky for several minutes.
“I really can see why you
enjoy this; it is very peaceful and relaxing.”
“Yes, that is one of the
reasons, but I really enjoy how it is endless, just continues on and on, it has
no boundaries. I like the fact there are things in life that do not know
boundaries.” Ha, that does not surprise me. Explains your privacy-invading
antics.
“Boundaries, Mr. Clark, can
also be a good thing you know.”
“Hmmm. Sometimes, Alexis.”
I sat up and gave him a
sceptical look. “So, would you care for some champagne, Mr. Astrology Teacher?”
“I wouldn’t say no to my
favourite student.” I poured us both a glass and opened the bowl of
strawberries, plonking one each into the bottom of our glasses. He looked into
his glass. “I’ve never understood why people do that?”
“What?”
“Put a strawberry in the glass.”
The roles were now reversing.
“Well, Mr. Clark, you will learn something from Ms Summers now, and might I add
when you sit in MY classroom you need to sit up straight and pay attention.” I
hit his leg with the top of my hand indicating he do as he is told. He did, but
with a sarcastic smile on his face. Then I used the most posh, toffee-nosed
voice I could manage. “The strawberry, Mr. Clark, is placed in the glass to simply
enhance the flavour of the champagne.”
“I know something else that
enhances the flavour even better.” His devilish smile crept across his face as
he placed both our glasses down. I had only a second to foresee an attack,
which wasn’t long enough, because he grabbed me around the waist and wrestled
me down until he was on top of me, pinning me into the mattress. “Have you ever
been to second base with your teacher Ms Summers?” He slowly began to unbutton
my vest, revealing my white singlet top.
“Ummm.” I thought for a
second, purposely drawing out the hum in my voice. “Well there was that one
time...” His eyes began to widen. “No, Mr Clark, but you can be my first.”
He smiled greedily. “Good.”
He grabbed my tank top at the neck and tore it apart, exposing my white lace
bra, making me gasp again.
“You can’t keep tearing my
clothes off Bryce.”
“It’s what I do, Ms Summers.”
“Yes it is, but you can stop
it.”
“No, it’s the quickest way to
get them off you.” Well if it’s good for you, it’s good for me then. I
reached up and grabbed his t-shirt at the neck and pulled as hard as I could,
it tore, but only slightly. Damn it.
“Stupid thing,” I said,
annoyed at the pathetic rip. He mockingly laughed at me, which only provoked my
second attempt. So, I gritted my teeth—for some reason that helps —
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