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Sport Stories: The Gym Teacher (1/4)Brittany had just pulled her sweater over her truly miraculous chest and was smoothing her pleated skirt across her heavy thighs when Kimmy stopped in front of her locker and whispered, “I don’t know why, but your mom is in Mz. Collins’office and they want to see you right away!!!” “My mom, here,” Brittany asked nervously, “what in the world is she doing with Mz. Collins!?!” “ I dunno,” Kimmy replied, “but if I were you I’d get my ass in there pronto, you know how she hates having to ask for something twice!!!” That was for sure, the forty something gym teacher had a hair trigger that didn’t take a lot to set it off, so after grabbing her books and tossing her wet towel into the hamper, she made an audible gulping sound and headed off to Mz. Collins’ private office at the rear of the locker room!!!
Even before she entered the small windowless office Britt knew there was trouble brewing simply from the ashen look on her mother’s face, so after taking a deep breath she strode in and asked evenly, “You wanted to see me, Mz. Collins?” “Yes I do,” the gym teacher replied. “Sit down, please, I was just explaining to your mother why I requested her presence at this meeting, now where was I!?!” “Uh, you were saying something about Brittany’s undergarments,” Joanne Reeves replied, “that they weren’t supportive enough…..” “That’s correct,” Carla Collins replied, “what your daughter calls a bra is nothing more than a piece of lycra being asked to perform an impossible task, and if I do say so, I think that you have been completely derelict in your duties as a mother!” Joanne Reeves’ face turned a bright shade of red and after collecting her thoughts stammered, “W-why I never, the absolute gall, I have a mind to march right over to the principal’s office and report your behavior!!!” Brittany had never seen her mother get so excited and upset in her life, but what happened next was even more stunning as out of nowhere Mz. Collins lashed out with the back of her right hand, catching a totally surprised Joanne flush on the cheek accompanied by the harsh reprimand, “Don’t you ever threaten me again, do I make myself clear, believe me you will live to regret it!”
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