Jim grabbed Michelle’s hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. As he did, Michelle took off her nun’s habit and tossed it on a nearby chair, letting her hair hang loose. Jim directed them to a relatively empty space. Michelle turned and began to grind her rear against Jim. Her hands swung above her head as she swayed in rhythm to the beat of the music that filled the gym. Jim tried to get as close to Michelle as his belly would allow as he placed one hand on her hip.
The two of them danced for several songs, switching positions between songs. Kisses were exchanged as Jim would lean forward and place some on Michelle’s exposed neck. Alternately, Michelle would kiss Jim and run her fingers along his exposed flesh, which sent chills down Jim’s spine.
The two danced together for close to an hour, through both fast and slow songs. Both were perspiring heavily and Jim kept expecting Michelle to beg off the next dance in order to rest her swollen ankles and throbbing feat, but she kept demanding one more dance. Finally, Jim was about to suggest a trip to the sidelines and some refreshments when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to look up into the slightly sweaty face of the school principal, Mr. Duggan. The man pointed at Jim and Michelle, then pointed towards the hall, giving the indication that he wanted to talk to the two of them out of ear-shot of the blasting music. Jim looked over at Michelle, who shrugged and gave him a puzzled look. Slipping his hand into hers, the two mothers-to-be followed the heavyset man through the other dancing and costumed students into the hall.
Jim breathed in the air in the hall, which felt about 20 degrees cooler than inside the gym. Mr. Duggan didn’t slow down, but continued down the hall.
“I’d like to speak to you two ladies in my office.”
Michelle and Jim followed the man into his office, where he closed the door behind them. A couch faced a large oak desk, which had a bronze nameplate sitting on it. Some framed plaques hung on the way and bookshelves stuffed with volumes lined the two walls. Mr. Duggan indicated the two should sit on the couch before he circled around and sat down at his desk, the chair groaning softly under his weight. Jim helped Michelle to lower herself down before easing in next to her. As he sat down, Jim realized that his costume practically left his entire leg exposed and he futilely tugged at the skirt to try and retain some dignity.
Mr. Duggan leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his large gut, which seemed to be doing its best to try and break free of his buttoned up shirt. Jim noticed a few stains of what appeared to be mustard on the front of the shirt and found himself fighting down a feeling of revulsion. He felt a little greasy as the man’s gaze traveled over both him and Michelle as if slowly undressing what little clothes they wore with his eyes.
“Well, you two ladies have had an eventful night, haven’t you?”
Jim started to talk, but Mr. Duggan held up a fleshy hand to silence him.
“You’re lucky, Jaime, that the boy you hit earlier in the night has decided not to press charges. Though he may have gone over the line with his advances on you, I don’t think it warranted an assault on him. I convinced him to head back home tonight and think over his actions.”
Mr. Duggan picked up two folders that were on his desk. He opened them and scanned through each of them.
“Though tonight’s actions for the two of you seem to be part of a longer trend. Several instances of misbehavior, disruptions in class, tardiness. I have looked the other way for a while since the two of you are two of Shadow Peak’s finer multiple athletes. But in doing so, I think I have done the two of you a dis-service in not correcting these actions earlier.”
Mr. Duggan slid open one of his desk drawers and reached inside. He tossed the object onto his desk, where it landed with a soft plop. It looked to be a plastic bag containing some sort of shredded material.
“And then, not ten minutes ago, when performing random locker inspections, I found this in Ms. Michelle’s locker there. Drugs here on Shadow Peaks property!”
Michelle’s mouth dropped open before she began to sputter.
“But . . . but that’s not mine . . . I’ve never”
“That will be quite enough, Michelle”, Mr. Duggan interrupted. “I can’t believe you would get involved with something like this in your current pregnant state. We here at Shadow Peaks are all proud of the fact that you are about to be the mother of eight newborns, but I won’t sit by and watch you destroy your life.”
Mr. Duggan snapped the folders closed and tossed them on the desk. Jim was desperately wondering if Rick had had a hand in any of this, but this seemed to extreme for Rick. Though Rick did like to have some fun at Jim’s expense, Jim doubted he would go as far as to get them in trouble, possibly with the law.
Where the hell is Rick? I could really use the wand right about now!
“I am close to kicking the two of you out of Shadow Peaks tonight , , , both the school and the swim team.”
Michelle gasped and Jim could feel her hand instinctively clutch his arm.
“But I can’t be kicked out! I need the financial support that Shadow Peaks will give me when the k1ds come!”
Jim looked over and could see tears beginning to well up in Michelle’s eyes.
“Well, young lady, you should have thought of that before bringing drugs on school property”, Mr. Duggan said. “But I am a kind man at heart and like to give misguided young ladies like you second chances. Some may say I am too kind to a fault. But I am willing to overlook these recent transgressions if you do two things for me: one, promise to start behaving and taking your continued presence here at Shadow Peaks as a priviledge . . .”
Mr. Duggan paused and Jim realized that he was waiting for their agreement. He looked over at Michelle. Even though he knew that he could change all of this with a wave of the wand and that he and Michelle had done nothing wrong, he hated to see her torn up like this. Michelle’s deep blue eyes silently pleaded with Jim and the two of them nodded in agreement.
A sly smile spread across Mr. Duggan’s face as if he was a cat who had just cornered his prey.
“And secondly, I can’t help noticing the beautiful effects that pregnancy has had on the two of you. I’ve always appreciated the sight of a young pregnant mother, or else, I wouldn’t have taken this job. For my second request, I would like to see the two of you wearing nothing at all so I can enjoy the beauty you have hidden away. And, to humor, me, I would like to see some more of that kissing that the two of you were doing on the dance floor. It’s obvious that the two of you have deep feelings for each other and I don’t want to be the one that stands in the way of them.”
Sat Mar 13 17:02:00 2010