6 Times a Day

The break between third and fourth period was an extremely eventful one for Glory. She was lost in thought at the end of her third-period class. Heather was in Glory’s third-period class on the second floor.

As the class came to an end, all of Glory’s students stood to leave, and she saw an opportunity to give Heather the evil eye while no one else was looking.

Heather returned it with an even more menacing look. In fact, the tension between the two had been increasing over the past few days; this wasn’t their first exchange of mean looks. However, neither of them dared to say anything. Glory knew that, as a teacher, she wasn’t supposed to do such things, and Heather didn’t want to be blatant about incurring her teacher’s wrath.

Heather was also in a hurry, so she flew out of the class with surprising speed. She had plans to catch Alan as he left his class down on the ground floor, so as soon as she left Glory’s class she broke into a run.

But Glory wasn’t so worried about Heather today. Her thoughts were more on Alan and the fact that he’d be coming into the room in a couple of minutes. She couldn’t shake the notion that there was something dreadfully wrong.

As she got up and walked down the hallway for a bathroom break, she thought, That mother role-play I put on yesterday still haunts me. I wanted to look him in the eye, but I didn’t get a chance. I was so out of it thanks to the vibrators that I didn’t put him to the real test. But was it that I wasn’t paying proper attention, or was it that he managed to avoid looking me in the eye, because he didn’t dare look me in the eye? There’s so much circumstantial evidence that just leaves me with a really bad feeling. Am I risking my career and everything else on a guy who’s so sex-crazed that he’d even have sex with his own sister or mother? Or both?

She shuddered in disgust.

She ruminated on this some more while she went to the bathroom. As she made her way back to her classroom, she saw Katherine talking to a couple of friends in the hallway just outside the door to the teen’s next class (Katherine had just come up to the second floor after giving her congratulations to Alan and being spooked by Heather). During breaks, most students tended to linger in the hallways and socialize until the very last moment.

Glory walked up to Katherine, and said, “Excuse me. Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Katherine was surprised. She and Glory knew each other by name, and they knew a lot about each other through Alan, but they’d hardly ever spoken directly. Katherine had never been in one of Glory’s classes yet. But she couldn’t say no to a teacher, so she agreed and followed Glory down the hallway. To her surprise, they entered a ladies’ room, the very room Glory had just been in.

Glory looked the bathroom over thoroughly, checking each stall to make sure they were alone. They were.

Katherine thought Glory’s scoping out the room was extremely odd, and she started getting nervous about it. Then Glory walked up to her and looked at her from an uncomfortably short distance with a strange, intense expression. That made Katherine even more nervous.

Time was ticking on the class break, and Glory, as a teacher, couldn’t afford to be late to her own class, but she just stared at Katherine while she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. She hadn’t planned this exchange in advance, but she had an intuition that she could find out from Katherine if Alan was committing incest with her. If only she could only figure out the right thing to say, she’d have her evidence.

The problem was, she couldn’t just blurt out, “Are you having sex with your brother?” because it would be beyond embarrassing if she was wrong. A good twenty seconds went by while she thought, and Katherine grew increasingly flustered and nervous. She had no idea what Glory was up to.

Finally, Glory simply said, “Katherine, you know that I’m involved with your brother. I want to ask you about who else he’s involved with.”

Katherine blanched. Her jaw dropped in surprise. She immediately assumed Glory was referring to her, even though Glory didn’t say or even directly imply that. She averted her eyes and blushed profusely. She stammered, “I’m sorry, Ms. Rhymer. I don’t know what you mean.”

Glory felt an incredible sadness. It was like a ten-ton weight had come crashing down on her head. It was more than she could bear. She looked away as well. Her brain screamed, IT’S TRUE! FUCK! ALAN IS SLEEPING WITH HIS SISTER! NO! PLEASE GOD, NO! ．

She muttered to Katherine, “My apologies. Never mind.” Then she rushed out of the bathroom without looking at the teen again.

Katherine was left confused. She just thought, What the hell was that about? That was a close call! The way she was staring me down, I totally thought… Phew! I’m all tingly. I’ll have to tell Brother about that. Weird.

She hurried back to her class, unaware of just how guilty she’d looked to Glory.

Glory hurried down the hall. It was fortunate for Alan that her class was on the second floor, because had she been one floor lower, she would have rushed right past Alan and Heather. If she’d noticed them, she almost certainly would have stopped to see what they were doing, and noticed that Alan was fondling, if not fingerfucking, the bitchy cheerleader’s ass. That would have been the absolute worst thing she could have seen at that moment.

But even as it was, Glory was beyond distraught. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw things. She wanted to cry. The one thing she didn’t want to do was teach a class. Yet that’s what she had to do.