The women’s hands went to my belt and Mr. Jenkins held the ladder. I stepped up and then stepped again – which brought me to where I could see. The camera had a small clip that was latched onto the grid-work that held the ceiling tile. I pulled out the Ziploc, removed the camera, and dropped it into the baggie. I handed it down to Mrs. Williams.
She turned, carefully set it on the edge of the sink, and then turned back to grab my belt once more, saying, “Alright, come back down two steps and then Mr. Jenkins can hand you the new tile. You might as well save him the trouble since you’re already up there.”
One of Kasey’s hands “slipped” and she brushed it against my cock. I looked down to see Mr. Jenkins eyes get a little bigger – just before Mrs. Williams, in a firm but threatening tone, said, “Kasey Nicole Williams Mitchell.”
Kasey’s snickering was cut short. She looked, briefly, at the janitor before saying, “Sorry, mom.”
“You kids married?” Mr. Jenkins asked, looking back & forth between the two of us.
“Yes,” I replied, “she’s a little ornery but I’m the luckiest fucker on the planet.”
He turned to my bride, nodded his head a little, and said, “Congratulations, miss.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied, her wicked grin still frozen on her face – no doubt plotting more nefarious schemes.
I came down two steps and took the new tile from the kindly janitor, settling it into its place. I looked at him – to see if my work was approved – and he nodded – and then smiled that I had not moved until I was certain that he was satisfied.
In a few seconds, I was back on terra-firma and Mr. Jenkins was gathering his things. I tried to help him with the ladder but he was having none of it and sent us off with the evidence.
As the janitor came out of the bathroom, the Science teacher told him, “I appreciate you bringing this to me. I’m going to try dealing with it privately, first. If that does not succeed, I will take it to the police. That will be messy and you would probably have to give a deposition. I intend to avoid all of that, if possible. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, ma’am”, he said – looking straight into her eyes. “I appreciate that more than you know. Got a DUI when I was younger and cops get me all fidgety.”
“I understand. I’ll let you know – ahead of time – if we end up having to take this to the authorities.”
He nodded and headed down the hall with his things.
“Ah, Mr. Jenkins?” she called, turning back, as a sudden thought struck her.
“Mrs. Williams?”
“If you … uh … happen to find that Mr. Sanderson’s office is unlocked, could you wait to secure it until after we’ve gone?”
His eyes widened a little, he set the step-ladder and damaged tile against the wall, and took out his keyring.
“I can do that,” he replied.
“Could you also keep that tile around for a bit, just in case?”
He glanced down at it and looked back to her, replying, “Certainly. Have a good day, ma’am.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jenkins. You too.”
The man turned and hurried off towards the principal’s office, searching through the keys in his hands until he found the one he was looking for.
When the three of us got to the classroom, my mother-in-law found a sheet of blank paper that was bright yellow – like a Post-It Note – and handed it to her daughter – along with a black Sharpie marker.
Kasey plopped down – into the front desk – uncapped the pen, and waited for her mom to tell her what to write.
“We know it’s you. We have the camera. You have two weeks to resign. Do not try to get a job at a different school. We will be watching. If you fail to follow these instructions, we will take the camera to the police. I’m sure that would be more than enough for them to secure a search warrant for your home.”
Kasey capped the pen, laid it on her mother’s desk as she passed, and then dashed down the hallway to place the note on the principal’s desk.
“NO running in the HALLS!” her mother yelled after her.
The only response we heard was cackling laughter that grew fainter and fainter.
~~~ Saturday Afternoon ~~~
On the way home – after getting Mrs. Williams’ room situated – we stopped and had Mexican for lunch.
As we waited for our food, Kasey’s mom tried to convince me that – now that we were one, big, happy family – I should call her by her first name, Kelsey. I told her that I would try – but it was going to take some time.
When I was sure that the waitress was far enough away not to hear me, I told her that I would much rather call her “mom” – as I dumped a load of baby-batter into her. She shook her head, no, but there was a little twinkle in her eye. Kasey, who felt my cock twinge at her response (because her hand was resting inside of my thigh), squeezed the head of my dick and leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek.
When we got home, Kasey grabbed her tablet and plopped onto the couch. Her mom headed to do some laundry – so I went to my room to see if the guys were on the game. They were – so I hung out with them until Mrs. Williams yelled that the pizza had arrived. Before signing off, the guys said they wanted to get together for movies or whatever. I told them I’d check with Kasey – to figure out a date – and get back to them. As we tore into the sausage & pepperoni pizza, the girls started “The Proposal” (for the 4, 000th time). I hung around long enough to finish my food and then disappeared into the den, once more, to get back on the game.
By bedtime, my two lovers were in the mood for romance – after watching all the antics between Reynolds and Bullock. My mother-in-law climbed on top of me, cowgirl style, to get herself a couple orgasms to “take off the edge” before bed.