Teenagers house calls | the headmistress’ house

What happened when a teenage boy with an over-active imagination made a house call on the headmistress and would have ventured to document the even for future uses. Read Manley’s account of the encounters on Ms. B’s own domain, -at her very own home. 

Manley would have gotten an invite to the house, and this was what transpired there.

Chapter Fourteen

Me and Mrs. B?

               

Meet the author, E Lloyd Kelly

I still did have some unfinished business with Ms. Brodbendt, which needed some tending to.

On the Walk to the bus stop, I was singing away: I shot the Sherriff, but I did not shoot...

“What?” Bubbles Butted in, he wanted to know, “you did not shoot what? Ms. Brodbendt's furry old pussycat? You probably should have,” he said.

Cute, very cute.

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Close encounter of the worst kind 

After the close encounter of the worst kind with me thinking that I was going to get lucky and hit the jackpot with Ms. B, it never did work out as I had planned. Did hit something in fact, but it wasn't the jackpot, at least not the one which I did bet on, or in the way I had wanted it to be. But there is always another day, and one can always dream.

Didn't have to wait very long.

The following afternoon I was called to the principal’s office, again.

For the first time in a long time, I was feeling rather apprehensive about going into Miss Brodbendt's office, it was like I'd done something really bad, only worse. I couldn't remember ever feeling so bad going in there, even after getting myself into some kind of trouble but on this day, I was so very nervous that even the hair on my head seemed to be sweating.

Guess I was a bit ashamed of myself for... for - whatever reason, letting down Ms. B perhaps? Or, letting myself down in Ms. B's presence, not living up to expectation, not measuring up to the billing?

Ms. B's mission, it would seem was to reassure me, to smooth over the bruised ego. She was so sweet and understanding.

“Don't you go beating up on yourself,” she told me, “you are perfectly okay, nothing wrong with you, nothing at all. As a matter of fact, I think it was rather sweet.”

She would have winked at me and smile. “What do you say? You come over this afternoon again, and I show you how to do it right?” I didn't respond, just sat there staring at the boots on my shaking feet on the floor, but then...

To the house, we went. Miss Brodbendt and me.

“Yay…: I stifled a shout, “Ms. Brodbendt and me?” I said, “we are taking it all the way home baby.” I was sure that bubbles heard me, but he never said a word in response.

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 My commanding headmistress 

“Go have a shower.” Ms. Brodbendt commanded me as soon as we get home to her house. I was more than a bit self-conscious and resented the way how that came across. Is she saying that I stink? I tucked my nose under my armpits as soon as she turned her back. Can't say that it was scentless or pleasant, but still, come on, give a guy a break here. Won’t you?

However, whenever Miss Brodbendt says jump, I usually ask, how high? So I went to the bathroom and got me my shower, just like she wanted. Must admit though, I felt a whole lot better afterward.

Now it's her turn, to get a shower. I sat myself down on the couch and grab the remote control for the TV. I turned on the big box and flick through channel after channel, just to kill some time, trying to pacify the nervous tensions within.

I didn't hear the shower going like it was going the last time, instead, the bathtub was filling up. I could hear the water running out of the faucet and into the tub.

Miss Brodbendt would have called out to me from inside of the bathroom, “Manley!  come here, Manley.” I didn't budge, “Manley!” She called out again, after the third time, I slowly got up and walked up to the door, and even more slowly I turned the doorknob and pushed it open. She was in the bathtub, covered up with the mushy white bubbles. I edge my way back to go out through the open door, by the same way which I had just come in.

“Come here,” she said in a sort of a whiny high-pitched whisper while stretching out the right hand over and across the edge of the bathtub, reeling me in with calling-fingers.

“No.” I said, “I don't want to, I don't feel too good.”

I pulled the door closed as I walked back out.

Wasn't sure why but I did feel somewhat restrained from just gabbling up Miss B. like that, it probably was because of the office, her station in life, her roll in my life, she's the principal for crying out loud.

I didn't feel quite the same way about doing things to get my fairy godmother going. Even though they were both similar to each other in many ways, both of them were teachers, roughly the same age, same physical make-ups, appearance and body types, but still...

If it was goddy my fairy godmother's place that I had gone to, like that, the TV would still be as cold as icicles, since I would not be turning it on. I'd be busy right off the cuffs, getting the biggest bang for my hard-earned bucks. Working the late shift and overtime too, on my fairy godmothers bus, and also on the brand new second hand Volvo.

The only thing that would be turned on after we get inside the house and close the door behind us, would have been me taking out the jackhammer keys and turning it over to goddy.

Since both of us would have had our other hard and even the soft metallic mechanism and body parts already turned on and heated up to a fever pitch, even before we managed to bust in through the open door.

But as for Miss B? It is going to take a lot more out of me, getting used to the idea that I can actually bang on her door in like manner. And to think that I really, really wanted so very much to be doing just that, more than anything in the world, at this stage of my life, my teenage boy’s life.

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