"That man has a lot of nerve," Anais said, her head resting on my bare chest as she gently caressed the bushel of hair above my waistline.

I shrugged my shoulders and kissed her gently on the top of her head, my lips tasting her silky smooth brown hair, my nose gaining a rush of fresh strawberry. Good lord this woman smelled like a goddess, every bit of her.

"He's the principal. I think at this point he just does what he wants," I whispered.

"I don't see what the harm is, most of the students don't know about us, and if they do they don't care. They're too wrapped up in the horrible dramas of being a teenager. The rest of the staff? They don’t care either, a good amount of them are screwing around behind his back anyway...so why us Abel?"

I gave another shrug. I sincerely didn't know why Principal Gideon had targeted us, I'd had my suspicions but they were far from good. Did he have an issue with me? Mr. Bentley, the fun and exciting History teacher that every student liked? I'd always had the notion that he didn't like me, was it because he was generally hated and I was the polar opposite of that? Was that the case or was I just being big-headed?

Probably big-headed.

But what about Anais? The gorgeous and ravishing Ms. Burkheart. Every student adored her, male or female it didn’t matter, everyone loved her. She was the best art teacher at Corvallis High, and maybe the best art teacher in the district. What was Gideon's issue with her? Was it because he saw her as unattainable? If that were the case was he jealous that I was with her, and if that were the situation was this inadvertently all my fault?

There's that big-headedness again...

"I can't believe we have to call this off, and if we don’t? We lose our jobs. It's fucking ridiculous," Anais said, she gave a little peck at my chest.

I closed my eyes as I struggled to find the right words to say. Anais, soft hands moving under the blanket that covered us. "We'll figure something out."

"We can't keep it a secret Abel, Corvallis Falls is too small. We'll be sniffed out within days."

I closed my eyes as her hands rubbed against my pubic region, biting my lower lip through pure instinct. I couldn't believe she wanted to do this again, and I wasn't one to complain.

"We can keep it a secret Anais, we just need to be smart..."

"We could kill him," Whispered Anais. I could feel her breath as it brushed past my earlobe, it warmed my body to its core.

"Wow..." Said Anais with a playful tone. "Is that what turns you on now?"

I laughed and rolled out of bed, pulling away from her firm but inviting grip. "Anais..."

She pushed herself off the bed, the blanket falling to her waist, exposing those perfect breasts of hers, a smile unfolded across her lips and her brow veered inward. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it, Abel."

Anais had caught me red-handed, as she often did. Killing Carter Gideon was something that ran through my mind on the daily. It essentially populated my headspace when I wasn't doing anything productive...so like 85% of my day.

"I have," I admitted. "But there has to be a better way."

Anais snickered and threw her head back, a wave of brown hair going from right to left. "What are you scared of? We got away with it before."

I scoffed, pacing back and forth along the side of my bed, "Yeah, but this is Carter Gideon, Anais. People are going to notice."

Anais facial expression soured, "Who? He's a divorced man in his late fifties, his ex-wife hates him and his kids loath him so much they moved to the opposite end of the country."

She was right about that. Carter had been a much-hated individual for as long as I've known him. I saw his divorce coming from a mile away, I think the entire staff did. His kids hated him as well, I had both of his daughters in my history class and they were extremely open about their hatred toward him. It was funny in the weirdest way imaginable. Carter Gideon spent his evenings alone, he had been for the last fifteen years, and I didn't see that changing anytime soon.

Anais crawled over to me, and wrapped her arms around my neck, "We can kill him and no one would bat an eyelash, we'd be doing the world a favor."

She kissed me, and I kissed back. We fell back onto the bed, the silk sheets she'd bought me wrapping around our bodies. I ran my hands through her silky brown hair as I gently pulled away. I could see the momentary hurt in those beautiful blue eyes of hers. I smiled.

"What do you have in mind?"