“Of course,” Bette smiled. “Now, excuse me, but there’s something I have to do.”

Bette got out of bed and walked to the other side. She dragged her girlfriend up and roamed her hands over the side of her body, leaning in for a searing kiss.

“I’m gonna be late,” Tina tried to mumble.

“Who cares.”

–

Tina was very well aware of the strange looks she’d get. She had taken three showers, but she still had the just fucked-look. She had pondered about calling in sick, but it was too late for that. Besides, the whole dressing-up would’ve been for nothing. She would just have to hope nobody noticed.

She entered the teacher’s room in a rush. Hugh Stanley, a colleague of hers, was reading some papers. He hadn’t made any changes to his clothes – he always wore a suit. He was still young, not much older than she was, but he liked traditions. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Wow, Tina. Some heavy sporting, was it?” he asked with a wink.

She started blushing furiously. “Yeah. I went for a run this morning and I lost track of time,” she lied in a way she hoped was smooth. She tried to hide the goofy grin. The sex had been wild, hungry, passionate, intense, almost animalistic – Bette at her best.

“I happen to have heard complaints yesterday from your students about you giving them a test today. You didn’t show up, so I took the liberty of searching the computer, printing out the test and handing them to them.”

“Oh. Thanks! But who’s with them? They’re not making them alone, right?”

Hugh rolled his eyes. “Of course not. I left Gerda with them,” he smirked.

Gerda was the most famous cleaning lady. She was old, a bit chubby and had the loudest voice. She had expressed many times how she would control a class… Tina hadn’t been there for that long, but she had heard it a thousand times already.

“You think I should still go there or let Gerda have her fun?”

“Let Gerda play. She’ll be so thankful. And you’re not gonna fool the kids with your ‘sporting’ excuse. They’re 16, 17…”

“Oh fuck! That obvious?”

Hugh sighed and nodded. “I can’t wait until I tell Gary about this! Thanks for a nice dinner-story, Kennard.”

Tina swallowed. “Gary? As in… Gary Hing? The… the principal?”

“Of course not, silly. Gary, as in Gary Roman, my partner. Altough I do have to admit, it can be quite disturbing in bed… I hadjust got rid of that thought!”

Tina was surprised to learn that Hugh was gay – and this open. Maybe it was because nobody else was there. But still, why would he share with her? Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, he said: “Oh, Tina, not that’s it obvious to the blind, scary straight people, but you are gayer than Elton John and George Michael together. What’s her name?”

“Bette. How did you know?”

“Apart from the fact you don’t swoon over Turner?”

Turner was the maths teacher and every girl’s dream. She shrugged – okay, he looked good, but she didn’t feel attracted to him at all. “So every woman who isn’t interested in Turner is gay?”

“Well, not necessarily – altough I have yet to meet her. Anyway, you just make my gaydar lose it. And I have seen you ogling Monica, you know.”

“I have not been doing that! I love my girlfriend very much. I fought hard for her.” She cursed herself – she had already said too much. But hey, she only watched Monica twice and she wouldn’t even think of cheating on Bette with her. Not with anyone.

“I sense an interesting story there. But as the business game is about to start, we will have to meet somewhere!”

He left with a spring in his step and left Tina very confused. She recomposed herself, squared her shoulders and walked towards the central hall in search of her first group.