She pulled up on my driveway a little before three. Early.“Hi, James,” she said as I opened the door. “I got us some Coke and chocolate on the w...y here. Mummy was around to make sure we had refreshments at my house, but I wasn’t sure that you would have anything.”“Coke and chocolate is all that is in my fridge sometimes.”“Oh. Never mind. Look, I’ve got a test on Wednesday on elastic collisions, so can we concentrate on that.”“Sure. I normally work at the desk in the back bedroom; top of the. I felt so much guilt for cheating, so much anger at myself, such a huge desire to prove Darius wrong and not go black, that the counseling would help prevent me from relapsing with Darius. The counseling sessions weren't horrible. Jeff hated every minute of them. But they actually helped me voice some inner desires. I wanted us to be closer, do things together, maybe even exercise together. I wanted romance and steamy sex. The only anger in the counseling session was me with myself. They worked. It was incredibly erotic. “You better go Danny. I have a meeting with the principle in ten minutes. I can’t wait to go to your party tomorrow. I bet we’ll all have lots of fun.” I pulled my shorts up and then kissed her again. “Thank you for an amazing time. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Have a great day Miss Jones.” “Call me Victoria. See you tomorrow.” I was feeling really pumped up as I left the classroom. I just fucked my English teacher. I wasn’t going to share my good news. The press cheered. I was starting to feel nauseous at seeing it all again through a camera lens, and reached for the remote. Helen grinned at that.“You see?” She said as I changed the channel. “That’s what I want every living room in the world doing right now. Being sick of watching that rich bitch toss money around to people who aren’t them and switching over to Wheel of Fortune.” She had a thought that made her laugh. “With any luck, I’ll be an answer on Wheel, too! By the late news, only the.