Flesh & Blood

Chapter 13

Mrs. Cope

I hated insomnia – up all hours of the night, and then I had to go in and put a smile on my face for everyone that visited that little cell of an office at the high school. I had to at least appear that I was doing my job to the best of my abilities because Mr. Greene would love to find a reason to get rid of me. It was no secret to anyone who worked at the school that he was screwing Mrs. Stanley on a regular basis. She would come in at least twice a week and request an emergency conference about her daughter, Jessica. But, from the moaning and squealing that would ensue, it didn't sound like they talked much.

I should get one of those tape recorders from Walmart and record the sounds as 'job security', but that wouldn't be a very Christian-like thing to do. Plus, the last thing I needed was to think about how someone like her could just spread her legs and the men would come running. It'd been too long since I'd had any relations, and my battery-operated boyfriend just wasn't the same. If I had a recording of those noises, maybe it would enhance the experience though…

No, I didn't need to think about intercourse. It wasn't proper. It was bad enough that I'd started drooling over some of the sexy young things that were still underage, but it doesn't hurt to look – especially that Edward Cullen. He reminded me of my Bert, God rest his soul. What I wouldn't give to get a glimpse of that body naked! I would have enough fantasy material for another decade.

I trudged downstairs to the kitchen to make myself a nice glass of warm milk. Hopefully, it would help me rest a little bit more before I would have to get ready for work once again. Maybe Edward would come into the office today to request something. That would make the entire day worthwhile.

I flipped on the light switch and had quite a start, causing me to jump and scream as my heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest. Standing in front of me was Alice Cullen—Edward's sister—and she didn't look too good. From the looks of the broken glass door, she'd apparently broken into my house. I bet she was on that reefer. That stuff makes you crazy – I know, I've seen the movie Reefer Madness! And Alice definitely looked crazy, even for the teeny little thing that she was. If it was anyone else, I'd be terrified out of my wits, but I had at least a hundred pounds on her and I could probably suffocate her in my butt crack if I needed to.

I grabbed at my heart as I waited for my breathing to calm down enough to talk.

"Alice, dear, do you need some help? I can call your father if you'd like?"

Yes, I would gladly call Dr. Cullen, another man that starred in my fantasies often. I smiled slightly, thinking about his round bottom. I always dropped things in front of him so he'd have to bend over and I could get a good look at his derriere. His wife really was a lucky duck.

I was brought out of my thoughts about Dr. Sexybottom by Alice shuffling closer to me. I took a step back because she was getting close to entering my personal space and I grabbed for the phone.

There was something very wrong with her and she was beginning to scare me.

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