I forgot what Mr Barber's first name is in the show, so I'm just referring to him as Gareth. I decided to include him a lot more into this story.

Mr Gunn and the Spanish Teacher

Chapter 5

Back at the Gunn household, Vera was beginning to notice the marginal and much improved change in her son's behavior. More surprisingly for once, he wasn't being lazy during the evenings nor watching porn on his laptop as he usually had the habit of doing so when her back was turned, of course she'd hear him making all sorts of sex noises. - Well that's how she knew what he was up to.

Straight away she had an inkling that this notable and remarkable change within him might be due to, Nicola suddenly entering into his life Thank goodness she had instantly helped to calm his sexual side down to some degree. At least this beautiful and courteous woman always seemed to make her son happy and relaxed when they spent as much time together as possible. Her son was now behaving himself properly because nowadays Trevor didn't tend to stay at home alone on a Friday evening watching Eastenders or Coronation Street or leave the living room in a right mess with Pizza takeaway boxes. He would now take himself out to the local Pub and play on the Fruit Machine or play a few rounds of Snooker with a few ex Greybridge pupils.

"Has Mr Church stopped teaching those rubbish Chemistry demonstrations, Mr Gunn?" Wes asked, who was 18 years old now and looked like a streetwise rapper nowadays. He had left the school two years ago and had gone on to study Music at Greybridge College.

"Nah, sadly Churchy still teaching them I'm afraid, the moron thinks it gets the kids interest...Personally I can't wait to see him make a wrong move with one of the tests and to see him getting himself sacked." Trevor admitted, he didn't mind sharing this hopeful thought with these group of teenagers.

"Uhm...Mr Gunn, I think you're wanted at the bar, by that fit looking bird over there." Wes pointed him in the direction of Nicola, who was looking as beautiful as ever that evening. She had uniquely dressed well for this occasion. She was taking sips of her glass of red wine.

Trevor abandoned the snooker game and quickly walked over to join her at the bar. He began to wonder how she had known where to find him. "Alright Babes...how come you knew where I'd be?" He had to ask, had to discover her tangible reasons for coming to find him.

"I guess I must be psychic...To be honest I spotted you walking in here 15 minutes ago, so I did a bit of shopping and then decided to come and find you. Nothing wrong with that." Nicola responded, smiling radiantly at him.

"Nah, I'm...uhm...glad you did Babes. You don't fancy a round of Darts or Snooker, do you?" Trevor felt touched that she had chosen to keep her company for this evening. He started to recall something his mum had spoken to him about that morning.

"Is that a new aftershave you've got on?" Vera smelled it on him. "Well at least it's a far better one than that horrible one you normally wear. By the way, you know I reckon that girl's had quite an effect on you over this last week. Don't you dare deny it Trevor because I know what you're like when you keep stuff to yourself, turning shyer than a shiny apple." Vera tried to get the truth out of him, hopefully he might own up to what she had pretty much worked out, he was in love with the very lovely Nicola.

Of course she planned to prize the truth out of him, one way or the other, with the promise of a delicious bacon sarnie. Mother knows best, she always would stick to this motto.

"I don't see why not and while we're at it. I have a cunning plan, to help you get your own back on Keith Church." She chose to put him the picture, with regards to the details of a perfect revenge plan which she brilliantly concocted up.

"Lock him in the canteen with Pat all night? Shine up them squeaky boots of his, with out-of-date fish oil?" Trevor's mind was certainly swimming with plenty of ideas, one of them he was hopeful of her, taking great delight of handpicking out.

"That's quite a good handful of ideas Trevor. We need to strike while the iron's hot, make him wish he'd not got on the wrong side of you. So I propose..." She leaned in and hotly whispered her brilliant idea to him. - While sharing this info, she took the opportunity to use one of her hands to roam across his arse. She felt like pinching it but then again, she believed they would attract a lot of attention from the other customers nearby.

Trevor slowly pulled away, giving one of his side smiling faces as he was taking on board what she had cleverly suggested to him. "You're down right naughty and I bloody like it. Churchy's not going to know what him, when we get on our own back on him."

xxxx

Mr Barber was parking his low-priced motorhome outside the local community centre, on a Friday evening he would permanently attend an Art Life Portrait class. He hadn't told any of the other teachers about him taking up Art as a hobby. Sometimes he tended to sketch about things that had happened at School. He'd done a few pencil and colored sketches including one of a happy Mrs Baron being chased after by a very angry Welsh dragon and another one of Sarah's face on the French flag. As he walked through into the building, he bumped into Vera Gunn, who was waiting round for one of her Zumba fanatic friends to show up.

The both of them had chatted together on several occasions, particularly about Trevor's overoptimistic manners in the staff room. "Alright Mrs Gunn?"

"How many times love, please call me Vera...but that not Geordie Vera one off the telly." From time to time, some of her friends thought it would be funny to pronounce her name in a Geordie accent. Whey Aye Vera. How do Pet.

Not wishing to annoy this maturing and stalwart woman standing in front of him, he was able to say her name correctly, without feeling tempted to use a Geordie accent. "Sorry...V-Vera... So is Trevor at home alone again, watching the football on the tv this evening?"

"Actually he isn't, said he's going to finally take himself off to the local pub and that he might bring a takeaway back with him."

"Good for him, There's nothing better than stretching your legs out and getting yourself off the sofa than to sit on your backside, doing nothing but stuff your gob with greasy food. " He stated aloud and abruptly. Of course, no doubt he knew he most likely referring to himself with what he mentioned. Living in his caravan had become an actual nightmare for him of late, a few of the pupils from school had once cheekily left his beloved vehicle (with him in it) on a patch of field, in the middle of nowhere

"You know he's even met someone. Brought her home the other night with him. My Trevor's definitely mellowing that's for sure."

"What's her name?" The Welsh teacher asked.

"...Oh I don't think it's my place to say...You see I sort of promised him I wouldn't gossip about him and this lovely girl." Not surprisingly she suddenly backtracked on some of the details, she had just shared with him. Mr Barber started to look curious as to why she didn't fancy revealing any more information on her son's love life.

"Come on woman..." Generally he wasn't someone who liked the thought of listening to a blabbermouth's gossip, however this time was somehow different. He wanted to be the first person to know beforehand, with any luck before one of the other teachers had the misfortune of finding out themselves about Trevor and his mystery lady.

"Don't you come on woman me, young man." She remarked, looking effectively unimpressed by this man's very nosy interest, in wanting to get details on who was this secret woman, Trevor was now involved with.

Vera's friend Mary, eventually showed up and quickly got straight to the point of introducing herself to the strapping and stout looking man, who was chatting to Vera. "Well hello there I'm Mary Jones." She grinned. "Vera is this that delightful man you've been sneaking back to your place, for a bit of hanky-panky?" Mary was after plenty of details about these two's ongoing sexual activities. She was mistaking the Geography teacher for Vera's rumored latest toyboy.

He nervously tried to leave these two women alone to talk amongst themselves, however he then found himself being yanked on the arm by Vera, who was gesturing for him to kiss her or to do something very macho to her.

"What is it woman?" He didn't look too happy to find himself being the centre of attention.

"That's no way to talk your lover like that." Vera dragged him over to her and planted a kiss on his lips. There was nothing he was could do to wriggle out of the kiss. This woman was without a doubt, obviously desperate to pull the wool over her annoying friend's eyes and so he went along with it. When she did finish snogging him, she grabbed his hand.

"Come on you, let's head back to mine. I'm not done with you." He didn't know whether this was still part of the lie or whether she had enjoyed the kiss too much and she wanted him to stay the night at her house.

"Vera, what about the Zumba class?" Mary looked stunned at her friend's decision to not attend the class this evening. Her friend didn't answer as she was already out the door with her Welsh bloke.

xxxxx

Trevor and Nicola were coming out together of the local Italian pizzeria and were now heading back to his place. "So how are you planning on...uhm... executing your plan on Monday at the school?" He asked, while attempting to pinch her arse. Perhaps this might do the trick in coaxing the complete truth out of her.

"Spoilers...sshh" She placed her middle finger across his pursued lips, she really wasn't willing to blurt out too much more info and so opted to stay tight lipped for the time being. She started to repay the favour to him, by nibbling on his ear. Which seemingly left an instantaneous effect on him, much to her pleasurable delight.

"Mum won't be back yet, you don't fancy me giving you a body massage do you?" Trevor asked, sounding out of breath all of a sudden. This was down the fact that, he was considering certain other things he'd liked to do with her, other than treating her to a full frontal and back massage. - Ravishing her from behind or having sex in the shower. He hadn't done either of those before with any woman, so he felt like trying both.

As they made their way in through the front door, they heard Vera giggling aloud. "Sounds like your mum's got herself some male company." Nicola suggested, the distinctive smile across her lips kept extending by each passing minute. The horrified and embarrassed look across Trevor's face said it all, in all honesty. He went to investigate, wanting to see which unfortunate soul his mum had brought home with her. It didn't take him to find out as he soon recognized the identity of the bloke who was lying beneath his mum, who was snogging his face off.

"Mum!?" He burst through the door, without thinking.

"Trevor, thought you wouldn't be back yet." Vera blushed as she found herself in a compromising position with her son's colleague from work. She moved off Mr Barber. Trevor's eyes looked like they were likely to pop out in surprise, as soon as his colleague from Greybridge, lying on the sofa in his underwear.

"What's going on?" Nicola hurried into the living room, to find out what was happening. Gareth looked surprised to see the Spanish teacher standing side by side with Trevor. He hadn't actually spoken to her much since she started teaching Spanish at the school earlier in the week.

"Well this is...uhm awkward..." Gareth said. The four of them exchanged a mixture of surprised and very uncomfortable looks between each other.

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