She searched frantically for something to say that might impress on Mr. Creighton how sophisticated she was. "Do you like teaching gym?" she asked and then instantly felt foolish for asking such an inane question.

"Yes," Rudy answered, with a broad grin at her. He shot her an admiring glance, his eyes roving up and down her voluptuous young body that the tartan school uniform could not hide. "Especially when I have beautiful young ladies like you in my class."

Janice blushed furiously.

Suddenly he stretched an arm out, encircling her waist, drawing her to him so that her thigh brushed against his. "Come on over and sit close to me, Janice."

A little thrill of involuntary pleasure rippled through Janice at the electric contact of the teacher's body against hers. Hastily, she tried to suppress it, squirming away from him. But he held her tight imprisoned in his muscular arm. "Mr. Creighton, please… let me go!"

"Gotcha now!"

Thinking he was just playing a little friendly game with her, she decided to be coy. "But, Mr. Creighton, I'm probably a faster runner than you are."

Rudy threw his head back and laughed loudly.

Janice tried to think of something else to say.

She watched the road as it unwound behind them, the streets of the small town. She was still a little excited, a little thrilled at the idea of even being driven home by the athletic coach, one who had been around so much more than she and it made her tongue-tied.

"That's my street there," she said.

"Oh, I thought we'd go down by the beach," he said.

She looked at him, an expression of surprise on her face. "I thought you were driving me right home."

Well you thought wrong, he thought. I might drive you but it's not going to be home! To the youngster he merely said. "It's still warm, we'll go down and check it out."