"Are you… all right?" Ed asked. "Who's Martin?" She was certainly acting weird, he thought, but Christ what a body… what a face! He entered, and closed the door carefully behind him, then stood uncertainly near it, nervously observing Alice Appleton.

"Come… come sit with me… be with me… I've been so lonely!" the dark-haired beauty pleaded.

Drinking… she's been drinking… Christ… Alice is a lush and I never suspected it! Somehow the thought that the prissy English teacher drank made Ed feel just a trifle surly. All those airs she'd been putting on with him for two years now… and all along, if he'd had the guts to come to her apartment, he'd probably have been fucking her all along. Just the way he used to fuck the last English teacher, Sara Covington, before she finally married her fiance and left the teaching profession.

Ed sat on the sofa close, very close indeed to Alice, and tried to see if he could smell whiskey on her breath. He couldn't. There was only a sweet smell, like candied apples, and Ed decided she must be a vodka fiend. But it was difficult to think about anything now, with her being so close and acting the way she was.

"Martin…" she said slowly and her fingers were working at his jacket sleeve, compulsively, kneading almost like a cat as her big blue eyes looked deeply into his, seeming to plead with him.

Ed felt as though he were in some kind of science-fiction movie. Alice Appleton bore so little resemblance to the person he was accustomed to meeting daily in the halls and from time to time in the faculty lounge, that he was completely taken aback. The thick tip of his penis throbbed impatiently as the loosely tied white terrycloth robe came completely undone, and Alice didn't seem to notice or care.

"Christ, Alice!" he repeated. Christ he wanted to fuck her… This usually stuck-up little bitch, this tight-assed little cunt and her high-minded dedication!