She found herself averting her eyes as she presented the book to the young messenger, saying, "I think this is what Mr. Jenkins wanted… You'd better hurry with it…"
The big blond boy was noticeably let-down by the older woman's curt tone of voice. He was vaguely aware that she hadn't been able to cum to orgasm, but as far as he was concerned, he was willing to undress and finish her off right now. But her blunt dismissal of him with the admonition to hurry made his young mind whirl with confusion, and he almost felt as if he was going to cry.
Taking the book reluctantly, Jason hesitated as he tried to look into her big, sad brown eyes for some clue of her feelings. He leaned forward slightly, intending to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but he lurched back like a branded calf when she wrenched his wrist away.
"No!" she spat out. "Just go on, now, Jason," she added a little more kindly, but it wasn't kind enough to dispel the fourteen year old's dismay. He trudged out disconsolately, an inexplicable anger brewing in his mind, an anger whose direction he did not know.
Natalie wiped the back of her hand across her forehead in a gesture of helpless exhaustion. The tiny living room of the staff quarters was in total disarray, the big comfortable bean-bag cushions pushed this way and that out of the cozy circle they had originally been arranged in. The switchboard table was shoved at an odd angle to the wall, and the black-haired camp teacher was afraid she might have pulled some wires. She flicked the old machine on to see if it still had the characteristic buzz that meant it was still functioning, and fortunately it sputtered into action. Well, she thought, at least I haven't done any obvious damage…