Amy took a shower and wet to bed. That night she dreamed of Harley. She woke up the next morning like she hadn’t slept at all, she felt like shit. She went to school. There were the roses, three dozen this time. These had cards from Harley expressing her love for her teacher. All through her first class, Amy tried not to make eye contact with Harley. She wasn’t a lesbian, and even if she was, she couldn’t carry on an affair with her student. The day as restless, but Amy was glad it was over at two o’clock. She was sitting at her desk reading a magazine. She heard a knock on the door. She told them to come in. It was Harley.
“Hi Ms. Carter.”
“Hi. What can I do for you?”
Amy noticed how Harley was dressed. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a see through blouse, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“It’s not what you can do for me, it’s what I can do for you.”
“Harley I-”
“You look so tense, let me help you.”
