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Parents Evening

... their children. It was 6:00pm, it was pitch black outside and all of my colleagues had gone. I was probably the last one apart from the head teacher who was in the opposite building. I was exhausted but I had one more parent to see; the perfect woman! She insisted on a late appointment because she was a lawyer and could not get away from court before 5:30pm. We have to be flexible as professionals but I made sure that I was extra flexible for her. There was a knock at the door. I opened it and in she walked. The light, sweet aroma of her Chanel perfume was enough for me to forget that I was tired. She smiled and I shook her hand. “How are you Mr Edwards? You must be exhausted. I am so sorry but I could not get away and you know what the traffic is like in Athens!” she confessed. “It really is not a problem, Mrs Papantoniou,” I replied humbly. “I am just glad that you could come to discuss Despina.” “Please, you can call me Maria!” she added. I spent about 5 minutes chatting to her about how well her daughter was doing and how she was a pleasure to teach. Maria then started telling me how much her daughter enjoyed being in my class and how she always looked forward to my lessons. It is always a very pleasurable experience when I am told such things and all I could do was smile. Maria then went on to tell me about her husband working overseas and how concerned she was about her daughter not having a male role model in the house. The conversation then changed from her ...

... daughter’s attainment to me being the only male teacher and how few of us there are in the profession. This was then followed by her mentioning mothers in the school who had a crush on me. I just blushed and laughed it off. Maria then decided to inform me that some of the mothers had taken a fancy to me. If that was not alarming enough, one of them had even found a photo of me on Facebook and sent it to her friends in Mexico. It was all starting to get a bit uncomfortable but I just smiled and awkwardly continued talking about her daughter. What was supposed to be a ten minute meeting had become twenty minutes and by this stage it was becoming clearer that this woman had another agenda. Turning up the heat further, Maria continued. “I am sure that some of these mothers are having erotic fantasies about you when they go home?” Her eyes were piercing as they focused on me. My jaw dropped and I was surprised to hear where the conversation was going. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled in a lame attempt to hide my bashfulness. I then took a sip of my water and then she leaned over to me and whispered, “I know I often think about you when my husband is fucking me.” With that, I spat the water everywhere. I could not believe what I was hearing. The conversation had developed into something less than appropriate but Maria just giggled wickedly. Slowly, she then stood up and walked around the desk towards me and then sat herself on the desk. As she gently rubbed her red nails against my ...