Monthly Manful: The Teacher
by
Humbuged
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Monthly Manful: The Teacher
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SUMMER HAS COME and gone. Classes were in session again. Slumping over the steering wheel, I looked out at the university building. Colorful banners with big bold letters welcoming the students back were hung all over the walls of the building.
From the windshield, I peered out to the bustling parking lot. You can practically see the dark clouds above the other student elves. It took real effort to pry myself out of the car and drag my feet over to the university building. I needed to find where my first class was. Hmm, what is my first class anyway? I opened my backpack and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that I had wrote my schedule on last night. My shoulders sagged as I read what was written on the page. Sex Education.
Shit. I wasn’t looking forward to sit through Dull Duffof’s class and listen to his monotone drone. If ever there was a man who can take the fun out of sex, it was old man Mr. Duffof. The urge to turn around and make a run for it was strong. With my head hung low I let out a long outdrawn sigh and started walking towards the class. I was still looking at the floor as I opened the door and entered the class when I heard a loud booming voice.
“Welcome back to Huminia University!”
I jumped back and the door banged shut when my elbow hit it.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Did you hurt yourself? Are you all right?”
I stared at the big man in front of me, my mouth wide open. The white shirt he wore looked like it was going to rip open if he flexed his pectoral muscles. His dark khaki slacks stretched as he moved closer to me and my eyes traveled down his pants.
“Everything okay?” he voiced out his concern.
“Uh...mmgh.” My mouth must not be working properly so I just nodded. “Wow...Mr. Duffof must have been lifting weights during the summer,” I mumbled to myself as my eyes reached his shoes. Big feet. Wonder what else is big on him.
“I’m not Mr. Duffof.”