Usually, Tim would help me with dishes, but I felt like he needed a break and told him to go turn on the TV. Tonight, I put them in the dishwasher, usually, we did not use it with just the two of us.
I smiled sipping my wine as we watched TV. Yeah, he was definitely trying not to look at me. “Why don’t you go put some shorts on? Aren’t you hot in those jeans?”
“I- I think I will just go shower and lay down for the night mom.”
“Ok sweetheart.”
Tim got up making sure to keep the Sports Illustrated he’d been reading in front of him to hide his erection. He’d need a bigger magazine I thought. “Hey, does your old worn-out mother not rate a night kiss anymore?” He always kissed goodnight.
“Sorry, mom.” Tim came back planting one on my cheek.
“I guess you have grown up on me. I remember when you were little, you’d always tell me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. You’ve grown up and your mom has got old.” I gave a fake sigh.
Tim kissed my cheek again. “Mom, you know you are still the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I figured that was Jennifer,” I said as he was walking to his room.
“No mom it’s still you.” He said with his back to me going down the hall. “Now I felt heat in my cheeks.” He’d not lied. I could tell.
I got up in the middle of the night. I’d been tossing and turning. Tim was in my dreams. Mainly walking through school with that massive erection in his jeans. Headed down the hall I noticed the light coming from under Hank’s office door. I was about to open it when I heard Tim talking. Leaning my ear to the door.
“Hey, Amelia. I just finished the next chapter. About to email it to you.” I could tell Tim was listening to whomever he was talking to. “Ok Miss Thompson, see you in class tomorrow.”
I could tell by the sounds Tim was shutting things down. I hurried back to my room and waited till I heard him go into his. Why was Tim hiding he was writing something for school? What was he writing for school that was in chapters I wondered? I made up my mind to respect his privacy. Surely when it was done, I would get to see it. I mean if he was writing something big it had to be for a school project.
Over the next week, I tried to nonchalantly find out if Miss Thompson had some literary project going on where the students were writing something. From what I could gather was no. Frustrated that Tim was hiding something from me I had done something I had never done. Snooped.
I left school an hour early and knew the coach planned on keeping them late. Philip kept the boys late on Wednesday so he could cut practice early Thursday before Friday’s game.
I started in Tim’s room. His tablet and laptop were there and neither was locked. I searched his email. Nothing from Miss Thompson and no word documents that were not normal stuff. No story, no chapters. Nothing.
It all had to be on Hank’s old desktop, so I headed to the office. Hank like Tim never kept a password on his PC. Booting it up I waited and was surprised it had a password on it. I tried Tim’s birthday. Jennifer’s name, then birthday. Clicking the password hint. “Beautiful” just a one-word hint. I typed in beautiful. Nothing. I typed in several other words that meant the same thing. Frustrated I typed in Betty. The screen unlocked. I smiled feeling a little embarrassed and waited as the machine finished starting up.
Pulling one of the drawers open as I waited on the old machine to start up, I was a little shocked. There were printed-out pictures of several women wearing sexy latex outfits. Pulling them out I realized they weren’t just naughty pictures but prints from an online catalog. Each latex suit was a little different. One had a note written at the top. “This one B3.” I knew Tim’s handwriting and it was his.
Once the old machine was finished, I went to click the browser to open and look for his email when I noticed a folder on the desktop named B3. Opening the file, I noticed two Word documents but also JPEGs named A1 through A3 then one named B3. The Word documents were named STATS and another named B3 chapter 4.
I double-clicked the first JPEG figuring I would open them in the order they were across the screen. When it loaded I felt my chin drop? It was a picture of me in a bikini from last summer. I’d not taken it. Tim had to have taken it without me knowing it.
A2 was a picture of me smiling, that one I remember Tim taking. He’d said he needed it for his caller ID.
A3 was the scanned picture of the woman in the latex suit he’d written B3 on.
B3 was the picture of the girl in the latex suit with my head photoshopped on it. Shocked or not I had to say he’d done a great job with it.
What the hell was all this, was the next thing through my mind. Why would he do this? Wait did he send this to anyone? Shit Miss Thompson? I pulled the browser up. He’d saved his email password. Only one in the sent e-mail bin. B3 C4 was the title. A reply was sent to it.
“I will edit it after school tomorrow and send it back to you.”
Then another reply. “My god Tim. This… Well, it’s so hot and sexy… I… Damn Tim. I’m not sure I can keep editing these. If your mother found out she might think you and I are doing more than me editing your story. I could get fired. But dammit they turn me on so… Just keep it under wraps. You are too handsome for me to be accused of doing things with. Nobody would believe I did not… But my god the three of us together… I’m sorry Tim as your teacher I should not be thinking about the three of us doing naughty things.”
Tim replied to her. “I’m sorry Amelia. I can stop. I do not wish to put you in jeopardy.”
“No Tim it’s ok. I got a little… Well excited. I know we’d neither one cross that line. All of your secrets are safe with me and I’m glad we found an outlet for them.”
“Thank you, Amelia. You are the only one I can talk to about some things.”
What the hell is all of this about I wondered? I mean there was more than the story going on. Tim had secrets other than the story he could tell her. What? How could I find out?
He had a few emails in his trash. People had told John Constance how much they enjoyed his story. How they could not wait on the next chapter. Many praises for how great the story was and how sexy it was. Who the hell is John Constance? Who are these people reading what I now knew was a story he had written? No. Was writing. John Constance had to be his pen name. How and where were they reading them?
I clicked on the Word document B3 C4. I had to know what it was about and maybe I could figure out what secrets he had.
Chapter 4 The Further Adventures of Bouncing Black Betty (B3 – CH4)
Stepping out of her blue Nissan Maxima once the garage door had closed, Betty shut the car door tracing her hand across the matte black Nissan 400Z parked in the garage with it. She drove the 400Z only for her second job at night.
The kids at school would freak out of they saw the beautiful Principal in that hot sports car that was not even available to the public yet. It never would be available to the public with bulletproof glass, Kevlar in the doors, and the extra horsepower of the powerful engine under the hood.