She looked up at him, tears starting to form, “Please, honey....” she began.
“Do you know what happens to teachers who show their cunts to a sixteen year old student and have phone s*x with him and write notes sayin they want to be his b***h?” He waited. She bowed her head and tried to hold back the tears. “Them teachers get ten to fifteen years of hard time. I looked it up.” She covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly. He leaned over to pull her hands away and make her look directly at him. “Uncle Watts ain’t the only black guy what got hisself a slave,” he said. He stood and pulled her with him. He gestured toward her purse on the desk. “Fix yourself up,” he said.
She wiped her face clean and reapplied her lipstick, gloss, and mascara. She turned to him for approval. He nodd
