Monday morning I arrived at the central administration building for my meeting with the superintendent. Mr. Markos was a handsome man of Greek descent. I’d often fantasized about what he would look like under his suit, with his barrel chest and wonderfully shaped gluteus maximus.
He was in the reception area when I arrived, talking with his secretary.
“Mr. Bennett. Thank you for coming. Please come in.”
He closed the door behind him and indicated I should sit down. I chose a chair in front of his desk and he took the one next to it, rather than retreating behind the barrier the large mahogany piece of furniture would have created.
He got right to the point. “How long have you been teaching?”
“I’ve been with the district for twenty-two years. Before that I was an instructor at the Univ
