As you drive Mr Williams makes idle chit chat with a few hidden questions.
"So Joy, now that you are out of school what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?" asks Mr Williams
"Oh i dont know yet, modeling was fun and makes good money, but I don't think my parents will agree," you reply, Mr Williams' eyes drift over your legs again before focusing back on the road.
"Ah, nice," replies Mr Williams. His mind is running through memories of the school year, about how he would watch you play gymnastics or basketball. How he would watch your butt wiggle in your tight uniform, how he would fake going into the girls locker room to make sure no one was misbehaving.
"If you REALLY want to get into modeling I know a few people," offers Mr Williams.
You pause for a second at his reponsed. You never thought he would know anything about that.
"Sure," you reply and then you take note of where Mr. Williams has taken you.
You know this location, it's Make Out point, a small cliff to the side of a beach where kids like to park on Friday nights for making out and more. It's still morning, so there are no cars in sight.
You have been here numerous times, making out with a few boyfriends as well as letting a few get to third base, not to mention that one time with Sherry, the girl who was supposed to tutor you in math and ended up tutoring you in another subject as well.
Mr Williams pulls the car up to the middle of the cliff. The location gives you a clear view of the beach out the front window. Mr Williams puts the car in park, turns it off, and unfastens his seatbelt. He looks over at you with a smile playing at his lips.
You can't help wondering what this old perv has planned. |