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Feb. 5th, 2015 08:55 pmThe kids' prom, on live television of all things, was a relief to get finished. Fortunately, the only disgrace they brought on the school was the couple of boys who mooned the camera during the 'blue moon' song, which Bonnie frankly thought was hilarious.
Towards the end of the night coach Calhoun took her hand and led her through the slow dance. It made a nice change from his usual 1950s methods of attempting to get laid, which took the form of patting her on the ass when the kids weren't looking.
After the dance they hit a bar with the other teachers. Being a Friday, at least nobody has to worry about early morning hangovers, and it's nice to take advantage of being of legal drinking age.
"Murdock." Calhoun hisses towards the end of the night, when they've both had a fair amount to drink. "Want to see some pneumatics out back?"
"Pneumatics?" Bonnie blinks at him, but follows him out back.
Nothing obvious in the alley, but the coach gently pulls her over and kisses her. Which is a bit of a surprise.
It's so long since anyone has shown her that kind of attention. Since anyone has seen her as attractive in that way, rather than just as a teacher or an auntie or a mentor. After a few moments of alcohol-induced-brain-slowing, she gently pushes him back away. Thanks, but maybe not.
Which is when he drops his pants.
Bonnie blinks at him, and raises an eyebrow.
"That well known collection of turn-ons." she says. "Engineering penis jokes, liquor and poor judgment."
"Come on, it's just a bit of fun." Calhoun says.
The ethical dilemma is fortunately solved at that moment when a bright flashlight shines down the alley on the pair, then focuses on Calhoun's dangling 'pneumatics'.
"FREEZE, POLICE!" the owner of the flashlight yells.
"Run!" Calhoun pulls his trousers up, grabs her hand, and starts tearing off. Bonnie runs with him around the block, until they reach a high wire fence.
"Wait, why am I running?" she demands. "You're the one who was danglin'!"
"You think any school would employ a couple of teachers who got done fer public indecency while drunk?" Calhoun hisses. "Come on!"
He starts climbing over the wire fence. Hearing the running steps of the cop behind her, Bonnie starts climbing it too. Calhoun gets over first, ever the coach, and drops down the other side to keep running. As Bonnie reaches the top of the fence, a rusty piece of wire breaks, and her foot goes straight through.
She might have rescued the situation sober. As it is, she falls backwards, her foot catches, and she ends up dangling upside down by her foot and narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the concrete. She yells at the pain in her foot, and flails to get her dress from dangling upside down around her ears.
The cop slows down his run, and sighs.
"Boney, the hell you doing?" he asks.
Bonnie stops flailing and looks at the cop more closely. It's Turtle, who rides with her own biker group. Oops.
"Oh thank God, can you get me down?" she pleads. "My foot is killing."
"Who's that guy?" Turtle demands, as he starts looking for a way to free her. "Were you banging him?"
"No!" Bonnie eyerolls. "I know I weren't a stranger to casual sex in my pre-Bill days, but even I got more taste than behind a bin. You should know, after that night in the beach hut."
"That was thirty years ago!" Turtle sighs and starts trying to unravel some wire.
"Bill would understand if you moved on." he adds, quietly. "He knew you'd been with other people before him. But he always wanted to keep you safe."
"I'm not dating him, I was just... reacting slowly. Anyway he's a teacher, I'd hardly have been that unsafe." Bonnie says.
"Oh yeah?" Turtle suddenly looks angry. "Where is he now, Bonnie? He didn't know I knew you, he just left you here, drunk and injured!"
He carefully loosens her foot, then climbs back down and lifts her up, so she can get it out. Bonnie co-operates quietly, testing the foot gingerly when she touches ground, thankful to be the right way up at least.
"Want a lift home?" Turtle asks, more gently.
"Thanks." Bonnie says. "Not givin' me a ticket then?"
"Am I hell." Turtle shakes his head. "You want me to have a word with yer randy coach?"
"No, I think we're both gonna be hung over and embarrassed tomorrow." Bonnie says.
"You tell me if he hassles you, I'll pay him a visit." Turtle promises, helping her limp to the car.
Towards the end of the night coach Calhoun took her hand and led her through the slow dance. It made a nice change from his usual 1950s methods of attempting to get laid, which took the form of patting her on the ass when the kids weren't looking.
After the dance they hit a bar with the other teachers. Being a Friday, at least nobody has to worry about early morning hangovers, and it's nice to take advantage of being of legal drinking age.
"Murdock." Calhoun hisses towards the end of the night, when they've both had a fair amount to drink. "Want to see some pneumatics out back?"
"Pneumatics?" Bonnie blinks at him, but follows him out back.
Nothing obvious in the alley, but the coach gently pulls her over and kisses her. Which is a bit of a surprise.
It's so long since anyone has shown her that kind of attention. Since anyone has seen her as attractive in that way, rather than just as a teacher or an auntie or a mentor. After a few moments of alcohol-induced-brain-slowing, she gently pushes him back away. Thanks, but maybe not.
Which is when he drops his pants.
Bonnie blinks at him, and raises an eyebrow.
"That well known collection of turn-ons." she says. "Engineering penis jokes, liquor and poor judgment."
"Come on, it's just a bit of fun." Calhoun says.
The ethical dilemma is fortunately solved at that moment when a bright flashlight shines down the alley on the pair, then focuses on Calhoun's dangling 'pneumatics'.
"FREEZE, POLICE!" the owner of the flashlight yells.
"Run!" Calhoun pulls his trousers up, grabs her hand, and starts tearing off. Bonnie runs with him around the block, until they reach a high wire fence.
"Wait, why am I running?" she demands. "You're the one who was danglin'!"
"You think any school would employ a couple of teachers who got done fer public indecency while drunk?" Calhoun hisses. "Come on!"
He starts climbing over the wire fence. Hearing the running steps of the cop behind her, Bonnie starts climbing it too. Calhoun gets over first, ever the coach, and drops down the other side to keep running. As Bonnie reaches the top of the fence, a rusty piece of wire breaks, and her foot goes straight through.
She might have rescued the situation sober. As it is, she falls backwards, her foot catches, and she ends up dangling upside down by her foot and narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the concrete. She yells at the pain in her foot, and flails to get her dress from dangling upside down around her ears.
The cop slows down his run, and sighs.
"Boney, the hell you doing?" he asks.
Bonnie stops flailing and looks at the cop more closely. It's Turtle, who rides with her own biker group. Oops.
"Oh thank God, can you get me down?" she pleads. "My foot is killing."
"Who's that guy?" Turtle demands, as he starts looking for a way to free her. "Were you banging him?"
"No!" Bonnie eyerolls. "I know I weren't a stranger to casual sex in my pre-Bill days, but even I got more taste than behind a bin. You should know, after that night in the beach hut."
"That was thirty years ago!" Turtle sighs and starts trying to unravel some wire.
"Bill would understand if you moved on." he adds, quietly. "He knew you'd been with other people before him. But he always wanted to keep you safe."
"I'm not dating him, I was just... reacting slowly. Anyway he's a teacher, I'd hardly have been that unsafe." Bonnie says.
"Oh yeah?" Turtle suddenly looks angry. "Where is he now, Bonnie? He didn't know I knew you, he just left you here, drunk and injured!"
He carefully loosens her foot, then climbs back down and lifts her up, so she can get it out. Bonnie co-operates quietly, testing the foot gingerly when she touches ground, thankful to be the right way up at least.
"Want a lift home?" Turtle asks, more gently.
"Thanks." Bonnie says. "Not givin' me a ticket then?"
"Am I hell." Turtle shakes his head. "You want me to have a word with yer randy coach?"
"No, I think we're both gonna be hung over and embarrassed tomorrow." Bonnie says.
"You tell me if he hassles you, I'll pay him a visit." Turtle promises, helping her limp to the car.