Teacher's Intervention

White Angel and Nanny are meant to be studying. The teacher’s late. They glance up from the table, eyes catching. One smile becomes two, then a leg brushing another under polished wood. Curiosity slips its leash. Fingers wander—first shy, then sure. Nanny’s breath hitches when White Angel kisses the curve of her breast; White Angel moans when Nanny’s hand slides between her thighs. They grow louder, wetter, heedless. The classroom door clicks. Andy Brown stands there, briefcase still in hand, taking in the flushed skin and scattered clothes. Her expression darkens. She steps inside, shuts the door, and taps the pointer against her palm.