Dear Diary –
I pen these words to you totally under the influence of too many glasses of Pyrat rum. Therefore, I cannot be fully blamed for what I am about to share. This morning started off as usual with a grande Caramel Mocha Latte from Starbucks, my favorite chocolate croissant, and a relaxing ride to summer school listening to a little Patti Austin. I know, it was a bit of a throwback even for me. I couldn’t resist a little Patti and James Ingram, especially this morning.
The last thing I wanted to do was sit through a parent teacher conference at the start of my day. But the whole purpose of this program was to secure an opportunity to get troubled students away from their environment and delve into the issues that they were experiencing in a normal school year. A part of the program was designed to involve the parents. So, as I sat waiting in my office trying to remain positive and focused, I never imagined that I was under just as much scrutiny.
When I saw this woman, this beautiful vision, Colin Rivers’ mother, I was lost for words. Considering this conversation is completely confidential, I can share with you how I felt, right Diary?
I was so thrown by this woman. She made me quiver on the inside and in a very good yet naughty way. Her brown eyes were hypnotic, and those lips, absolutely kissable. The body was superb, and the legs just wouldn’t deny me the pleasure of longing to wrap them around my waist. She made me so horny!
Needless to say, my emotions were haywire and I did my best to remain professional. It was a good thing she hadn’t planned to come alone. Roderick Clousseau offered a brief distraction.
The meeting was rocky, steamy, promising, so it seems. But what am I doing? How can I help this student and his family if I can’t remain detached from this temptress? She already has me drowning my desires in a bottle of Pyrat rum, and seeing her in every woman that I cross paths with. Even Tori’s antics couldn’t distract me from thoughts all night of Danielle Rivers.
Well, it’s late, Diary, and I have an early morning at school. In a week, we will be seeing each other again for family counseling, and I have no idea how I’m going to handle that. Perhaps, it is I who needs the counseling? I’ll think about it tomorrow. But for tonight, sleep is my favorite friend, and our time, dear Diary has come to an end.
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