He’d never been able to get me off, tending instead to stick it and be done with the whole thing. No foreplay, no fanfare.


Maybe I was bitter, but I felt like I had every right in the world to be. It wasn’t until after we’d broken up that I realized what I’d been sacrificing for some douchebag’s happiness. How I had been attracted to him in the first place was an enigma. The fact that I was still enamored with him after all that had happened was even more so. It wouldn’t do me any good to throw myself into an even moodier state, though, so I focused on unleashing that bitterness in my email.

Chuckling to myself at what Kimberly would think of the message, I read over it a final time before sending it. Yeah, it was juicy. Kim wasn’t a gossipmonger by any means, but I was pretty sure she’d get a kick out of my increasingly inventive insults. Maybe joking about an imaginary disorder where his tiny penis couldn’t get hard was a bit mean-spirited, but he was lucky to get off that easy as far as I was concerned.


Satisfied that I’d not made any egregious spelling errors, being a teacher after all, I nearly sent the message before I startled a bit and just managed to catch myself. If my students noticed me nearly jumping out of my skin, they gave no indication. I could only guess that I seemed to be a rather strange person as a whole, let alone being a teacher as well. Or maybe it was just that innocence at work – sure, I’d been subjected to a share of pranks, though the most insidious had only ever been a whoopie cushion, and I’d laughed my ass off in lieu of punishing them. In any case, I couldn’t send a raunchy message to Kim. I was stuck ruminating in my own bitterness for the time being.

It had slipped my mind, but I’d managed to catch myself just before humiliating us both. Kimberly was on maternity leave, and I had no idea when or if she’d actually return to the school in a teaching capacity. Of course, I had her personal email address, but if we were risking our asses by sending crude messages through the school system, then I’d get my ass reamed for sending messages outside of the school’s personal server. The tech nerds let us get away with a lot, but I wasn’t going to push my luck any further.


I was happy for Kim, though, even if I was wallowing in self-pity at that moment. She had just given birth, a second time, to a bouncing baby boy. Knowing her husband, she was being waited on hand and foot and was not even leaving the sofa unless she was so inclined. She had a toddler to take care of who was trying to get adjusted to the idea of having a younger sibling. Her being on leave was a bit of a bummer in a selfish and petty manner. For one reason, it meant she wouldn’t have access to her work emails. For another, the substitute teacher who had been granted temporary to her inbox wouldn’t appreciate the catty message on my part.


The school had a very roundabout way of doing things, and subs were rarely granted a personal email address on the server. The superintendents insisted it was a security issue, but it seemed a breach of privacy to just let anyone see what we were discussing in our personal messages. Just the same, with that being the situation, Kim had been very clear that I would empty her inbox before the sub was granted access. It would completely defeat the purpose of cleaning out the years of lewd messages altogether if I popped off and sent one today.