Restitution

Mary’s teacher suddenly appeared as a few children began to stray from the straight line she had originally formed. She ushered the children back to their places until it was time to board their bus. Too many goddammed rules as far as I’m concerned, he thought. Mary seemed unconcerned with the rules for the most part, and he laughed when she twirled her skirt and bounced around anyway. She was some little tease! He could hardly breathe with excitement as he watched her. He’d been patient, waiting and watching, intent on her next move. Nervously, he began to pick his teeth with the toothpick he’d found on the seat. It wasn’t long before he dropped the toothpick, and his hand slid down to his zipper. Suddenly, he was aware that there was a knock on the driver’s side window. It startled the hell out of him and embarrassed him. His face turned bright red. He struggled to gain composure as he rolled down the window.