Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

One plus one equals? The gentle but stern voice of a woman filled the school hallways as usual on a normal week day afternoon. The air conditioning wasn't low enough for Abigail's taste, and she was the only one who kept her door open during class sessions. I mean, sweet Jesus, how could turning it down a couple of degrees hurt anyone? It might hurt the profit of the school board, but it would make children a lot more happy with school, that's for sure. She had already seen two students nearly pass out from dehydration. Was the world so damn greedy that they would put profit over the well being of little kids? Two! The class answered back in unison, followed by a few more replies and laughter. That's easy!, Stop joking teacher!, This isn't math class! The buxom blonde haired woman chuckled, her pale blue eyes lighting up with amusement. She loved teaching this age group of kids because they were all willing to learn, so innocent, and very spirited. She reached down for her wired frame glasses and then picked up her study book. Alright, alright. I know how hot it is and all of you look so sad. I just wanted to see some smiles. She recited her lesson and the class looked at her with interest. She was a very animated teacher, and when she told stories, she added depth and characterization to her words. Teaching children was the only thing that made her happy. At least in the day time. After the bell rung, signaling the end of a school day and a Friday, she yelled No homework!, and that was followed by cheers as the students piled out of the classroom. Sighing, she picked up a local news paper with an article circled. Good thing I taped Daytime news. I'm going to get this son of a bitch who thinks he can take credit for my art. She growled, and then gathered her things and vacated the room, leaving the door open for the janitor to clean up. She made her way to her '98 still shiny black Volvo and drove off to her apartment. Her lips were pressed in a tight line and her eyes were very focused and determined. She was going to get this guy tonight. After a dreadful twenty minutes, she arrived at her home, and she quickly jumped out of her car. She pretty much busted into her apartment after jiggling that damn lock. She'd have to murder her land lord one of these days for not getting his lazy ass up and fixing her goddamn door. Throwing her purse and suitcase containing her schoolwork on the ground, she slammed the door with her foot and then grabbed the scrunchie in her hair and yanked it out, allowing the curtain of blonde to fall to her shoulders. She then grabbed her glasses and yanked them off, forgetting to do so before she left school. Fuck me! She shouted, storming into the living room and slamming the TV button over and over until it came on. She then threw it on the couch with enough force for it to bounce over the edge and on the floor, and grabbed her DVR remote. Finding what she wanted to see, she sat down on the couch and placed both hands underneath her chin and stared at the screen until the story she wanted to see was played. Rewinding it over and over, she studied the video until she finally came to a conclusion of where he would strike next. She was not going to miss him this time. Because if she did, it would be her turn for tag...and she didn't want him taking any more credit for a murder she committed. She was getting tired of this pissing contest as well. She got up and then unzipped her summer dress and let it fall to her ankles, leaving her completely nude. Her D cupped breasts did not fucking agree with bras and panties were pointless with a dress that was to her knees. Walking to her bathroom, she turned on the shower and then stepped in it before it even became hot and contemplated her plan for tonight. It would be suspicious if she stood there all day, but heading to the would be scene five minutes earlier wasn't working. She decided on a stake out.