Me and my mouth

I was stopped by Jess’s dad while out for a jog this morning. He thanked me for putting her off having a dog. Poor man, he sometimes has problems coping on the weeks Jess is there, let alone looking after a dog. I assured him that if ever he needed a hand with Jess, or a babysitter, if we were free, she could come over to stay the night.

I wonder if I’m going to regret saying that?

Jess has plans

Jess has decided that she would really, really like to have a dog – now. She interrupted our lesson to tell me that so I asked her to wait until the end of the hour to talk about it. The rest of the lesson continued with much fidgeting and sighing. We were both relieved when the ‘big hand reached the 12’.

Jess would like me to join in the campaign of pressure she is putting on her dad at the moment. I explained to her that I couldn’t do that because it wouldn’t be fair on her dad. Who would take the dog for walks on the weeks that she lives at her mom’s house? Who would feed the dog? Has she got enough pocket money to pay for check ups at the vets? She was pretty deflated when she went home.

Ask Aunty Laura

I did mention the letter to Laura when we were on our own. She rolled her eyes like I was stupid and explained that a lot of girls try to improve their marks by offering their ‘services’. Yes, it had happened to Dan too and Laura was upset at the time.

We started to laugh when I wondered aloud if any of my male students would try something similar. There are some nice lookers but they all seem on the young side to me. Laura said to make sure I keep it that way!

The letter part II

It’s okay now but Charlie and I had a real row about the letter. It started up because we were talking about Mrs. Poppins dying and not having a kitten. We were both sad about that. Then Charlie started nuzzling up to me all lovey dovey and cuddly and started to talk about perhaps thinking about having a baby instead. He was quite shocked when I didn’t appear pleased with his idea and asked me what the matter was.

So I told him that I’d found the letter in his pocket. He wasn’t at all pleased – not because I’d read it but because I didn’t trust him. So I asked him how he would feel if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t answer that. We said some horrible things to each other, but eventually we calmed down and he explained that the student who wrote the letter has caused problems amongst other couples too. He’d found it on his desk after a lecture and slipped it into his pocket because he didn’t want anyone finding it in the bin. He told me that I just have to phone one of most of the wives and girlfriends of everyone in his department and they’ll put me straight on that.

I’d say that’s our first real row in nearly a year of being together. It was fun making up afterwards, but I don’t want it too happen again for a long while.

The letter

Since we’ve been living together we seem to have established a routine where we share out the housework. When either of us puts a load of washing into the machine we empty out pockets and put the contents out on the counter by the machine. So far we’ve managed not to launder any money – so to speak.

I was sorting out the washing and emptying Charlie’s pockets as I usually do when I couldn’t help noticing what looked like a letter – with XXXXs (kisses) along the bottom amongst the papers I found in the back pocket of a pair of his jeans. I know I shouldn’t have read it, but I did and now I wish I hadn’t. I can’t really say that it was a ‘love’ letter, more of a ‘sex’ letter. From what was said I presume that it is from one of Charlie’s students. I really don’t know what to do about it. I shouldn’t have read it. Now I feel dreadful. I don’t know what to say and he’s sure to notice that ‘something is wrong’. I think I might talk to Laura about it.

For the time being I’ve left it amongst everything else I found in his pockets as usual, perhaps he’ll mention it himself.