Power And Punishment

An eBook By Reese Gabriel.

CHAPTER ONE

Peter would be impressed if he knew all this. It was Shakespearean, really. So very noble and profound, just like in all those books and plays he taught in class. He'd be proud of her, and someday when they were able to look back on all this and laugh, he would thank her from the bottom of his heart, for freeing him of his shackles and allowing him the chance to come to her. As a man comes to a woman, one lover to another.

There were many things Laynie had already figured out. The names of their children, for example. And where they would go on their honeymoon. Even their favorite song ("So Into You" by Breakneck). The most impor-tant, thing she knew, though, was what it would be like the first time they made love. She also knew where it would take place because she'd planned it all out. It was going to be in the man's house, first on his couch, and then, when she'd won him over, on his own marriage bed. The same bed where he fucked that bag of bones Linda to make a baby. Peter had supplied the ammunition himself, telling the fourth period senior English class how he'd be all alone that coming weekend because his wife and daughter were going up to see his in-laws. Someone had asked why he wasn't going, too, and he'd kind of rolled his deep, blue eyes. "You'll understand when you get married – at least you boys will." Everyone laughed, just like they always did when Mr. Hathaway said something funny. Laynie just kind of glowed in moments like that, loving to see how they all admired him. She loved him, so of course she soaked in all the praise he got as if it were for her, too. Then she'd begun calculating, which had led to her brilliant, foolproof plan to get rock hard, square jawed, sandy haired Peter Hathaway into bed, and into her life. Forever. She'd use sex to get her foot in the door, so to speak, but all too quickly, he would fall for her. She was pretty sure he already had, anyway. It was pretty hard to miss how he smiled at her and how he singled her out to talk to her in the hall or how he always found time to answer her questions the longest whenever she raised her hand in class. Mara and Kiana, her two best friends thought maybe she was just imagining things, but they didn't understand. They were too immature and too much into being eighteen for their own good.

Laynie executed her plan on Saturday morning. She drove by his house first, to make sure the wife's van was gone and his sedan was in. It was, and she went to phase two, which involved pulling her brand new Porsche off to the side of the street, just a few houses up and faking car trouble.

Clothing was key to this plan. She'd worn one of her sexiest outfits, a short denim skirt and a black, scoop neck shirt that came high on her midriff. She had a navel ring in, which was sure to draw attention to her flat, tanned belly. The skirt barely covered her thighs and, as her hapless English teacher was about to find out, she was wearing no panties underneath.

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