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I walked around the now deserted hallways of the school, my hands going up to some of the posters before I placed them on the walls. This was how I chose to spend my free time, which I had plenty of - volunteering at my son's high school and doing whatever I could to make it a better place. I suppose that maybe I could have done something else, something more productive with my time, but I enjoyed this. Although, to be completely honest, I wasn't completely selfless with my actions; after all, being active in the community also gave me a chance to enjoy some nostalgia whenever I entered this school. Don't get me wrong, high school wasn't ages ago for me! I was barely 36 years old, so it's been only about eighteen years since I graduated. Still, I couldn't help but reminisce about some memories, over what could have been and what should have been. I'm sorry, I guess that sounded a bit wrong! I'm just going over how eighteen year old me probably didn't realize that she'd be a thirty six year old mother, still living in this small town in Texas. Not that I regretted how things turned out, not a single bit.
Still...
I finished gluing the poster on wall and saw the figure of one of the high school seniors. Rick Smith - the school's famous athlete. He was, for all intents and purposes, the golden god of the school's athletics team or more specially, the start quarterback of their football team. I watched him play, a lot. I'm, after all, a huge football fan especially given that that's the only thing that this town has going for it. My husband doesn't care for him - given that he's not a big fan of football. I couldn't blame him if he was still bitter over how the athletes treated him when we were still in school, seeing as he was in the marching band. But that said, another thing that was noticeable about Rick Smith was that he was a hunk of a man. Not to call my son, Kerry, a slob or anything...it's just that Rick was the polar opposite of him; tall, muscular, a strong chin, golden hair, blue eyes...well, it goes without saying that the girls went crazy for him. I can't blame them; I would too, if I were in their shoes.
As for the rest of this school, they all knew me pretty well. I'm Suzy Williams, or Miss Williams, as some of the more polite students would call me. I say the more polite ones because there were a few crude nicknames sometimes whispered behind my back. "Miss Knockers", "Miss Big Titties", "Suzy Milf" were all among the many, many lewd names. I could understand where they were coming from, seeing as I was (not to toot my own horn here) probably the hottest woman in this town; I was tall (5'8"), had some dyed dirty blond hair, wide hips, thick thighs, and two huge 38DDD cup knockers. But that said - honestly, I ignored those nicknames as much as I could, although Kerry would always be so embarrassed whenever I showed my face at his school! Which, as it turns out, was often. He often tried to talk me out of social media, seeing as I was pretty active on Twitter and all. He definitely didn't like some of the pictures I took like this one:
Sure, I showed off my body sometimes, but it was all innocent fun. But I did put an effort whenever I was around Kerry's school to dress conservatively; even now, here I was dressed in a (albeit tight) black blouse, a pair of jeans and high heels. Nothing that could embarrass my son, even though that this blouse did in fact show off that I was huge in the chest department, even though it was practically all buttoned up - and now my jeans hugged my plump round butt.
But all that said and done, I had to finish putting up these posters...
That's when I heard some footsteps from the other end of the hall and a voice calling out to me, saying:
"Hey Miss Williams, need any help?"
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