Amanda
Bitterson is a substitute teacher. In her early twenties, she
sometimes finds it daunting to teach at the high school. Today made
all her fears come true. She was challenged and groped by a large
boy, but fortunately, someone intervened before it got serious.
Derrick Butler is a guest teacher visiting from Australia. He helps
Amanda by escorting the trouble maker to the office. Later, he
invites her for coffee and after, dinner. They make a date for 6:00,
but Amanda can't keep her mind on anything because she's thinking
about Derrick.
Picking
up the phone on an impulse, Amanda called Derrick.
"I
had an idea," she said right after he answered. "Have you
seen much of the sights?"
"Besides
the beach? Not much, and very little of that. Too bloody cold to
surf. Why?"
"If
you aren't busy at the moment, would you like to sight see a bit
before dinner?"
"You
volunteering to be a tour guide, then?"
"Absolutely."
"I'll
be there in fifteen minutes. Does that give you a chance to freshen
up?"
"I'll
be ready. Time me." She hung up the phone, trotting to her room.
Dressed
and ready in thirteen and a half minutes, she waited for Derrick on
the porch of her apartment building. He pulled up a moment later,
glancing at his watch as he got out of the car.
"You're
good. I'd have thought you'd still be at it. You look lovely, by the
way." His lips brushed her cheek in a more than friendly manner,
his hands lingering close to her.
"Thanks.
You look good yourself. I like the Oxford tweed look."
"These
are my intellectual duds," he explained as he opened her car
door. "I wear these when I want to look studious and
professorial."
"All
you need is a pipe."
He
pulled one out of the pocket, clamping it between his teeth. Amanda
could hardly stop laughing.
"I
think it would make a better impression if it wasn't a bubble pipe,"
she giggled.
"Best
I could do on short notice. I don't smoke. Where to?"
"Silly
of me. I could take my car."
"I
take directions well. I'll follow you anywhere."
Amanda
gave him directions to her favorite part of the beach, a national
park at the end of the barrier island. It was windy, the beach nearly
deserted except for them and a few late afternoon joggers. They took
a walk along the beach until the chilly wind forced them to abandon
the sand for the sanctity of the car.
"Brr!
It's not supposed to be this cold here," Amanda shivered.
"I'm
starving," Derrick countered. "Let's find something to
eat."
"We'll
hit early bird traffic."
"I
don't care. I want warmth and food immediately."
She
directed him to her favorite steakhouse on beach side. Pulling into a
parking place, Derrick turned the car off, facing her across the car.
"In
case I forget later, I had a great time at the beach."
"You
won't forget later." She smiled shyly, ducking her eyes, not
meeting his intense gaze.
"Why
is it you do that? When someone looks directly at you, you duck your
head?"
"Do
I?" She looked up at him, puzzled. "No one ever pointed
that out before."
"Maybe
it's just me, then?"
"No,"
she smiled, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Not just you. I
guess I do it because it embarrasses me."
"Why?
You've got so much to be proud of. You're bright and witty, you're
beautiful."
"I
wasn't always that pretty," she mumbled. "And everyone
thought I was dumb."
He
touched her cheek tenderly, brushing wind blown hair from her lips.
"Then they were stupid wankers. You're amazing, Amanda."
She
giggled, tossing her hair casually over her shoulder. "You make
me sound like a super hero, The Amazing Amanda!"
"Sweet!
You're smiling again. And you're my super hero." He grinned.
"Let's get some dinner. I don't know about you, but the cold is
making me hungry as hell. I hate being hungry."
"I
do too."
He
opened her door, helping her out of the car. His fingers lingered on
hers, his other hand brushing the small of her back as he shut the
door behind her. Guiding her to the restaurant, he let his arm slide
around her waist, holding her close in a fond embrace. Amanda enjoyed
the touch of his hands, finding herself at ease with him as if she'd
known him for years.
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