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Subject: {ASSM} No Child Left Behind (MF, slow, safe sex)
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Date: Mon, 03 Apr 2006 17:10:02 -0400
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this story without the express permission of the
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Therefore any feedback would be appreciated.  No animals were
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	No Child Left Behind

	He hesitated at the doorway, as if he was not sure he would be
welcome, even though he was only going from his own bedroom to
his own bathroom, and there was no one else at home at the time.
Harold Wilson's wife had left early to work out at her father's
country club.  Harold, himself, was not looking forward to a
meeting this morning with the mother of Merry Dunsmore, one of
his most challenging students. Harold was in his mid thirties,
with thinning hair that he vainly tried to comb over.
	Later that morning, Elisa Dunsmore visited the school office.
	Elisa told the office secretary, "I'm here for my IEP conference
with Mr. Wilson."
	The IEP was the state required Individual Education Plan, for
all students deemed "special".  Part of the process was a
required parent teacher conference.   Elisa was in her mid
thirties, tall and slightly over weight, but she retained an
obvious female figure.  Grey streaks ran through in her long
brown hair, which she often tied back with a rubber band or
clip.	
	She met with Harold in his fifth grade classroom. On the
classroom walls, she noticed several of Merry's drawings and
sketches. 
	Harold said, "Elisa, I just want to review with you some of
Merry's progress over the year with regards to the No Child Left
Behind policy.  As you know, we frequently conduct state required
tests to monitor the class's work, and Merry has frequently
deviated from the norm."
	Elisa commented, "Maybe the problem is with the norm."
	Harold replied, "It's not that.  It's with Merry's
inconsistency. Look, on one test she got 100 %, and on another
test, on the same subject, she got a zero.  On a five item
multiple-choice test, a zero is mathematically impossible.  If
she just guessed, she'd get 20% right.   How are we going to meet
our No Child Left Behind standards it she does that?   She is in
real danger of being Left Behind."  
	Elisa wondered, "Left Behind.  Isn't that the name of some
Christian cult?"
	Harold answered, "Yes, I think it is.  They believe that Jesus
will fly a UFO and abduct them into space using some sort of
transporter beam.   Everyone not transported will be left
behind."
	Elisa pulled out her cell phone and said, trying to sound like
Scotty from Star Trek, "Jesus, we have two to beam up."
	Harold frowned and said, "It's really not polite to make fun of
someone else's religion."
	Elisa added, "In my more cynical moments, I wonder if calling
the act "No Child Left Behind," is a ploy to encourage parents to
pull kids out of public schools to enroll them in fundamentalist
Christian schools.  That way the Christian kids would not be left
behind by Jesus and his UFO." 
	Harold said, "Seriously, the school gets funds based on the
performance of children on these tests.  I take them very
seriously myself.  Do you have any idea why Merry is so
inconsistent?"
	Harold did not mention that his evaluation from the principal
depended on the number of students who exceeded on these tests. 
	Elisa said, "Maybe she doesn't take these tests as seriously as
you do."
	Harold asked, "But how could she get a zero?  The surprising
part is that Merry seems like a bright student.  She reads well
and does exceedingly well in art.  In fact, she is one of the
best artists in the school.   She even does well in phys ed. "
	Elisa commented, "Maybe she knows the right answers, but does
not want to put them down.  That way she gets a zero. I'll talk
to Merry to see what we can do."
	Elisa talked to Merry about the conference over dinner that
evening.
	Elisa said, "Mr. Wilson said you are not taking the tests
seriously.  Don't you like school?"
	"No.  School is boring.  Nothing happens."	
	"You used to like Mr. Wilson.  He likes you."
	"Yeah, but that was months ago.  Since then, all he does is
yammer on about doing well on these damn tests.  He all but gives
us the answers, and then he expects us to give them back.  How
can I take school seriously if he doesn't?" 
	"I'll talk to Mr. Wilson again, to see if we can't arrange
something."
	Elisa offered to meet with Mr. Wilson after school. 
	Elisa said to him,  "Harold, I have bad news.  Merry does not
like school and she does not like you.  She says you teach to the
test.  Perhaps you take the tests too seriously.   Maybe Merry
needs something extra.  Perhaps you could give her some extra
assignments.  If you made school less boring, perhaps we could
convince her to do better on the tests."
	"Do you think we could get Merry to agree to such a deal?"
	"Yes, if we can convince her that you like her."
	Harold was intrigued by Elisa's suggestion.  He was also
intrigued by her.  Very few parents would fight for their kids
that way, but she did in a way that did not challenge him or put
him on the defensive. 
	He finally replied, "It's worth the effort, even though it would
be more work for me."
	He looked at his watch.  He added, "It's getting late.  I'd love
to talk about this some more, but I have to go home, now.  
Perhaps some other time?"
	"When?"
	"I don't know.  Maybe after work."
	"I'm free most evenings.  All I have to do is arrange for
someone to be with Merry."
	"How about meeting me for a drink next Friday?"
	"Fine.  You got it."
	Elisa entered the appointment in her book.  
	Harold and Elisa met at a local grill.  
	He asked, "Where's Merry?"
	"She's at a girl friend's.  I told her I'd pick her up later."
	"Does she know you're with me?"
	"I thought it better not to tell her that.  She's used to me
going out occasionally.  The only requirement is that I'm there
when she wakes up in the morning."
	They ordered wine and dinner.  
	Elisa instructed the server, "Separate checks, please."
	Harold asked, "I know you're not married.  Is it hard raising a
girl alone?"
	"Today, it's hard raising a kid anyway.  It's hard, but I
wouldn't have it any other way.   She's the light of my life."
	"Would you want to get married eventually?"
	"I don't know.  It's hard enough raising a kid.  I'm not sure I
want to raise a husband too."  
	"Do you date at all?"
	"Yes, I like a social life, but there is no one serious. I like
my life and independence now." 
	"What do you do professionally?"
	"I'm a medical social worker.  I work for a women's support
agency.  We deal with abuse, pregnancy, abortion, things like
that."
	"It must be hard work."
	"It is.  Probably almost as hard as teaching fifth grade.  Half
the girls I meet would have benefited from a better fifth grade
teacher."
	"Not many parents appreciate what we do.  They think we don't
work hard enough because we have evenings and summers free.  They
don't understand that we grade homework and prepare lessons.  By
the week-end, we are exhausted."
	"I see you are wearing a ring. Does your wife help you out?"
	"We might be separating."
	"I'm sorry to hear that."
	"She wanted a husband who would make more money.  A fifth grade
teacher didn't have enough prestige for her.  Her father offered
me a job working at his business.
I'm going to have to chose between my wife and my job."
	"That's too bad.  I know some counselors who might be able to
help sort things out."
	"Do you get any support from Merry's father."
	"I don't even know who her father is.   She is a product of my
wild and crazy period of sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll.  I guess
she was the result a misplaced diaphragm. After I conceived her,
I cleaned up my act and got a degree. Politically, based on my
job, I'm pro-choice, but I'm glad I chose to have her."
	Their conversation continued about their jobs, school and
Merry.
	When they were about to leave, he said, "I really enjoyed
talking to you.  You seem to understand me.  Maybe we could get
together again sometime." 
	"Harold, are you asking me on a real date?"
	"I don't know.  Legally, I'm still married.  I guess so."
	"When you decide, here's my card and cell phone number.  Don't
call me at home."
	She gave Harold a sweet kiss.  He stood there passively, not
knowing what to do next. She went to her car and drove home.   
	Over the next few weeks, Elisa tried to convince Merry to take
the tests more seriously.   Harold kept his end of the bargain to
give Merry more interesting assignments.   Over time, Merry
consistently scored some of the highest grades on the tests.
	For the rest of the school year, Elisa and Harold confined their
communications to contacts about Merry.  When Merry was about to
graduate from elementary school, Harold gave her very good grades
and said positive things about her.    She was no longer in
danger of being Left Behind.
	Therefore, Elisa was surprised when she received a message from
him on her cell phone.  
	He said, "I have to talk to you again.  Can we meet at that
grill where we talked during the year?"
	"Sure.  What's up?   Is it about Merry?'
	"No.  It's about me."
	When they met, she was surprised by how down he looked.  His
face had lost all its color.  When they sat down, she asked, "You
don't look yourself.  What's wrong?"
	"My wife and I are getting a divorce.  I'm moving out as soon as
the school year ends."
	"Did she think you did not make enough money?'
	"Worse.  She had an affair with a man she met at her father's
country club.  Now she's pregnant with his baby."
	"Oh.   How horrible.  You must feel terrible."
	He almost started to cry. "I do.  But I should have seen it
coming.  I'm not ambitious enough for her.   Eventually, even our
love life suffered."	
	"I wish there was something I could do to help you."
	"Just listening to me is help enough."
	Harold talked about his marriage, with its ups and downs, and
how it finally crashed.
	He said, "I almost envy you for not getting married."
	Harold began calling Elisa over the summer.  He took her to
concerts and the movies.  However, Elisa did not feel comfortable
in mentioning this to Merry.  Every date ended with a passionate
kiss, but nothing more. 
	After one such evening, Harold said, "I moved out of our house.
I'm now living in a suite hotel until we can sell the house and I
can use my share of the money to buy a condo."
	"You should be able to pressure your ex to provide a generous
settlement, if she needs to be divorced before the baby comes."
	"Yes.  I just hope I can settle this thing before the school
year resumes."
	"Where are you staying?"
	"At the Home Suites."
	"I've never seen those suites.  I hear they are nice.  I have
time, since Merry is staying at a friend's house tonight."
	Elisa had made arrangements for Merry several days before her
date.  She even bought a package of condoms, in case she got
lucky. 
	The suite consisted of a large room, with kitchen facilities,
and a queen sized bed in an alcove off to the side.   The tour
was very brief.
	Harold said, "I can't offer you much to drink, since I just
moved in. How about some white wine?"
	"That would be lovely."
	They sat on a couch in the living area, as Harold told her about
moving into the hotel.   
	Finally she said, "Harold, enough talk.  There is something I
want to do."
	"What is that?"
	" I like you very much.  I want to touch you."
	She reached down to his trousers, and undid his belt.  She then
opened his fly until she could extract his penis.  She rubbed it
gently, and then leaned over to kiss it.  Both of them were
surprised at how rapidly it responded to her touch.   He played
with her hair, and tried to pull up her polo shirt.  When his
marriage was falling apart, Harold had repressed his sexuality. 
	 At first, Elisa just wanted to give him pleasure, so he would
feel good about himself as a man.  But she wondered it she could
get some pleasure, too. She had not been with a man for quite a
while, and she missed it. 
	She asked, "Don't you think we should move to the bed?"
	When he stood up, she pulled his slacks and shorts to the floor.
  He untied his shoes, and lifted his polo shirt, leaving him
naked.  She then pulled off her own polo, shoes and slacks.  They
embraced next to his bed.  He tried to unhook her bra, but she
had to help him.  
	They lay on the bed, kissing and touching.  He lavished ample
attention on her breasts, while she returned the favor over his
entire body.   She gave his erection special treatment.  
	Finally she said, "Let me put a condom on that big boy, so we
can use it as nature intended."
	She pulled a condom out of her purse, and stretched it over his
hard penis.   She then pulled off her panties, and lay next to
him on the bed.  He fondled her vagina for several minutes,
getting her wet and excited.  She then knelt over him, letting
her body get impaled on his manhood.  
	She moaned, "Oh, you feel wonderful inside me."
	She used her knees and hips to bounce over him.  Each movement
increased her excitement.  He reached to feel and pinch her
breasts while she moved over him.   Soon she was wailing as
pleasurable convulsions coursed through her body.   She calmed
down slightly, but maintained her contact on top of him, until
she climbed the erotic mountain again.    His erection provided a
powerful stimulant to keep her going.  
	Finally, he said, breathlessly, "I want to finish on top of
you."
	She fell onto her back, letting him enter.  He resumed
thrusting, harder than before.  She grabbed him tight, until she
was hit by another orgasm.  
	He grunted, "I'm there!"
	He poured torrents of his body into her, filling her with his
pleasure.
	When he relaxed, he said, "I just have to take care of this
condom."
	When he returned from the bathroom, she was under the blanket. 
He climbed into the bed.  They gently kissed and fondled each
other. 
	He said, "That was wonderful."
	"Yes, You were great, too."
	After several minutes, he said, " I can't remember when I had
such a wonderful time in bed.  Maybe during my honeymoon with my
ex, but not since.  I think I'm falling in love with you."
	"What?  You can't do that after one evening.  A delightful date
is a delightful date.  It is what it is.   Nothing more."
	"Nothing more?  You don't feel something special?"
	"Of course I like you.  I wouldn't have gone to bed with you if
I didn't.   I guess I was wrong to trust the emotions of a man
still rebounding from a messy divorce."
	Harold seemed disappointed.  He removed his arms around her and
rolled over to his side of the bed.
	She added, "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.  I shouldn't have
seduced you.  I thought it would be nice for both of us.  In a
way, I was right, but in a way I was wrong." 
	She got out of bed.
	"I better go home.  I'll just call a taxi."
	"No, I'll drive you.  I don't want this evening to end on a down
note."
	"Thank you."
	They got out of bed and dressed.   When he took her home, she
said, "Thank you for a delightful evening. We should do it again
sometime.  But I don't want to fall in love or get married.  My
first priority is still Merry."
	They continued to see each other during the summer.  Finally,
when Merry was safely ensconced in the middle school, Elisa had
Harold meet her and Merry for dinner.  	Elisa never spent the
night with Harold if Merry was home.  Thanks to her, he gradually
felt better about himself.  He wanted to continue their
relationship, but Elisa felt it would compromise her relations
with her daughter. Merry would not be left behind. 
	
	
	
	
	
	  
	   
	


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