of parent complaints.
"Ok, and last call, the Simpson's?" She said, and then sighed. Bart was
the worst kid in her class, the local fuck-up and class clown. She saw Mrs.
Simpson come in to her room.
"Take a seat please. Is Mr. Simpson here?" She asked, trying to be polite,
but it was already 11 at night.
"Nooo, Homey went out for a drink." Marge said in her voice that could cut
"Ok Mrs. Simpson, your son Bart" Edna started, but accidentally knocked
over a cup of coffee that held various pencils and pens the janitor Willie
left there for the children that didn't bring something to write with. She
went to get it, and Mrs. Simpson said "Don't worry Mrs. Krabopple, I got it"
Marge said as she went to the task of cleaning up the scattered mess. When
she bent over, Edna took a chance to notice Marge's beautiful ass. It was
perfectly rounded, not huge but it was well pronounced, with a visible crack
in the middle. She then got a wicked thought.
"Oh, look at the time, Mrs. Simpson, I'm afraid I have to go, you see
there's a state law that says a teacher can't stay after eleven in school,
or else they can be fined. Would you like to discuss your son over my house
sometime?" Edna said, trying to be as innocuous as possible.
"Well, I don't have anything planned for tonight, can we discuss it now?"
Marge said with her concerned voice as she returned the coffee cup. She
desperately didn't want her son being a fuck-up his entire life, a...