It was a chilly dark morning but it was supposed to warm up to around sixty degrees today. Jogging through the gloom I couldn't imagine that happening. But that El Nino thing had sure helped the Michigan weather because you could never find sixty degrees in late November in this state.

I puffed into the backyard and did my customary surveillance before announcing my presence. I saw my intended victims sitting at the kitchen table, idly reading the morning newspaper. I could see the Weather Channel on the television in the family room. Just like Edwin to tune in to see what he should wear to Final Exams. I admired his plodding, practical way.

My pretty little schoolteacher glanced idly through the ads for women's clothing and accessories. Her face was troubled and nervous as it should be. I worked my way over to the back door. Instead of knocking, I let myself in. Both their heads shot up to watch my entrance into their retreat.

"Morning," I said affably. They stared at me mutely. And glanced suspiciously at the knapsack strung over my teenage shoulders. Interested people.

"We'll catch some breakfast on the road. We've got a nice drive in front of us and we need to get going. I'll lay the ground rules down once we are on the road. Let's go," I ordered. Edwin slowly shuffled heavily to his feet, dispair and defeat written in his poor posture. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a rather nice plaid flannel shirt. Comfortable hiking boots. My pretty little teacher arose. She was wearing the tight, lycra-spandex black sports bra and black bicycle pants I had requested. The left a large expanse of her flawless abdomen exposed to view. Her 28 year old body was plenty tight. Oh my pretty little teacher. But I did note that she had put panties on under those tight pants. And the hem-lines stood out vulgarly. I guessed we'd fix that situation later.

And so it went that we piled uncomfortably into Edwin's big comfortable white Ford Expedition. Edwin driving and my pretty little teacher and I riding in the back seat. Just before we backed out of the driveway I hopped back out and went back into the house to do a little business. When I returned to my anxious couple I directed Edwin to head out to Krispy Kreme Donuts near the highway. We rode in silence. When we got there, neither one wanted to go into the store with me so I bought us some doughnuts and bagels using only my own sense of taste as a guide. I also bought coffee for my people and a hot chocolate for myself. I didn't like the taste of coffee and in a group home hot chocolate is a highly prized commodity usually reserved only for foster-parents. Back inside the gloom-mobile I passed out the goodies and started in some warm-up activities to keep the ride from getting boring.

"Okay, I hope you guys are ready for the Final Exam. Edwin, head north up the interstate for awhile. It'll take a couple of hours to get there. And try not to speed too bad. We can't afford to be pulled over. Cindy, put your coffee down for a minute and crawl over into the front seat. Take Ed's boots off. Then take his pants off. Make him more comfortable. Go."

And I sat back and watched her troubled face work and her mouth open to enter a protest. I had to love this woman. Her constant attempts to win concessions. What a negotiator she could be.

"Damien," she said in her low silky way, "how about we just hold off until we get to where we're going? It'll be more exciting for us that way. The anticipation I mean?" Her pretty face beamed at me; her eyelashes batted at me.

"Oh, Cindy. What a poor start you're making today," I answered sadly. I could see Edwin sit up nervously behind the wheel, his wide eyes straying to the rear view mirror. I continued. "What your Examiner had been looking for was signs of obedience. Your attempt to haggle over the terms of a simple assignment.... well, it just doesn't speak well of you." I watched my little Cindy's face go from confusion and move right into fear. She didn't know what to do. She glanced up at her husband for help. He averted his gaze immediately and studied the road.

"Cindy, here's a make-up question. What can you do to make up for your willful attitude?"

"I... I don't know, Damien," she cried out, flustered and under pressure, her eyes going big and watery.

"You better think of something," I warned her mildly, smiling my gentle smile.

"Let me... let me.... I don't know... I don't know!" she cried real tears now.

I put my hot chocolate into one of the cupholders in this fantastic vehicle. "Lean over the front seat, Cindy. In front of me."

She cried softly, eyeing me all the while. "What are you going to do?"

"Do I have to tell you?" She shook her head quickly and slid over towards me. She ducked over the back of the front seat, her spandex-clad ass in my field of vision, her top half spilling down the front seat. Good thing the Expedition had tinted windows or the other motorists would be curious. I wasted no time. I grabbed the top of Cindy's bicycle pants and peeled them and those offending panties right off her backside, exposing her wonderful white ass to my view. Cindy squealed in mortal terror. As well she should.......(cont)