Past His Prime

Nicole drags Mr. Harris into their old classroom, music from the reunion booming down the hall. He flicks the lights on and smirks, saying teachers aren't supposed to sneak kids into locked rooms at night, but she's always been the helpful type, right? Nicole's smile drops. She calls him out on giving the "rules" speech when she was eighteen and begged him to fuck her. He stammers that messing with students is wrong. She laughs, hard. Everybody knew about the trio he was railing in chem lab, Tracy and Lisa and that girl with the fake ID. So what was the problem with Nicole? He shrugs, blunt: she used to be a skinny bookworm and he liked girls who already looked like trouble. She steps closer, pops the top button of her blouse, says the nerd finally grew up and learned how to own it. He looks her up and down now and doesn't argue. Nicole tilts her chin and lays it out plain: she's offering one last chance to see what he missed, and this time he better not choke.