He sat in his favorite chair, a nice, decent-sized plush affair that he liked so much he managed to carry and push it across two avenues and six city blocks rather than wait for the following day to buy it, when it would have been gone. Nice big arms, comfortable cushion, the perfect chair to sit and read in, to lean back (it didnt recline, he hated those lazy-boys, which made him feel like his grandfather) and nap, to type and write in his computer. It was still a new purchase, and he was still finding the best ways to utilize it and see what the best things were to be done in it.
It was this particular thought that was crossing his mind when he saw her pass by the doorway across the room.
Katy was, in his mind (and most likely everyone elses), the perfect dichotomy between sweet as honey and hot as a piece of iron left lying in the hot Texas sun. A schoolteacher by trade, she was also the type of schoolteacher, the type of woman, who set heads turning and eyes wandering. Men would find their hand and fingers moving towards an itch, a scratch near their waist, and those less subtle would simply go so far as to straighten their underwear from the increased pressure brought on by watching her walk. Women would watch with a mixed appreciation and envy. A smallish 53" with a thin stomach and a waist and chest that made mathematicians question the perfect curve, dark hair and a smile to brighten the coldest winter. She had a love for students and family, an adorable voice that never spoke an ill word about anyone that, um, didnt deserve it. She was, he knew, the type of girl that mothers wished their boys would bring home.
Because, he smiled, they didnt know her like he did.
"Katy." He said, not above speaking tone, but with enough direction to cut right through to her in the next room. She came back to the doorway, across the room from the chair. She seemed to be in the middle of some manner of chore, holding a folder and a pencil.
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