Rail Me

Wide Eyes (preview)

Past Tense

I remember the first day I ever laid eyes on her; Mrs Harrison. The way her knee length skirt pulled tightly around her, defining her curvaceous figure. The way she left one too many buttons of her collared shirt undone. I was sitting in the second last row of the class when she walked in. She wasn't like all the other substitute teacher when they strode into the room with awkwardness and fear of humiliation. She strode in with sharp, precise, dominant movements like ever student in the classroom was her bitch and we all knew it.

Or maybe that's what I hoped she thought when she slammed her piles of books onto her wooden desk and glared up at us, with piercing brown eyes. Her sandy colored hair was done up neatly into a tight bun that was held together behind her head with Bobby pins. She was a perfectionist, that I knew immediately.

I remember gazing at her with noticeably wide eyes and looking away quickly when her eyes fixed their gaze on mine; it was an act of immediate submission. I thought I saw her smirk through the corner of my eye after that...maybe that's what started this whole thing. That single interaction where dominance and submission was instantly displayed.