I Slept With My Teacher

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Note: Mr. Dawson is strict about 99% of the time.

Fast forward to the weekend, (I think it was a Friday night)I get my sister a babysitter, and take her out to eat. It was some bar and grill. Grill in the morning, full blown bar at night, so anyone could come in up until 8:30 or some shit like that.

We got there at 8-ish, (she wasn't breastfeeding, he wouldn't latch, plus her milk had randomly dried up). Even though she missed being with her son, she enjoyed her 'me' time. After she ate, she ordered some drink that I've never heard.

Once the 'grill closed' and they were getting ready for bar part, some bartender lady asked my for my ID, she said i wasn't allowed in here after a certain time. 'No shit Sherlock'

I told her that I was her DD (pointing to my sister). She called her manager, that just so happened to be the owner, and asked what she she do. She tells me that as long as I don't drink any alcohol that I can stay.

As the night went on, my sister had a few drinks with her friend that works at the bar but wasn't working that night.

Side note: You could tell he was into her. He was crushing hard.

(It was maybe 11:30-11:45, I don't remember exactly. It was late, that much I do remember.) She was ready to go home.

Also note that she wasn't drunk, or buzzed. She knows how to pace herself thanks to her 21st birthday.

As we're walking out (when I say we, I mean me, my sister, and her friend that clearly wants to be more than friends), I noticed Mr. Dawson was in the back corner clearly drunk. I didn't even notice he was there before. I tell my sister that I'll be back and that she can go ahead and get in the car.

I walk over to Mr. Dawson and ask if he's ok.

(I'll be paraphrasing this, I don't remember everything that was said, or exactly how it was said)

"I'm fine."

"Do you have a DD?"

"No I'll be fine, what are you doing here anyway it's past the restaurant time?"

"I was my sister's DD, turns out she didn't drink a lot so she didn't need me."

The conversation was short. I walked to my car, my sister is horrible with taking hints from guys, they're just sitting at the table outside chit chatting. I ask her "You ready?" Or whatever I said. We get in the car, and I'm about to back out of the parking space when I see Mr. Dawson walking... slightly stumbling, with keys in hand.

Mr. Dawson's first name will be... I don't know.. Ben.

I put the car in park and get out. I walk over to Ben and he's in his truck. He kinda looked like he was debating on driving. I knock on his window and he rolls it down. I tell him I'm not comfortable with him driving home in the state he's in. (I can be stubborn when I want or need to be.) After a few minutes of arguing, he agrees to let me take him home. I open his door and remove the keys from the ignition and tell him I need to let my sister know what's going on.

At first when I leaned over him to remove the keys, it was kind of awkward.

I tell my sister what was going on, (not that he was my teacher, just a friend that I didn't want to drive drunk.) and ask her if she was ok to follow behind. She said that she was.

Anyway, my sister follows me in my car.

Ben gives the directions as I come upon where I need to go next. His house was only about 10 minutes from the bar/grill. If that.