Obsessed with Submission

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On Monday, Ophelia avoids Dr. Davis' classroom like the black plague. She stays near Judy's or Mr. Roger's classroom, alternating between the two. In front of her, Mr. Rogers is currently teaching a lesson on the different types of muscle; skeletal, cardiac, and smooth. She has the lesson plan on the desk, watching the student's reactions to certain topics discussed and noting which ones they might need to go over again tomorrow.

The bell sounds, signaling the end of 3rd period. Ophelia reminds the students about the pages they should read tonight, wishing them all a great day. "That was good."

Mr. Roger picks up his thermos of coffee. "I saw a few confused faces in the middle row."

"Yeah, I marked on which parts, so far all the classes are the same." She goes around his desk and pulls the powerpoint back up onto the board. "I think colored pictures instead of black and white would be better so that the students can tell the difference in structure."

He drinks from his thermos, making a shoo motion with his hand. "Go ahead then Ophelia, you know I don't care if you alter any of the lessons."

"Thanks, Mr. Rogers." At his glare, she smiles kicking the leg of his chair lightly, "Alan, yes, I know you said to call you that." He harumphs into his thermos but there's a twinkle in his eye that lets Ophelia know he's in a joking mood.

"Did you have a good weekend with your friend?" He pulls out his old iPhone 6. He insisted he only kept it because it had a button on it. Ophelia could see the appeal, but she adored her Samsung. "I went fishing with my grandson, here look at the fish he caught."

Ophelia was expecting a child but her eyes went wide, mouth dropping open at the hunk on the screen. The man was blonde and green-eyed, with sun-kissed skin, and wearing only cargo shorts as he stood up in a boat with a fish in his hands. He had a large white smile with the beginnings of a six-pack. He looked like a country himbo.

She grabs his phone in her hands while he laughs at her sputtering. "This is your grandson?" Ophelia shoves the phone in his face, "This grown man?"

"Yes, Felix. He's around your age." A gleam enters his eyes. "He's single, just broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago."

Ophelia sticks her tongue out at him, "Nope, I'm fine Alan."

"He just finished his master's in marine biology." Alan reclines back, a smug air about him. "He moves to the Texas Gulf soon, got a job down there."

Not a himbo, just a really country-looking smart guy. "I hate Texas, heard bad things about the military bases there."

"Texas is lovely and you'll never run out of activities to do. You can drive 12 hours in one direction and still be in the state. El Paso is great." He stands heading to the door. The next group of students comes pouring inside after he opens it. "I can give you his number."