Perfectly Broken

Away from Home

The intercom buzzed incessantly as Mr. Phillips the head principal dozed off with R&B in the background. A nasally loud voice came over the speaker "MR. PHILLIPS!" A startled Mr. Phillips flayed his arms, knocking over his coffee while releasing a few random explicit words. He pressed the speaker with an exasperated voice, "What in God's name do you want, Edith? How many times do I have to tell you that you do not have to raise your voice over the intercome?" "WHAT? WHAT's THAT? MR. PHILLIPS, MRS. ASPEN IS HERE TO SEE YOU!" Counting to ten in his head, he answered with a slight irritation, "send the woman in."

The door creped open revealing half a woman with a tight red slik dress with a slit up the side showing most of her petite body, her brown curls cascaded over her back like a waterfall. She peered into the room to check if there were any other occupants besides Mr. Phillips, when she was satisified she threw open the door and sashayed into the room with her hips in full swing. She moved over to his desk and placed both hands on the sides of the desk leaning over and giving him a full view of her abundant cleavage. Nothing for mystery here, Mr. Phillips thought.

"Oh, Mr. Phillips, I was wondering when you would ask me into your office today, I've been waiting so long. And you know I've been incredibly lonely since Mr. Aspen has gone on his business trips for the winter." Mrs. Aspen put on her best pouty face and what Mr. Philips assumed to be her "bedroom" eyes. However to him, she just looked like a common street hooker. "That is not why I asked you into my office today Mrs. Aspen," as he said this he looked up into her large brown eyes and discretely looked at the door, he was hoping by the rapid eye movements the dense woman would take a hint. After a few eye seizures that made him look like he had nystamus, the woman blushed and went to shut the door. "Come here, woman," the principal demanded. She slid over to him, pushed his chair outside of the security of his desk and straddled his lap.

Initially he felt sick from the forwardness, but he convinced his mind to overcome the nausea and pushed forward in his mission. Just as he was about to reach up, and explore her body the intercom shrieked with Edith's voice, almost as a heavenly sign that he was out of his comfort zone. He startled in his chair at the noise, and subconsequently left Mrs. Aspen falling to the floor with her dress riding up on her which definitely left nothing to mystery to him now. Edith was still shrieking as they stared at each other for a few minutes, her daring him to answer the intercom, he breathed deeply calming himself and pushed the speaker button. "Edith, what is it?" "MR PHILLIPS! MR PHILLIPS! MRS. HUDSON IS ON THE PHONE AND WOULD LIKE TO TAKE HER DAUGHTER OUT OF SCHOOL!" "What?! What in the hell?!" Thinking quickly over his options, he said "Okay, tell Mrs. Hudson to hold on for a few seconds, Edith." Thankfully Edith's hearing aids were turned on because she did not ask to repeat his wording. He looked back at the floor where Mrs. Aspen was, she of course looked pissed off at him disregarding her.

"I can tell this is not happening Mr. Phillips, I will not be toyed with, I have feelings too." Even though her face was red with anger, Mr. Phillips couldn't help but laugh at her. Toyed with? She has the audcitiy to say anything else? Didn't she understand that she allows herself to be a toy? His laughter rolled throughout the room, which brought an even redder face on Mrs. Aspen. She struggled desperately to get up from the floor with her 5 inch heels looking like an overturned turtle, in turn he laughed harder. "You, YOU, YOU, you asshole!" She sputtered out with as much dignity as she could muster. She huffed after she was finally standing, she reached out to slap him but he caught her arm. He stated sternly with emphasis, "Leave, Mrs. Aspen. As you have said you don't want to be toyed with and that was my exact intentions." She pulled her arm back quickly and stormed out of the room just as fast as her heels allowed, but before she took her leave she chucked a random item across the room, nearly hitting his face if it weren't for his fast reflexes. "That's the LAST time I see you, I thought you would be different, but you're an overgrown ugly sexist pig!" The door slammed with tenacity. Mr. Phillips looked at the closed door incredulously, what the hell? Doesn't she know her reputation precedes her? Did she really think she was more than a pawn? He silently cursed his friend for giving him her number. That's the last time I try this for my issue he thought.