All My Sins

An inside

Marshall closed the door and locked it behind himself. He was infuriated. He was not yet familiar with her name, just that his patience was already thin.
After opening his computer to his class roster, he searched for her picture and at last found it.
Maureen Doc.
Despite the anger still burning in his chest, he admired her picture.
Her hair was such a light brown that beneath the bright flash of the camera. 
She held a shy and modest smile on her pure face.
So innocent looking.
There was hardly any reason to punish or confront her more harshly...but he wanted to nonetheless.
This picture gave him the impression of a very humble and shy girl.
After all, she was the only student who had not engaged in social interactions and actually asked for work.

April 2, 1982. 10 years younger. Though his mind skimmed past this fact... Her soft and supple visage, that doe-eyed look of innocence fueled taboo wonderings.
He carried the computer over to the desk where she once sat and undid his belt.
While gazing at her picture he stroked himself and imagined that she was sitting back at her desk before him.
He imagined her licking her soft lips in preparation for him to cum. He groaned and moaned as if he didn't care that anyone would hear him.
At last he reached his high point and he released himself onto the same desk, where she had just worked so diligently.

-

The first day of this temporary job was over and Marshall returned home to his apartment.
It was a cheap apartment. All of the lights inside were orange and flickered. The carpet was stained permanently. The tiles in the bathroom were a meek shade of green, outdated and cracked.
He hated it, but couldn't afford anything better. Crumpled up pieces of paper were scattered throughout the apartment. He pulled another crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and sat down at his old kitchen table.

Meanwhile, Maureen was sitting in her own room, studying. She sat in the middle of the floor with a circle of papers surrounding her. There was a sick feeling looming in her stomach similar to that of guilt, but she knew it was just leftover anxiety from her encounter with Mr. Mathers.
She couldn't with all of her will remember his face despite the fact that it was only inches away from her own just a few hours ago, she couldn't find the features to put together.
It almost made her want to see him again. To be that close to him again.

She opened her laptop to begin a paper and saw that she had received an email.

From: Marshall Mathers
(TempHFHSuser12@*****.com)
To: M.Doc@HenryFordHSdomain.net
5:34 p.m
Well written essay. Was very impressed with your skills. I'll be sure to record your grade. See you tomorrow.

Maureen was puzzled. He had after all taken the time to read her work and kind enough to grant her a fair grade for it. However, she also found herself excited to see that he had contacted her.
She was eager to see this man the next day.
Would it be alright for her to respond to him so late? It would make her feel better to apologize for her behavior early.

Reply: Well written essay. Was very impressed...
8:58 pm.
Thank you, Mr. Mathers. I apologize for my behavior earlier today. It was disrespectful, I'm sorry.
Have a good evening.

"Maureen? You need to go to sleep." Her mother poked her head into her room. "What are you studying for?"

"German verbs."

"Well... You really should go to sleep."

"Okay, Mom."

Maureen looked down at her laptop screen and found a little red bubble in the corner of her email, she opened it quickly to read his message.