Chapter 39

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"If I make you smile, what would I get?"

"A pillow and a blanket to sleep on the floor."

"Ouch, baby, come on, it is no big deal."

God! I was going to lose it!

It all started with Robbie using my bum as his pillow. I was correcting the class test answer papers, on bed, groaning occasionally, spotting the same mistakes I had screamed at my students not to make.

"Robbie!"

"What?"

"Let that go."

"No, it is squishy." He gave my butt cheek a huge smack.

"OOW, it hurt, bastard."

"I kiss it better."

"Stop it! I have work to finish. I am busy."

I shouldn't have said that. Robbie hated my being busy, especially if it involved ignoring him. I did not stand a chance. And I did not mind until I saw a big spot on one of the student's answer sheet.

What did the bastard say? "It will dry, Angel."

That was wrong in so many levels. Long story short, now, I was on verge of complete breakdown.

I was sitting on his lap staring at the drying... I did not want to say that loud. How the hell was I going to solve this issue? Even if it dried, I was not going to give it to my student.

"What do I do, Robbie? What do I do? It is all your fault."

He kissed my cheek. "Babe, it is really not a big deal!"

If I slapped him, would it be domestic abuse? It technically would not. A hard one, right on his left cheek would do.

Robbie, laughed. "You can slap me, Angel. You don't have to make that cute face."

Ugggh...

I stared back at the answer sheet, pouting. I was going to cry.

"Hey, hey... You really do not need to hand the answer sheet over to the students, love." I thrashed on his lap, trying to escape.

Everything was funny to Robbie. My studies, my teaching, my responsibilities, everything. It was all a huge joke to him. I was more hurt that he did not take this seriously than the glaring stain.

"Angel, listen to me. Please."

I let him pull me back to his lap. "What?" There was no way he could make this right.

"Give the marks to your students, that is it. You do not need to give them the answer sheets."

I opened my mouth to counter that.

"Shhh..." He tapped my lips. "Give them the marks. They know your marking system; ask them where they think, they lost their marks. It is time to self-evaluate and analyse. You have been worried that they were making the same mistakes. So, instead of simply teaching all of them the same thing, you will get the specific idea, where your students are insecure about."

That... that made sense. That was genius. That would reinforce their need to go through their own drawbacks.

"When you give the answer sheets, the students will only focus on the mark you give them, not the mistakes they made. At least, not the students who makes the same mistakes repeatedly. So, I think that would give you an idea how serious this they are... hey... is that a smile, I see? Let me see..."

I hid my face on my palms.

"Oh, my darling... he is smiling. Come on show me. Awww is that a blush." He threw me to bed, climbing on top. "Kitten... Fine, hard way it is..."

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