“We could slip out the back. There's nothing but a huge field out there you know."

“We'd get all muddy." Jamie cautioned.

“You can fuck me in the ass."

“What's a Little mud anyway?"

The grin on his face almost touched his ears as they slipped out of the back door and ran into the night together.

Duncan Bratt was a very highly respected teacher of mathematics at a private school in Edinburgh. As head of the department many of the students respected, and some even feared, his overly strict lessons.

After a particularly long day educating the high school rabble in the ways of algebra and trigonometry he had decided to reward himself by visiting the Local pub to relax. Many of his co-workers frequented the place and some found it odd that he was so often there alone. Duncan often found it annoying when they would come up and speak to him.

Didn't they realise he wanted time to himself? Though he had their respect he had no want or need of their friendship. The invites to join them and the drunken attempts to get him to put in a good word for them privately sickened him.

Still, he never showed it. Always politely declining any offers and remaining by himself at his usual table, watching the world go by.

He Lifted his glass to his lips and felt the familiar burning sensation of the whiskey flowing down his gullet. This was part of his ritual. A few drinks here alone before the sun set over the horizon and he became the monster. The girls at the school were his prey. So many young fragile beauties. He could pick any he Liked for some after school tutoring. The parents thought it was a privilege.

“Oh Mrs Beckett you have such an intelligent daughter!" They'd beam at him and send their children to his home to do whatever he Liked with them. Then afterwards they'd thank him. Of course they didn't know about what he really did with them in those hours. How they got punished when they got an answer wrong. What their rewards were when the answer was right. They didn't tell either. They would never tell.

It was all so lovely.

After swilling away the last of his drink Duncan was just about to reach for his car keys when he saw her. She was sat alone, just Like him. For a moment the man simply stared in awe as the girl absently ran her fingers through her long raven black hair. After all he had never seen such immaculate perfection. Her smooth alabaster skin made her stand out in the darkness though he couldn't help but wonder why he'd not noticed her before now. She was young, true enough, but he was honestly surprised that the entire bar hadn't fallen silent when she'd entered. More to the point she was just his type. Pixie like features, bright green eyes and a youthful appearance. She wore a light pink lipstick and a Little too much make-up. The flaw that made her perfect.

He would so have enjoyed washing that clutter of makeup away from her eyes before feeding her his already throbbing...

No!

Not now, in such a public place. Much of his Life was spent covering up what he was, what he did. To give it away now in such a place would be the height of foolishness. As soon as he tore his eyes away from her beauty he managed to blink himself back to his senses. No, he would simply go to his car and then call Tiffany, she was one of his favourites. His frustration would simply have to be worked out upon her. She might have been bright but there were some problems in his university textbooks that she wasn't yet ready for. When she failed her punishment would be severe.

Without daring to Look at the raven haired girl he left immediately for the door. When he finally got to his car he found his hands trembling as he tried to slot the key into the door. Falling inside the safe confines of his vehicle he took a Long moment to catch his breath.

What the hell is wrong with me!? He thought to himself.

Inside his trousers his member strained for relief. It had only been a glance at the girl but that was more than enough. Thoughts raced through his brain of all the things he would so enjoy doing to her.

What did she sound Like when she cried?