Nick Eastwood

No virgin schoolteacher

CHAPTER ONE

Miss Jamie Johnson was trying to conduct a lesson in English grammar, but it wasn't easy to keep her students' attention on a Friday afternoon. It was the last class of the day, and all the kids kept glancing longingly at the clock.

They probably had fun-filled weekends to look forward to, dates and parities. Not Jamie. Her students might be the last people she'd see till Monday. She didn't look forward to another lonely weekend in her apartment. She wished she had a date, too.

She tried to imagine the kind of man she'd go out with. He'd be handsome, of course, and very intelligent and a real gentleman. He'd, be interested in books like she was. Perhaps they'd go to an art museum, then to dinner, maybe even dancing.

"Hey, teacher, you're daydreaming," somebody called.

Jamie blushed hard.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she exclaimed. "I guess we're all anxious to leave. And since it's almost time for the bell – class dismissed."

The kids let out a whoop of joy and stampeded for the door. Jamie started gathering up her things, ashamed of herself for letting her mind wander like that. It was so silly of her to daydream. She knew perfectly well that she'd never date, never get to know any men.

Nick, the class troublemaker and clown, lingered behind the other students. Finally only he and Jamie were left in the classroom, and he wandered over to her desk, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Doing anything this weekend, Miss Johnson?" he asked.

"Very funny, Nick," Jamie said.