Once upon a time, a teacher....

Once upon a time, a teacher....

was masturbating under the tables...

I was convinced, but really didn't want to verify it. It was like the time a guy sitting next to me on a transcontinental flight kept fumbling with "his remote" under the blanket

or the time I walked in on my dad while he was "wrestling" with the mailman. My life was a series of awkward encounters.

pig searching through the dust. My dad was a strange man. I shook away from the hot-mailman-covered-in-oil reverie (with some reluctance) and told her to

take leave of this place henceforth and not return until a fortnight's fortnight had passedth. She pulled back her hair and gave me the witch's eye. Instantly, I

belched a horrific "God Laugh." The Witch's eye has always invoked deity laughter in me. But then I was overtaken by the Belch of Odin which when thrust upon the witch

made her relinquish the reins to Sleipnir. And Sleipnir wasn't happy to be joyridden all along Ragnarok when he had shelves to put up. He'd need all his extra limbs to get chores

done, especially the assembly of flat-pack furniture. As he started assemblig a Torpen-cabinet he whistled one of the melancholy dirges that he'd learned in Hel.