• "Mr. Andrews?" said the short brunette in the front row of the community college classroom. she had stayed after the other students, finishing an assignment that she had apparently had trouble with.
    "please, call me chuck. Mr. Andrews was my fathers name" replied the teacher, a a forty year old general ed. teacher with thinning blonde hair.
    at least, until i decided i was tired of hearing it he thought. the Brunette, smiled shyly at him and got out of her seat, revealing a crisp blouse and a knee length skirt. she approached his desk and said
    "okay chuck" smiling still wider as she said it " my car is in the shop and... it turns out my ride isn't coming. she had to go out of town on a family emergency"
    "i'm sorry to hear that" replied Mr. Andrews, skillfully feigning concern. in truth, it was hard for a sociopath to be sorry about anything.
    "it's fine. for all i know it could be a false alarm. the point is, i took so long finishing my assignment that all of my friends left before i could ask them to drive me home."
    Chuck knew what was coming next. he'd seen it coming for weeks now. the brunette eyed him during class and made excuses to stay late. she was so cute. and so naive. it was about that time anyway. he worked hard to stay out of prison, but every now and then, an opportunity arose, and he took advantage of it.
    "do you need to use my cell?" he asked her, despite knowing what the answer would be.
    "actually..." she replied, " i was thinking maybe you could give me a ride home."

    so naive

    "i really shouldn't." replied chuck "teachers aren't supposed to fraternize with students like that. at least, it's frowned upon." in his lifetime he had become an expert actor. right now he was playing 'the good guy'. he was good at this to the point of irony.

    she approached his desk,, leaned forward, and with her best pouty face said
    "please..."
    he smiled slyly and replied
    "alright, but just this once, or people will start to talk"
    flirting with her would be fun for most guys, but chuck found it tedious. still, he had to appear to be an everyday cradle-robber if he wanted this to work out his way. he couldn't exactly come out and say what he really intended to do once she was in his sedan.
    "oh thank you!" she replied, reaching across the desk to hug him.
    so, so naive
    a few moments later they were in the parking lot, she walking behind him as he led the way to his car.

    "you know, i don't know what i would have done without you." she said "i would have had to walk home alone, in the dark." chuck heard her opening her backpack, but assumed that she was touching up her make-up or putting on perfume. they were at his car now. "i'll have to repay you somehow."
    he stuck his key into the car's lock, but before he could, he heard a whooshing sound, then felt a pain spreading from the base of his skull. and then, darkness. as he slipped into unconsciousness he would have sworn that he heard a youthful, feminine voice saying
    "so naive..."