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It was a warm, almost hot day in early June at Madison High School. Given that it was the last week of school, the students there were already tuned out enough, and the arrival of summer weather only served to decrease their focus on school even further. Mr. Duncan, one of three of the school's guidance counselors, had the always interesting task of dealing with his delegated group of students to meet with regarding their selected courses for the upcoming year. These meetings ran the gamut from kids who couldn't wait to get to college, to kids who, quite frankly, couldn't give a shit. The latter group made the job tough to deal with, and made him question why he even did it in the first place.
Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, those questions crept back into his head. By no means did he need the money. On the other hand, one had to do something to keep themselves busy. Plus, on a certain level he enjoyed education, and he especially enjoyed the relaxed nature of this current position. After getting out of the financial field, Mr. Duncan spent some time at NYU lecturing, but there was just too much politics. It was always, "don't say this, you can't say that to them" bullshit. Here, in relatively small suburban Minnesota, staff and students alike looked at him as a big shot. The guy who had been out East. Plenty of the students who did have drive always wanted to meet with him, knowing he had connections to the right people in the right places, and he quite enjoyed being someone they sought out for assistance. He did feel a sense of satisfaction guiding a child with drive and initiative to do something great.
As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...he had known her to be an excellent student for the most part, and upon checking the yearbook, his suspicions were confirmed that she was definitely worth a second look. That - the eye candy - was another reason Mr. Duncan stuck around at this job, though he would never let anyone know that. Part of the reason he had left NYU was too many rumors began to swirl about him and students, and a different kind of politics began to rear its ugly head. Truth be told though, Mr. Duncan preferred the girls even younger than a college campus could offer, he just had never acted upon such a desire.
As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, seeing the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...
"Umm you must be..."
He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short dark brown, almost black hair that he had just had cut extra short for the summer, and pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, those questions crept back into his head. By no means did he need the money. On the other hand, one had to do something to keep themselves busy. Plus, on a certain level he enjoyed education, and he especially enjoyed the relaxed nature of this current position. After getting out of the financial field, Mr. Duncan spent some time at NYU lecturing, but there was just too much politics. It was always, "don't say this, you can't say that to them" bullshit. Here, in relatively small suburban Minnesota, staff and students alike looked at him as a big shot. The guy who had been out East. Plenty of the students who did have drive always wanted to meet with him, knowing he had connections to the right people in the right places, and he quite enjoyed being someone they sought out for assistance. He did feel a sense of satisfaction guiding a child with drive and initiative to do something great.
As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...he had known her to be an excellent student for the most part, and upon checking the yearbook, his suspicions were confirmed that she was definitely worth a second look. That - the eye candy - was another reason Mr. Duncan stuck around at this job, though he would never let anyone know that. Part of the reason he had left NYU was too many rumors began to swirl about him and students, and a different kind of politics began to rear its ugly head. Truth be told though, Mr. Duncan preferred the girls even younger than a college campus could offer, he just had never acted upon such a desire.
As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, seeing the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...
"Umm you must be..."
He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short dark brown, almost black hair that he had just had cut extra short for the summer, and pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.