Bagging the Teacher
Vicky is at the mirror. She has a date. She brushes her teeth, checks her make-up and hair. She’s attractive and in good shape. All the time she is thinking about Max, wondering whether it’s a good idea to be going out with him for lunch. He’s the art teacher who runs the weekly life drawing class that she’s been attending for the past six months. He’s probably fifty. The last time Vicki went out with a man twenty years older, it was a complete disaster. But there’s something about Max she’s drawn to, though she has no idea what it is. Maybe it’s his thick, grey curly hair, or the old brown corduroy jacket he always wears, or the passionate sparkle in his eyes when he talks about art. She’s on the way to the bar and she gets a message from her friend Emma, who also attends the art class, so she knows all about max. ‘Still think you’re crazy – but call me when it’s over. I want to know how it goes.’ Vicki arrives ten minutes late and Max greets her with a warm smil...