My Old Teacher

I wasn't good at school is being generous, lousy is closer to the mark. I left school became a plumber and never looked back as the saying goes. I was out on the town and 23 years old and almost 8 years since leaving school. I walked into a bar for drink on a Friday night and hadn't had any luck finding a girl. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time and use to go out and pickup a girl have some fun. But it was lean picking that night, on a couple of people in the bar and only one woman. She was drunk and barman was going to throw her out on the street. I wasn't concerned, then I saw her face, it was Alison Mrs T my old history teacher and she was the only teacher to really try and help me at school. So I said I knew her and would see her home, I was known by the barman and so he let me take her. Alison was then 35 and I thought she must have been sick or something. When I was at school she was married to the assistant principal who wasn't one of my favorite teachers at the school. I tried asking her were she lived and didn't get much of an answer. So I took her to my place a 2 bedroom cottage, put her in my spare room and let her sleep it off. I could've gone out again, but thought better stay home. Alison stayed asleep in the other room all night, I was making breakfast bacon and eggs on fresh toast. Alison smell the food and came to the kitchen, she still wasn't with it. I gave her breakfast and coffee and only after she finished eating did she asked where she was and who I was. I said I'm Barry you use to teach 8 and 9 years ago, probably your most disappointing student ever. Barry I remember you, you left to be a plumber and she asked how did I get here with you. I said I walked into the bar and they were about to throw you out on the street. So I brought you here, is there someone I could ring to pick you up. No, no one I'm divorced now and live alone she answered, I said when your up to it I'll take you to your car. No car and I live just up the street from the bar in the old rooming house she replied. That dump I said before realizing it, yeah since the divorce I haven't been copping well and down out of work and work spot job to get by and drink too much she answered. I felt sorry for her and told her if she wanted I had the spare room she has slept she could have. Why would you do that for me she asked, you were the only teacher that tried to help when I was at school I answered. Anyway several hours later I took her to the rooming house (roach motel), rats won't go there to get her stuff which was much at one plastic bag. The landlord wouldn't let have till she paid her back rent for two weeks $40 and that was really overcharging I thought she had no money and I paid to get her away from that dump. Back at my place she asked did have a bathrobe or something similar. I did I had packed it by mistake at beach hotel a year or so before and had paid in cash and given an address of the Meat works back home. I thought they charged too much for their rooms anyway. So she washed all her clothes and had a long soaking bath, she didn't have much clothing at all. I put it into the dryer, it was still going when she came of the bathroom. We went the next day Sunday to local church charity sale. So she could get some extra clothing and I usually buy cakes and stuff there. We got back and I told her I would help as much as she wanted and over the following weeks she looked for work and found none. I heard while working at a school they were short of teachers and were having trouble find them. I told the principal I knew of a teacher who had been ill and now recovered, I told him Alison's name, she a reputation as a drunk and he knew it. I told him she had recovered and reformed and was a great teacher, I knew from personal experience. He saw I really believe what I was saying and told me to her contact him and gave his number. Instead of going straight to yard with work truck I dropped by home and depressed Alison was there, she hadn't found any work. I told her of the teachers job and she was happy, then said they will find out I'm a drunk and I won't get it. I said you haven't had a drink since living here with me and I told the principal you had reformed and recovered. I gave my cellphone and she rang him and he said he would see her next morning for a interview. She was worried about to wear and how she would get there, minor stuff I said. Adding you get ready and we'll go shopping as soon as I get back from returning the work truck. I back and the wondered why I was late, I said I had help woman with a flat tire. I was reliable and I asked could I've the day off tomorrow as my aunt was in town for the day. I couldn't my mother as she had passed away 2 years before and he knew that. He said not much on tomorrow so okay. I got home and Alison was ready I took her shopping for what she needed. Next morning (Friday) I took her to the interview and she got the job starting the next Monday on a trial basis. But it was better than a rejection, that evening we when out and had dinner and some fun and returned home still in a party mood. Alison asked me would I like her to join me in my bed and I said yes please. That was the start of our sexual relationship. I also got her her own cellphone and had her do me a big favor, ring my boss and tell him our grateful she was that I stopped and changed her tire and how I wouldn't accept anything for doing it. I told I had used it as reason for being late back. Anyway she not on trial anymore and still shares my bed every night 4 years later with a daughter and she is pregnant again. We are very happy together and have added another room last year to meet the needs of our growing family