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circular at the base, reminding me of testicles, the shape then thinned and morphed into a long shaft that mushroomed at the tip. But what food it was supposed to be— No fucking clue.
    My palms began to sweat, chest inhaling short bursts of oxygen as I searched my blank mind for anything to give it a name other than a penis.
    But that's exactly what it looked like, and from the looks on Layne and the principal... They saw it too.
    “And this food... This food is... Uh...” Damnit! Anything, say anything!
    But what? What the hell is this?
    Tugging on my skirt, Chris asked, “Aren't you going to hang my cashew now? I learned from my mom they have a lot of probean in them.”
    A relieved breath escaped my lips, as an itching laughter bellowed from my throat. “A cashew, it's a cashew,” I said, bouncing my eyes between Mr. Clint and Layne. “Yes, Chris, I was just about to hang it, thank you.”
    I'm definitely going to label these later.
    A Cashew, huh?
    What did he walk in on one night?
    Chuckling to myself with the idea that this poor kid's mother possibly had to explain away a much more difficult conversation, my mind immediately shot back to the fact that Layne was standing in the doorway with the principal.
    Clearing his throat, Mr. Clint raised his arm to Layne's shoulder. “Ms. Davidson, this is Mr. Torres from the school department. He'll be spending some time in here today for observation of your teaching techniques. Please be courteous, and remind the children not to bother him too much so he can do what he came here for.” Patting Layne's thick muscled back, the principal swiped a hand over the top of his head, smoothing the lonely patch of hair.
    I was speechless, confused, and had no idea what the hell he was doing here, or if I had just been dooped the other night.
    Is this really happening?
    Thinking quickly, I said, “Alright, children, it's time for snack. Everyone place your picture on my desk and head to your cubbie.” My heels clicked in my ears like a death sentence, each tap bringing me closer and closer to my executioner. “What the hell is going on? You work for the school too?”
    A sultry smile spread across his lips, chin tilting in the air. “No, no, no. I just told good old Mr. Magoo that to get in here.”
    My hands clutched my sides, hip kicking out. “Do you know how bad that is? You lied to my boss for what reason, why are you here?”
    Layne's thumb skipped like a firm stone across his jaw, riding with precision down his throat. My eyes followed his thick finger, a warm tingle spreading over my belly as he hit the hollow of his neck. “Ms. Davidson,” he said with a smooth baritone voice, “This is all part of our agreement. I need to learn in order to help, this is step one.” Smacking the folder in his palm, a deep chuckle left his lips.
    Step one? What the hell is he doing?
    “Do you realize that your being here can put my job at risk? Or your freedom? He could call the cops, have me fired. If the principal finds out that you're not who you said you were...” Pausing, I squeezed my lips together. “Layne, this is crazy, you shouldn't be here.”
    “That's where you're wrong, this is exactly where I need to be.” Slipping past me, he strolled with finesse through the miniature tables and chairs. “Just go about your class as usual, and pretend I'm not here.” Lowering into a chair that I expected to buckle with even half the weight he was putting on it, Layne pulled a piece of paper from his folder, and a pen from his suit pocket.
    He can't be serious.
    He really isn't worried about what type of trouble he—we, could get into?
    The children all eyed the new stranger, curiosity washing their faces. Every tiny set of eyes were trained on the mysterious man in the back, bodies turned awkwardly to stare at the newcomer to our class.
    Inhaling a large breath of air, I clapped my hands loudly. “Okay, kids, everyone put on your listening ears. We have someone special with