TGIF
I hated summer school bad enough, but then they got the video-conference set up. So, we could watch the teacher from home. The first weeks was pretty normal, I guess. Instead of raising your hand, you could just type your answers in the chat, and Mrs Evans could look over to answer it, when she got to a good break in the lesson. Also, it saved paper, because everything could be done by Email, or the weekly quiz on a survey site they set up, but then she said “Well, that’s it for this week, have a nice weekend,” and before she signed off, her husband said “Honey, it’s Friday,” and she turned away. “You know what that means.” Then, he came up behind her, and started rubbing her shoulder, felt down her top, but …