The contrast between how he sounded just before and was sounding at the moment was quite stark. Suddenly, there was an air of sternness. It almost seemed like the sitter had put on the same professional caretaker demeanour he did while taking care of children. For her this time, and not a brat. “Alright, no drinks..” Carmen said silently.
From an out of context perspective, it was incredibly unorthodox to be told to bend over by her former student. Out of nowhere, she found herself in a much difficult situation. For once, the teacher wasn't the one bickering over pending homework. Thanks to the kids falling behind on their homework, she now had to have a pair of hands falling on her own behind. Having just admitted that she should take the blame, and considering the inconvenience of finding a new sitter, Carmen wasn’t really in a position to say no.
“You mean now?” The peril she felt dilated her pupils. “Right here?” she narrowed her lips. The deep breath she took came out through a sigh. “Well,” after seconds of pause, she turned around, unhurriedly stepping towards the island in the centre. “Should have suggested a different method to this when I had the chance..” the blonde mother talked to herself. Gingerly, she bent over the counter. Her palms slid up the worktop until her chin perched on it.
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