Page 9 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
“Canned peaches in this one and...I don’t know...looks like pears.”
“I’ll take the peaches.”
Igor handed him the jar of peaches which Boris, once again, set between his thighs. With a smirk, Igor opened the jar of pears for himself.
“Watch where you’re going,” Igor warned as Boris swerved on the road.
“These damned peaches are so slippery and slimy.” He reached in the jar to pick out another slice of peach, once again swerving on the road.
“Damn it, Boris.” He reached for the jar between Boris’s legs. “If you can’t eat and drive, you’ll just have to eat later.”
Boris slowed the car down. “In that case, I’ll just stop here in the middle of the road and eat.”
“Stop with your insanity. We need to find an adequate house to hide out in.”
Boris pressed down on the accelerator a bit. “Well, you could feed me while I drive.”
“Again. Stop with your insanity. I will not feed you.”
“Choose your insanity, Igor; we stop in the middle of the road, or you feed me.”
“Fine. Fine. Speed up and I’ll feed you.”
Boris reached a cruising speed of fifty-five miles an hour and turned to Igor, his mouth wide open. Igor dutifully slipped a slice of peach into his mouth.
“There,” Boris said as he chewed. “That wasn’t so hard.” He swallowed and turned once again to Igor with his mouth wide open.
“Damn! Look where you’re going.”
But it was too late. The bend in the road came upon them too quickly and Boris was unable to correct the car’s trajectory. After screeching from one side of the road to the other, they finally ended their journey in a ditch.
Fuming, Igor glared at Boris. Before he could say anything, Boris hopped out of the car.
“Don’t say it. I know what you’re going to say and there’s no point in blaming me. Let’s go.”
“Hold on a second,” Igor said as, he too, exited the car and looked at their predicament. “Maybe we can back it out of here.”
But the moment he saw the front tire deeply imbedded in thick mud, he knew it was a lost cause.
“Great,” Igor said as he climbed up onto the road. “And just as we have no houses in sight.”
“What about over there?”Boris said as he pointed farther down the road. “I see a few lights on.”
Igor harrumphed, slapped the dust off his American style jeans and took to the road.
“Hey. Hold on,” Boris said as he popped his head back into the car. “What about those peaches? Were there any left in the jar?”
“No. They spilled out everywhere. Besides, I think you’ll be able to have all the peaches you want in that house over there. Look at it. Even from this distance you can see how huge it is. Probably has a cellar filled with goodies.”
“But what about the lights, Igor?”Boris said as he ran up alongside Igor, the mostly empty jar of peaches in his hand.
Igor shot a deriding glare at Boris.
“That means there are probably people there,” Boris persisted despite the glare. “You said we had to find an empty house.” He ate the few slices of peach left in the jar and tossed it over his shoulder.
“They may have just left the lights on to scare intruders away. Chances are, if there are any people at all, it will be the staff, and who cares about them?”
“But...”
