Walter had come across many women in his lifetime but Helen was different. He had not met a woman quite like her in all his exploit. There was something peculiar about that woman that stirred him. As he walked between the rows of chairs, inspecting the work of his students, he searched his mind for that thing in her that made her different from the other women.
Facially, Helen was not beautiful. The face is the first place people look at to determine whether a woman is beautiful or not before they look at the other parts of the body to complete their assessment. With her high cheek bones and large bulging eyes, she could not be classified as beautiful. But her figure was sensational. Her full breasts straining against the T-shirt, those matronly broad hips and the fleshy, succulent body, all put together, made her overpoweringly sexy. With that sought of body, Walter thought, she would not even need a mattress under her to make a man comfortable. That very thought brought warmth to his blood.
Walter shook his head vehemently as if it would clear it of dirty thoughts. He walked back to his chair and sat down. His buttocks had barely touched the chair when he hurriedly dug out his handkerchief and placed it against his mouth as his stomach tightened, forcing out a large quantity of air in a sneeze that shook his body violently. He blew his nose into the handkerchief. Nothing came out of his nose. He was going to catch a cold, he thought. He dreaded having a cold. He mentally made an appointment to see a doctor as soon as it was practicable. Then he folded and returned his handkerchief to his pocket as his mind went back to Helen.
She bothered him. He did not quite see any reason why a woman, and a married woman, for that matter, he had met a few minutes ago should agitate his mind. Walter had seen and handled women much more beautiful than Helen before, but as he sat on his chair watching his students do the assignment he had written on the board for them, he realised that the aura which surrounded Helen, although subtle, had the force of a giant magnet which was pulling his heart violently towards her. Even in her absence, still it bothered him. Then he saw her walking past the block of classrooms in which he sat and his heartbeat quickened.
He should have minded his own business and allowed her walk on. In any case, someone also would have given her a lift anyway, but that would not have been Walter. If he had left her alone, it would have saved him plenty of trouble, but he did not leave her nor did he foresee the future. Again, it did not seem the correct thing for him to do, to watch a lady known to him walk some distance when he could possibly be of help.
Seeing Helen walk down towards the college gate brought an opportunity. And opportunities which offered women were opportunities he grabbed at sight. For Walker, on issues involving women, especially pretty women that tickled his fancy, the looking usually came after the leaping. In this case Walter saw the perfect excuse to get closer to Helen. He hurriedly stood up, told the class the class prefect to collect the exercise books at the end of the period, and send them to his desk in the staff room. Then he walked to his car a Volkswagen Passat.
Helen was taking the bend at the end of the football field when Walter reached her. He guided the car to a stop by her side. He wound down the glass on his side and stuck out his head.
