The math class was a breeze. Vinnie utilized his link to his living
jockstrap and to Mr. Maine's living jockstrap to get every answer
right. This proved to be a problem in that when Mr. Maine had run all
the quizzes through his Scrantron machine, he realized that Vinnie
hadn't missed one question. Vinnie was a good student, but Mr. Maine
always included 3 questions which he hadn't covered yet in class with
the idea that no one could get 100%.
The bell rang.
"Vinnie, could you stay after a few minutes. I want to discuss your
test with you."
Ryan relayed to Vinnie that Mr. Maine had thought Vinnie cheated and a
had stolen the answer key.
"Mr. Maine, I didn't steal the answer key!" Vinnie blurted out.
"You read my mind, Mr. Cost," Mr. Maine said, "Now tell me how you got
all the answers right?"
"The answers just came into my mind like right now you're thinking..."
Vinnie said, and jockryan relayed Maine's thoughts, "That this is the
stupidest excuse a student has ever come up with, and that if you
discipline me like you would like you'll be late for your accidental
coffee date with Ms. Jackson, who always goes to the Teacher's Lounge
for coffee at exactly 1:35 PM, and it's already 1:30 PM."
"How did you know that?" demanded Mr. Maine.
Vinnie sighed, "You know it would be simpler if instead of just
reading your thoughts my magic jockstrap could make you obey my
thoughts. Then you'd be on your knees kissing my feet instead of-"
Vinnie's jaw dropped. Mr. Maine was no longer red-faced. He was on
his knees bowed over kissing Vinnie's dirty tennis shoes.
"Now roll over like a dog," Vinnie said and thought. At once Mr. Maine
obeyed. His mouth hung open with his tongue hanging out. "Good, Mr.
Maine, hm? I suppose from now on I should call you Fido, boy. I want
you to sit up, and-" Vinnie paused. Mr. Maine was still in dog-mode
and was sitting up on his haunches like a dog. Vinnie laughed. "Okay,
that's enough, Fido, you're Mr. Maine the math teacher again, but
you're also my obedient slave. You no longer have any interest in Ms.
Jackson, and from now on all my work is A+++, and Stacy's work is all
B work. Got it?"
"Yes, Master Vincent," Mr. Maine answered.
"I wonder if I can turn everyone in jockstrap slaves? Well, I'd better
get to my next class," Vinnie said. But before he left, he ordered,
"Mr. Maine give me all the cash in your wallet."
Vinnie left $22 richer. His next class was with Ms. Whittaker.