it was just a normal morning in the marigold gang for eweryone, but not you. Mr. Mordecai puld you in to the broom closet for he was no longer capable of holding his emotions in ches as to him, u wore driving him insane.

in the broom closet you both started pashonatly making out, mr. mordecais face was looking like he was about to forse you to do something or trying to control himself as he kisst you pashonatly.

his black loke coul haie wore mest up, his tie was loose and his sute was slowly sliding off his sholders revealing his white shirt who perfecktly exposed his atrasti e figure.

...you are going to be the death of me...he sead taking in deap breaths....this is...unorthodox..he took a breath necking in the broomcloset. how elagent. it seems as if your chrushing me.

he sead, althoe it was his idea to lead u here in to the broom closet.