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'Teacher's Pet'
Part 2 of 6
by Sundance
Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved
First Published: 9/29/98
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+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and
places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to
anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit
content that some may find to be offensive. If such material offends
you, or if you are under 18 years old, you have the option to stop now
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obscene terms in my community, state, nation, province, or commune.
One last caveat. This story involves descriptions of consensual
sexual encounters between teen males and females (17 years old) and
between teen girls (again 17 years old) and an older man. If such
situations offend you, it's likely this story will offend you.
If you're not sure... STOP now ... Delete this text ... This isn't
being forced on you.
+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
Chapter 2 -- "Out with the Old, In with the New"
The bell rang signaling that Kent's first attempt at substitute
teaching was finally finished. The students were a bit reserved at
first and he too was certainly nervous, but by the time class ended
everybody involved seemed to be loosening up. The students filed out
of the class, mingling amongst themselves about a variety of subjects
ranging from the upcoming video music awards to the big game later
that week. A couple of kids even thanked Kent as they walked by,
providing him a reassuring message that this might just work out after
all. He began to stuff his teaching materials into the leather
satchel he was using as a brief case when he noticed two students
approaching his desk. One he recognized as the blonde tennis vixen
from the crosswalk. The other, a more conservatively dressed redhead,
stepped up and spoke first.
"Mr. Darian?"
"Yes… but remember, I prefer Kent," he smiled.
"Right... Kent. I'm Emily Naughton," and she reached out to
shake his hand. "I was… I mean I guess I still am… Mr. Sullivan's
teaching assistant. I help in grading papers for some of the more
junior math classes and I also work in the math lab after school.
They probably didn't explain our program to you very well"
"Actually, they didn't explain the program at all." Emily smiled
at Kent's honest reply. He noticed a very warm smile beneath that
overly conservative exterior.
"Well, it's pretty simple really. Like I said, I'm here to help
you grade papers for the introductory algebra classes. You have two
of those, in case you haven't got that far. I also coordinate the
teacher's schedules for working in the math lab. All the teachers
take turns working in the math lab after school, helping students with
the assignments. I can explain all the details of that later, but
just wanted to introduce myself now, so that you would know who I
was."
"Well, I'm glad you did." Kent glanced at the blonde tennis
player with the killer figure that was waiting patiently, her books
clutched to her chest, for his and Emily's conversation to end. "And
you would be?" Kent inquired, reaching out his hand again.
"I'm Jenna"
Her grip was warm and she had a firm, inviting handshake. Kent felt
his heart beat slightly faster as the young girl held on an extra
moment, her shimmering blue eyes locked with his own.
"You look familiar Kent," Jenna added, still holding on to his
hand. "I think I saw you this morning sitting at the stop light. As
we were walking to school. You were driving that really nice car.
The red sports car. That was you, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it was. Guilty as charged," Kent replied.
"Tell me something Kent," Jenna continued with a sense of icy
suspicion. "How does a substitute teacher afford to drive a car like
that - and afford yuppie clothes like you're wearing? Does your
family have money or something?"
"God Jenna," Emily interrupted. "Those are pretty personal
questions you're asking!"
"That's ok," Kent replied. "No, my family doesn't have money
and, as I mentioned at the start of class, I haven't been a substitute
teacher for very long. My last job paid much better than this one. I
was very fortunate."
"I'd say," and she glanced up and down at Kent once more. "What
did you do?"
She just stared into his eyes with a confident air, refusing to look
away until Kent did. Again he felt his heart quicken. He didn't like
the effect this little girl was having on him.
"I was in securities trading"
"Wow… here?" Jenna asked.
"No, in New York City"
"That's like stocks and stuff, right?" Emily interjected.
"Yeah, sort of."
"So you left that kind of career for this?" Jenna asked
skeptically.
"Well, not really. I left that type of career because I was
unhappy. I had reached a point where I couldn't take anymore and had
to get away from it all. I had no idea that seven months later I
would be here, standing in front of a high school class teaching
Algebra"
"So how did you end up here?" Emily asked.
"Well, it was kind of a fluke really. My brother Ethan works
over at the community college teaching math. One day he showed up at
home sick and mentioned he was going to have to cancel his evening
Algebra class. He hated doing that because it was a night class and
missing that one session would really set the students back. I was
dying of boredom, so I convinced him to let me teach it for him."
"Wow, and he let you do it? How did you pull it off on such
short notice?," Emily continued.
"Well, that part was easy. I've always been the math guru in the
family. That's why I went into finance. I was the one who actually
carried Ethan through math when we were younger. He had the lesson
plans already prepared, so I looked those over and picked up pretty
quickly that night's lecture. The hard part was convincing him I
wouldn't tell anybody that I wasn't an official substitute. He would
have been in big trouble for that part. He finally agreed, and I had
such a great time I thought it might be something I would like to do
more of. So I studied and took the Emergency Teaching Credential exam
and… well, the rest is history. So I'm here testing the waters, sort
of speak, seeing if this is really something I want to do going
forward."
"So you think you'll like it?" Emily asked.
"Well, too early to tell, but so far, so good. I was looking to
make a big change. Spend my time doing something where I could make a
difference, you know? Something other than making the 'rich richer'.
I think this job has all the elements for that, so we'll see."
"There's nothing wrong with making the rich richer," Jenna piped
in. Kent laughed. Emily just glanced at her friend's superficial
comment and rolled her eyes.
"So what did you do besides study for that exam with all your
time off," Jenna continued. As usual, she wasn't going to stay in the
background of this conversation for very long.
"Well, I started out taking things pretty easy. Spent a lot of
time on the beach."
"I take it that's where you got that tan?"
"Yeah, I know. Terrible for my skin," Kent replied.
"You must have spent a lot of time in the gym too," Jenna cooed.
She reached over and squeezed his muscular arm through the material of
his long sleeved shirt. "Look what big muscles he has, Emily"
Emily just stood silent, frowning, as she watched Jenna swooning over
Kent. He felt himself heating up with embarrassment and started to
gather his belongings together, using his body language to indicate
that this was a good time to end this conversation.
"Well girls, I need to start getting ready for my next class."
"It was nice meeting you Mr. Darian. I mean - Kent," Jenna
added, emphasizing the 'K' in his name. He looked up at her and she
was still watching him, a sly grin on her face.
"Nice meeting you Jenna, and you too Emily. We'll see each other
again."
"Oh, you can count on that," Jenna purred in a clearly suggestive
manner.
Kent looked up once more, just in time to notice Emily glaring at her
friend with an obvious look of spite. The girls turned to walk out.
Kent continued to pack his satchel, but took a moment to steal one
last glance at Jenna's behind as she exited the room. Even with her
back to him, Jenna was fairly certain he was watching her leave and
made sure she rocked her hips just a bit more than usual, just for his
pleasure. Once again Kent felt that stirring - that stirring he knew
could only mean trouble.
++++++
Emily and Jenna exited and started towards their next classroom.
They hadn't taken 10 steps when Emily turned to her friend, a look of
anger on her face.
"Why do you have to come on to every good looking guy you meet?"
she lashed out at Jenna.
"What are you talking about?" Jenna replied defensively.
"Back there… in the classroom… you were practically fawning all
over Kent." She raised her voice a couple of octaves to mimic Jenna.
"Oh you can be sure you'll see us again, Kent -- Doesn't he have big
muscles, Emily?" She raised her finger to her mouth and made a
gagging sound. "I thought I was going to puke!"
"I wasn't coming on to him!" A couple of kids turned to look at
Jenna as she raised her voice to Emily. She leaned over and spoke
more softly. "Trust me Emily. If I were coming on to him, both you
and your precious Kent would have known it. I think he is really cute
and I was letting him know. That's all. Just because you're afraid to
let a good looking man know you think he's attractive doesn't mean we
all should walk around like we're old maids."
Emily turned to face her friend, her teeth clenched, a furious fire in
her eyes. At that moment Dirk approached. He could sense trouble was
brewing between the two girls.
"What's going on?" he interrupted. "Looks like a cat fight.
Cool!"
"Nothing," Jenna replied. "Emily just has her chastity belt on
too tight today."
"Chastity belt?" Dirk mumbled with a confused look. "What's a
chastity belt?"
"Let's go," Jenna's last words as she dragged Dirk away and down
the hall.
Emily turned to face the lockers. She was so furious with Jenna's
last comment she could barely turn the dial on her combination lock.
Finally unlatched, she threw open the metal door and slammed her books
down on the shelf. She stood staring into the small mirror she had
mounted on the inside of the locker.
As mad as she was at Jenna, she knew her friend was right. Emily
never let a boy know she thought he was interesting or cute and, worst
of all, she didn't really know why. She intentionally dressed the way
she did, held her hair up, the whole thing, as if to make a statement.
A statement that she didn't have time for boys or for such games.
In truth, she would have liked more than anything to flirt with Kent,
to see him look at her at her the way he was looking at Jenna. Sure,
he was calm and collected, the consummate professional, but she could
see it in his eyes. She could see that same attraction that all the
guys have when they looked at Jenna.
She continued to stare into the mirror, tears forming in her eyes, a
sudden pang of loneliness piercing through her stomach. She composed
herself quickly, drying the tears with the sleeve of her dress. She
reached in the locker and grabbed the backpack she used on heavy
homework days. She rummaged through until she found the newspaper she
remembered leaving there.
Flipping through the entertainment section, she found the ad for
Mason's department store advertising free makeovers. Just as she
remembered, the promotion went on today from 12:00 - 8:00 p.m., at the
same time as a sale in the Jr. Miss section of the store that
continued through the weekend.
The ad read 'Come in and let our beauty consultants show you the woman
hidden within'.
There was definitely a woman hidden within Emily and that woman had
indeed been hidden for too long. She checked her purse. The gift
certificate her Grandmother had given her was still there, as was her
birthday money she still hadn't spent. She counted it up and figured
there was enough for some makeup and at least one new outfit. She
stared into the locker mirror once more, but this time with a subtle
smile.
"Goodbye old maid Emily. Get ready to say hello to the new
Emily," her last words before she slammed the door and started off to
class.
+++++
Kent arrived for his second day of teaching. As he walked by the
office he waved at Doris. While he couldn't hear her, he could see
her acting giddy as she waved back enthusiastically, mouthing 'Hi
Kent' through the office window. He made his way to the classroom
and waited for the students to arrive.
All in all, things were working out famously. He had two other
classes the previous day, just as Emily had described. All the
rehearsing of his lessons at home had benefited him and his lectures
were delivered flawlessly. The students filed into class and began
to take their seats. He greeted each as they entered. As the flood
of young people passed, he propped himself up on his desk and began to
read the copy of the school newspaper that he had found in the
envelope that Doris had given him the previous day.
He flipped several pages until he came to the sports section.
Immediately he recognized the picture of the young girl firing
furiously through a tennis ball with a double handed back-hand as
Jenna, the vixen from the crosswalk. He read on.
It seemed Ms. Jenna, Jenna Slater to be exact, was ranked number two
in the state in tennis. She was also considered a finalist in line to
receive the Kemper Grayson Tennis Scholarship which, according to the
article, was both prestigious and hard to come by.
Evidently, this particular scholarship didn't necessarily go to the
best athlete, but to the best athlete who doubled as the model
student. The article chronicled Jenna's accomplishments, on and off
the court, pointing out her crown as homecoming queen and her
nomination in the upcoming running for student body president. Kent
snickered under his breath, thinking he would vote her best student
body any day.
As he finished the article and flipped to the next page, he caught a
glimpse out of his eye, and turned to notice Jenna entering the room.
His heart skipped a beat, remembering how flirtatious she was the day
before. She was awfully cute, that much was sure. She didn't have
her tennis outfit on today, but still looked as gorgeous as ever. In
fact, today's wardrobe was just as sexy. A one-piece dress that
stretched to just above her knees and hugged nicely her trim body and
medium sized breasts.
"Good morning Jenna, and how are you today?"
She turned; smiling, obviously impressed with the way Kent had
remembered her name. He didn't give it away that he had just read
it in the newspaper column.
"Well I'm fine Kent, and how are you?"
"Awesome," he replied with an enthusiastic grin.
He waited for Jenna to take her seat. The entire class was almost
present. He looked around and noticed the one empty seat next to
Jenna.
"Who are we missing?"
"Emily. She usually rides with me but today called to say she
was running a bit late. Should be here soon," Jenna replied.
About that time the last student entered the class. Kent turned to
face the girl entering, a quite attractive girl. His first thought
was he had missed her the prior day. The girl smiled at Kent as she
walked by, just about the time he heard Jenna shriek from the back of
the room.
"Emily! Oh my God! What happened to YOU!"
All the students, including Kent watched the stranger take a seat.
She was blushing from all the attention. As she sat down, he noticed
it was Emily, although what a change in her appearance. The granny
dress she had on yesterday was absent, replaced by a pair of snug blue
jeans. Her red hair was down, and much longer than one would have
guessed when she wore it up. She was wearing a white, button down,
long sleeved shirt that covered her top, but still hugged an ample
chest, a bosom he hadn't noticed yesterday. Her features were
accented with a gentle blend of makeup.
"What have you done? You look… you look GREAT," Jenna gushed.
"Shhhh," Emily whispered, trying to divert attention from
herself. "I'll explain it all to you later."
She turned to the front of the class and faced Kent. He was watching
her and smiled. She smiled back, the same warm smile he remembered
from the day before. He was wondering to himself if yesterday was
just an off day for the pretty young girl, but judging from the
reactions of the other students, Emily had made a pretty drastic
change in her overall presence. As Kent glanced around the room, he
noticed several of the male students still fixated on her. He
wondered if she noticed.
"Well, good morning for the second time," Kent's voice boomed
through the classroom.
"Good -- Morning -- Mister -- Darian," they all sang out in
perfect unison, then all burst out into laughter at the sound of their
voices all in harmony. Kent just stood smirking.
"You guys practiced that outside, didn't you?" he chuckled,
standing from his seated position on the desk. "That just earned you
a pop quiz." The students continued to laugh. "Well, let's get
started. Today we're talking about polynomials."
+++++
Chapter 3 - "Picture My Soul"
Emily could hear the blare of Saturday morning cartoons pouring in
from the living as she stood looking at the jewelry and accessories on
her dresser. This new wardrobe thing was making the task of getting
dressed ever more complicated. She glanced at the digital clock on
her bedroom dressing table and noticed it was nearing 9:00 a.m. She
had plenty of time, but wanted to get to the meeting early and needed
to get moving soon.
She fastened the straps on her sandals and glanced in the mirror one
last time. She still wasn't entirely comfortable in these new
outfits, or this new look. The outfit she had on today was one of
those her Mother had bought her after the day she arrived home from
her makeover. She couldn't remember a time when her Mother was both
so surprised, and so excited, as when she saw Emily enter the house
wearing something other than the standard granny dress ensemble. She
immediately raced down the next day and bought her daughter an entire
wardrobe of new clothes in hopes that this wouldn't be a temporary
change.
Today's outfit was a pair of tan shorts with a green short sleeved
blouse. By anybody else's standards she was dressed fine, but
compared to the long dresses she was used to wearing, she felt
practically naked. One advantage of today's outfit was that instead
of driving her Dad's second hand car to the school, she could actually
ride her bike to the photography club meeting. That would be
refreshing. She grabbed her backpack off the bed and started for the
garage. Pressing the small plastic button on the wall sent the
collapsible metal garage door creaking upwards on its tracks. She
strapped the backpack over her shoulders and started wheeling her
bicycle into the driveway. About that time she heard the door on the
house across the street open and saw Kent emerge in shorts and a tank
top with his gym bag in tow.
"Hey Kent," she called out to him, waving.
"Emily, is that you? What are you doing around here?"
"I live right there," she replied, motioning to her Mom's house.
"You didn't know that, did you."
"No, I didn't. Wow, what a coincidence"
"Yeah, I got to thinking after we first met last week and
realized that you lived right across the street. I just hadn't had a
chance to mention it."
"So where you headed off to this fine Saturday morning?"
"Oh, we have our Shutterbugs photography club meetings on
Saturdays down at the school. That's where I'm headed."
"Photography, eh?"
"Yeah. That's my hobby. I'm thinking of maybe pursuing it
professionally. You look like you're headed to the gym."
She tried to maintain eye contact with Kent as she talked, but felt
her eyes tugging to steal a glance at his muscular frame. She
wondered if he felt naked in those skimpy shorts and tank top.
"Yep, not getting any younger," he smiled, patting his hard
stomach. "Can't let all that hard work I put in before getting a real
job disappear."
"Hey, I have something for you."
Emily wheeled her bicycle across the street to where Kent was standing
and put down the kickstand. She eased off her backpack, pulled loose
the strings that held it closed, and started fishing around, finally
pulling out a binder and some folders.
"One of these is has the schedule for the math lab and when
you're supposed to help out next week." She was having a tough time
holding the binders and folders at the same time as sorting through to
find the specific piece of paper she was referring to.
"I got one of those too," Kent added. "It's in the house. Look,
have you got a second, because I did have some questions on that."
"Yeah, actually I was heading off earlier than I needed to."
"Come inside for a minute. It won't take long"
She put the binder and folders back in her backpack and eased her
bicycle up near the porch. Her and Kent entered the house. It was
modest home, not necessarily tastefully decorated. There were
mismatching prints on the walls and the furniture was in serious need
of being reupholstered. There was even one of those lava lamps on
one table, plugged in and active, spurting blobs of a lard type
material up towards the top, to float back down in a sea of oil.
"Wow… so this is your place," Emily noted, looking around, trying
to be neutral in her observations.
"No, this is my Brother Ethan's place. I'm only staying here
until I figure out what I want to do. You can tell he didn't receive
the gift for decorating, can't you." They both laughed out loud.
"Well, I wasn't going to say anything."
Emily was a bit embarrassed by how obvious her first impression must
have been. Kent went to the desk and grabbed his leather satchel and
started searching for the paper in question. He thumbed through
several stacks, then looked up with a puzzled expression.
"We're just batting a thousand here. I can't find my copy
either. I must have left it at school."
"Oh, I've got mine, I just couldn't find it out there," and she
moved over and sat on the couch, resting the backpack on the table.
She reached in and pulled out the same binder and set of folders, but
suddenly lost her grip and they tumbled across the table, breaking
loose, with papers scattering across the floor. Emily's look was one
of exasperation; not able to believe she had been so clumsy.
"I've got it, I've got it," Kent intercepted. "Just stay there."
He moved to the other side of the table and started grabbing the
papers and notes off the floor and forming stacks on the tabletop. As
he worked his way around he turned over a stack of 8 x 10 black and
white photos. He paused, working his way through the deck and
reviewing each one.
"Did you take these? These are really good"
He moved over and took a seat on the couch next to Emily and continued
to browse the photos. She sat silently watching his reaction as he
took in each picture. The roll he was reviewing were a series of
landscape shots she had taken about a month before on a field trip
with the photography club. She was a bit uneasy having him look at
her pictures. Aside from the photos she had entered into contests,
she was pretty cautious about showing people her work. She put a lot
of time, a lot of energy, and a lot of herself into her pictures and
felt a bit like somebody was seeing something inside her when they
looked at the pictures she photographed.
"Well, those aren't going to tell you when you're scheduled at
the math lab," and she started to take the photos from Kent.
"Hold on, now. You said you weren't in any hurry. I want to
look at these. Do you mind?"
She paused for a moment in consideration. Normally, she would have
been honest enough to say, 'yes, she did mind', but there was
something about Kent that made him different. There was something
that allowed her to trust him.
"No, I don't mind."
Kent moved through the photographs slowly. He seemed to study each
picture, taking in every detail, pointing out specific things about
each one that he liked. She was fascinated watching him, as many of
the points he was mentioning were exactly the things she saw in the
scene when she decided to snap the picture. He was noticing the
subtleties, the mood that was captured by her camera lens. Most
people just glance at a photo and see it as some random snapshot of a
pretty scene, the kind they take while on vacation. But to Emily,
photography was so much more then than, something so much deeper. She
capturing a still moment of an ever changing world, a moment that
would be absolutely unique for all of eternity, that nobody could ever
replicate, no matter how hard they tried.
"You're really very talented," Kent added. "I would love to see
some of your other work sometime"
Emily paused in silence. Kent wasn't sure what she was thinking. Had
he had in someway invaded her privacy or offended her by the comments
he was making regarding her photographs? She finally spoke again.
"Would you really like to see some of my other pictures?"
"Absolutely"
She paused again, and then reached for the backpack. She looked
inside and pulled out a bright green folder, obviously color coated so
that she could easily distinguish it from the rest. Something inside
that folder made it very important. She opened it and pulled out a
stack of pictures, enclosed in sheets of tissue paper. She held them
in both her hands and turned to him, looking him in the eyes.
"Nobody in the world has seen these pictures. I know it sounds
really silly, but I put a lot of 'me' into my photography. When
somebody looks at my photos, especially the way you just did, it's
almost like they are peering into my soul. These pictures I took
about a year ago, downtown. I think they're the best I've ever taken,
but also the most personal. Would you… look at them and tell me what
you think?"
Kent stared at the young girl holding the stack. He could see in her
eyes that she was taking a significant personal risk in what she was
asking.
"Emily, I would be honored to look at your photos."
She handed him the stack and moved closer to him on the couch. Her
bare knee brushed up against his hairy leg as she nestled close, but
she didn't seem to notice. Kent noticed, but realized the glance for
what it was.
The photos she had taken were all of homeless people. The first was
of an elderly man in tattered clothes and an unshaven beard lying
passed out on a park bench. He was cradling in his arms a wrinkled
paper bag obviously holding his nourishment for the day with his mouth
open wide as if 'catching flies'. Still, as uncomfortable as his
makeshift bed was, as ragged as his wardrobe, he had an almost uncanny
smile across his open mouth, providing a keen sense of irony to the
picture. How could this man be happy, smiling, based on his
circumstances, or at least our interpretation of his circumstances?
Yet, for this moment, he was happy, and Emily's photo captured that
moment perfectly. Kent placed the photo on the back of the stack and
proceeded to the next.
The second was of a young woman, probably in her mid 20's, standing on
a street corner. She had three children of varying ages with her, one
sitting in a dilapidated baby stroller, one standing next to her, and
the youngest in her arms. It was obvious they had been wearing the
same clothes for days. The faces of all three people were facing
down the street. What they were looking at, or for, was left to the
viewer's imagination. The struggles they must have been facing were
etched in the expression of each person, no matter what their age, and
Kent felt his heart pouring out to the woman and her obvious plight.
"Emily, these are incredible. You've captured so much emotion in
these pictures."
"This one," and she leaned into Kent, "This one made me cry as
soon as I developed it. That poor woman. What she must be going
through having to try and raise those three children. She's obviously
by herself."
"Yeah, it makes one very thankful for what they have. That's a
lot of why I ended up leaving my prior career. It seemed all I was
doing was contributing to the chasm of economic differences in this
country. The same chasm that contributes to situations like this."
Emily just stared at Kent as he spoke, as he moved from one photo to
the next. He was so mature, so down-to-earth, so caring… so handsome.
But his looks were only the trimmings. What made him so special was
what was inside. She could only hope that one day she could find a
man with the values that Kent had. Finished with the stack, he
carefully placed the sheets of protective tissue paper around the
photos and placed them back in the green folder and handed them back
to Emily.
"Thank you again for sharing those with me. I am truly honored,
and you are truly talented."
"Well, I'm glad you liked them. Kent, can I ask you a personal
question?"
"Shoot."
She paused, as if contemplating whether she really wanted to ask.
"Well… you're young, attractive, successful, a really nice guy."
"Keep going," and they both laughed.
"Why aren't you married?"
He noticed that she hadn't moved from her nestled position, even
though his browsing of the photographs was complete. In truth, he
didn't mind. He was enjoying the closeness they were both feeling.
Closeness made obvious by the types of questions she was asking.
"Well, it's pretty simple really. I never met the right person.
Actually, up until recently, all I did was work. There was seldom any
time for a relationship. I dated occasionally, but haven't been
serious with anybody for years."
"Oh."
"Why do you ask? Are you available?" and he swatted her knee
making obvious that he was joking.
She looked down and seemed to frown a bit. He wondered if he had said
something wrong.
"Yeah, a little too available," she finally replied. "Although,
I have had two guys ask for my phone number this week. Ever since I
got my make over," and she laughed. "Guys are so superficial. Spend
$150.00 at a department store and it changes everything. Who says you
can't buy love?"
"Well, whoever snags you will be one luck man. You're a very
talented, intelligent girl." She just stared into his dark eyes,
moving her glances from one to the next, seeming to hang on his last
comment.
He couldn't help but notice how attractive she really was, even if she
was almost 20 years his junior. Her eyes were a unique shade of
green, perfectly accented by her red hair. As superficial as it may
be, her decision to now wear it hair down was a wise one, as it
provided a stunning frame of her features.
Had she been a few years older, he would indeed be tempted. Actually,
temptation had already set in. Had she been a few years older, he
might be taking action right now. The thought of 'Jailbait' swam
through his mind again, the second time in only a handful of days.
"Well," she finally spoke, breaking their stare as she reached
for the stack of papers on the table. "Where was that math lab
schedule?"
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