<i><b><span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#59b300">Shawn stood when he heard Parvaneh coming down the corridor.  He closed his book and tucked it under his arm, putting his highlighter in his shirt pocket.  That lovely exotic woman with an equally lovely personality, friendly demeanor coming his way.  He felt like he was back in high school, backed up against his locker while the most beautiful girl in school passed by with her friends, he being left unnoticed.  He understood Parvaneh was just a teacher to him, he was just another student, maybe even a student that gave Parvaneh headache because of his lack of skill in the class.  What a woman, though.  She could have done art on her own, and done well for herself, but she chose to teach at the university.<br/>
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Shawn knelt down to help Parvaneh gather her papers.  His cheeks were warm with blush when he noticed her top unbutton.  She was a lovely woman, Shawn would not deny that to himself or to her.  He was an adult male, after all.  He had thoughts in class, and in his own time, about Parvaneh. His eyes caught a glance of her breasts before moving to her eyes.  With a sheepish smile, Shawn greeted her as best he could in her native tongue, "Good morning, my friend.   Don't worry, you are not late."  Handing her the papers, Shawn stood with Parvaneh, back to English now, "I just had time before class, since my German teacher could not make it today."<br/>
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From over her shoulder, Shawn stated to see other students coming their way.  He stepped away from the door so Parvaneh could go inside, the lighting slightly brighter than when Shawn arrived, as the rain began to ease.  "Please, after you."</span></span></b></i>