<b>Re: Miss Joy's Special Class (open)</b><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=Delian%20Daxter" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Delian Daxter</a>anxiously tapped his fingers against the smooth wooden top of his desk. The immaculate red apple sitting at the edge shook with each tap, threatening to tip over and fall to the floor. But the violet-haired teen kept a watchful eye on the fruit, making sure nothing happened to tarnish its polished shine. After all, it was a gift to his new teacher, and he would just die if he were made to present it to her in less-than-perfect condition. Or, god forbid, be forced to face her empty handed.<br/><br/>Of course, this gesture was not made out of the pureness of Delian's heart. Oh no, as the boy had something of a wicked reputation, at least amongst the girl's of the school. The apple was simply a product of the murmurings he had heard in the hallways of a new addition to the faculty. A Miss Jay or Joe or something or other. Whatever he name, the common opinion of any student, male or female, to have caught a glimpse of the mysterious new teacher was that she was the embodiment of every sexual fantasy figure that had occupied every wet dream or lonely night in the dorm. Delian was salivating at the mere thought that he'd be lucky enough to be placed in her class. It was obviously a sign from the gods, a twist of fate that he be presented with this glorious, fleshy mountain to climb.<br/><br/>Thus, the boy with the cherubic features and coy smile had positioned himself in the front row, dead center, with an apple to give his new teacher that was so shiny it was practically white when held up to the light. Delian smoothed out his uniform trousers and licked his lips, eyes fervently darting from the blackboard to the clock hanging over the doorway. He was ready for a new semester of being the teacher's pet.