<b>Re: Miss Joy's Special Class (open)</b><br/><br/>Delian's eyes had been focused on the second hand as it all-too-slowly ticked away when he heard the hard tap of stiletto heels. His ears perked at the sound and he shifted his gaze toward the door just in time to watch her come in. Just in time to behold her glory. Just in time to take in every one of her jaw dropping features. Just in time to practically drool and pant and throw himself at the woman's feet as she strode on in.<br/><br/>The boy had never seen anything like her. Sure, he'd spent countless hours admiring the infinite number of nude women the internet had to offer. He'd spent ever more time charming the skirts off of some of the academy's hottest girls. But this... oh, hell. He suddenly felt sickeningly guilty for not knowing her name. But could someone even label her? Whatever she was called, she was something entirely new and entirely out of his league.<br/><br/>His cool, collected self was immediately reduced to shambles as she positioned herself upon her desk. He began to sweat as he joined Millis in popping a full-on boner at the mere sight of their new teacher. His sudden lapse in attention caused him to forget about the little gift he had brought her. The apple was only brought back to his attention as it teetered over the edge of his desk and fell to the floor with a dull thud. Delian opened his mouth to cry out in surprise at the sound, but the only thing he could manage was a stifled moan. He quickly shut his trap and blushed brightly, shrinking back against his seat.<br/><br/>Needless to say, his first impression was not going as planned.