<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Tamara „Tammy“ Fisher</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">The Medic</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/57863cd1-18be-4b35-a2e8-b10440863639_zps5f7c91c2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tammy had only shook her head on the comments of the princess. She didn't understand. She believed she could still command and order. Well, nothing to get unhappy about. The princess would be soon history. She ignored her, not without keeping an eye on her and started to speak with the professor. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"What are you teaching, Professor? You remind me of my old history teacher. He was the same type. A little bit out of this world, believing in the good in people. Very ernest and dedicated to his job. Overly curious in old things, but totally lost in the presence. We girls all liked him, he was so cuddly and friendly. And so embarrassed when we flirted with him. I guess you know what I mean. Visits in his office with problems that weren't problems at all, but dressed in skimpy skirts or skinny jeans and in sweats that allowed deep looks on the bra or missing bra, when we bend forward. What we did of course, everytime he explained us something. It gave us better marks. I guess a few of us even slept with him. I never had, so my marks were only mediocre...“</span> <br/> <br/>Tammy had watched the professor out of the corner of her eyes and she had seen the short fidgeting when she had mentioned the flirting and especially the sex. Huh, bullseye. She had not expected him to be like that, but you could be so wrong in first impressions. Tammy gave him a warm smile and squeezed his arm again, letting the hand linger there for a moment too long. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It wasn't your fault, professor. Young girls can be very determined if they want something dearly. And where is the man not pleased by the attention a beautiful young girl is giving him? I would say, you had no chance. Are you married, kids?“</span> <br/><br/>The eyes of Tammy were warm and it was obvious that she meant what she said. Others may have joked about it, but Tammy had always been the caring type. Although it didn't stop her in hurting or killing people who deserved that.</div>