STEPHANIE WEST<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/eva-angelina2_crop.jpg)</div>It was another day and another project - reviewing submissions for this years honour roll. I enjoyed this part of my job because it helped me see right inside the heads of the students. Then again I saw positives in pretty much every aspect of Porter's life and livelihood. Even the dinners. And that was saying something. I lay aside a photographic class portfolio and put a yellow post-it on the top with a 'B' on it. I'd rate everything 'A', 'B' or 'C'. The 'C's went in the skip (reassuringly small I should add) and the 'A's in the final review pile. I set the 'B's aside to go through again with the intention of splitting all of them into 'A' or 'C' categories.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Clerk_officeInterior.jpg)</div>My office door opened and Nat came in. She was wearing a smart ensemble of a black shirt dress though it seemed (in her usual style) to have no skirt - just a wide belt. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor and I pushed my chair back from my desk and smiled. It looked like break time was here. And on very fine legs again too!<br/><br/>She waltzed over and seeing there was space between my chair and my desk, chose to perch on my lap. I slipped an arm around her waist and gave her a small snuggle, her arms going around me. I tilted my head back seeking a kiss and was rewarded with a very nice and quite long one. Not long enough of course and there was way too much clothing involved but work was work and pleasure was pleasure and right now, sadly, work was work.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello yourself. Sure, I can chat. What's on your mind? Want to replace the school uniform with thongs for the girls and jock straps for the boys again? Is that it?"</strong>I ran my hand over her small back, caressing as we talked.