Just like most straight male students who paid attention to the faculty, Terry was aware Miss Kyle was quite attractive, strike one in his battle for self-control against his hormones. However, he usually had no problem when he was sitting back at his desk, able to appreciate her in small doses. However, being closer to her was firing up something deep within in, a tiny spark at first, but he knew the feeling and tried to scan out past the classroom to snap himself out of it. When she came up and led him by the small of his back, the impression of her hand warm against his skin through the shirt fabric, he sighed and walked easily at her direction.<br/><br/>He fiddled with his pants as she set him at the Asian girl's side. He looked down over his shoulder at her, the girl's face covered by her mane and her body engulfed in her clothes. He sighed softly as his right leg squirmed, happy at least he wasn't alone up here. His self-control returned, but Terry still shifted slightly to help use the girl-blockade to deflect attention to his lower body. He bit his lower lip for a second, and looking down to her again, he couldn't help but wonder what she looked like beneath the hair shield and frumpy attire. Was she scarred? terribly obese? disfigured? As uncomfortable as he seemed, he could only imagine what might cause a girl to cocoon herself so fully.