Pete shook his head as if he was genuinely disappointed. That couldn’t have been further from the truth though. This feisty little blonde was just what the doctor ordered after the way the Frog French professor had teased him so mercilessly. He’d soon train that slick and quick tongue for other uses than just running her mouth.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m afraid you don’t understand miss. Saint-Catherine’s is a serious institution. You have to show your respect by obeying the rules. That doesn’t start when the classes start, but from the moment you enroll.” </strong><br/><br/>He gave her a stern look.<br/><br/><strong>“As for that foul language… You’ll find that Saint Catherine’s is not the place where you want to be overheard using such profanities.”</strong><br/><br/>His hand lingered on her wrists, his grip still firm. He made sure the girl wasn’t going anywhere until he decided what he was going to do with her. He pretended as if he was considering his next move, when he had already made up his mind.<br/><br/><strong> “I think an early lesson might be in order in your case… Never too early to start working on the difficult individuals as yourself…”</strong><br/><br/>Pete thought about taking her back to his classroom with him, but he didn’t feel like dragging her all the way across the campus and then up three flights of stairs. His hard-on was nearly burning a hole in his pants as it was. He couldn’t bring himself to wait much longer for a young tongue to cool it off. Not far from the main entrance was a one-story building. Its primary function was to store gym equipment that wasn’t used very often and as such wasn’t stored in the gymnasium itself. Pete had a master key that opened the door. He made up his mind then and there and pulled the girl behind him by the wrist towards the small structure.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes,<em> I do</em> believe an emergency lesson is quite necessary…”</strong>