Yes, sir... Tim is my name.  Timothy McNeil.<br/><br/>With that Tim stood and walked back to the desk where the teacher was sitting.  He looked around for an additional chair near the desk, but found none so he assumed he was simply there to quickly talk to the man, not actually join him for any length of time.  Perhaps he had some question about his involvement in the club, or about his background.<br/><br/>Arriving at the bog desk he positioned him self directly between the teacher and the two girls in the seats behind him.<em>If they want to be snotty little bitches and refuse to even acknowledge me, that is fine... but if they don't want anything to do with me, then there is no reason for them to see or hear what is going on up here right now.</em><br/><br/>Yes professor... Stopping quickly he thought,<em>Damn, I can't remember this guys name.  No, he never told us and I didn't hear it from anyone.</em>I'm sorry, I did not ever get your name when I was told about this meeting.  What should we call you?