GoodFellow had never hit her. It was expected he would. There was already a few questions about his methods being less firm than others. Not quite up to standards. He saw no reason to leave marks on anyone just to get them to do what he wanted. Obviously many others disagreed.<br/><br/>He had chosen this one gift to give her. It would mean other things to some of the teachers with more seniority. Tristan no longer cared. He just wanted her for four more years. Enough time to figure something out. Safe enough. Wager the rest and buy her. Yes. He was already thinking that. He wanted her.<br/><br/>The English building was practically right next door. A spot around the corner. It was taboo to cross the grass. GoodFellow used the sidewalk. But he stood when he got her inside the door to the building.<br/><br/>Tristan turned. His hands on her forearms and he pressed her to the corner. His lips covering her in a hungry kiss. He didn't need to pretend. He crushed her to his chest and kiss her hard wanting her so badly he ached for her lips.<br/><br/>He let her go as suddenly as he had taken her. His voice a whisper for her ears, "That's to hold you for later."<br/><br/>Then he was off again. Her English class was the second door on the left. They were on time with a minute to spare as he opened the door.  He turned to look at her his eyes hard with that hunger only she could quench. "In you go. Teacher's Mr. Graham. Mind your manners he's quick with the whip and cane. I'll pick you up when class is over."<br/><br/>