<div class="floatleft">(http://kaispace.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/fc-jack.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Eric Caulfield<br/><strong>time</strong>: ??<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Kane<br/><hr/><br/>In his mind she was still there, wearing a skirt, a tie, and nothing else.  He felt himself stiffening underneath his slacks, and loudly tapped his pen on his desk to distract himself.<em>All right.  I need to get her out of my head now and grade the rest of these.</em><br/><br/>Sighing with resignation, Eric picked up the next paper and forced himself to read the first couple of words when the door opened and a middle-aged man walked in.  Eric was fairly confident that they had never met, though for some reason he felt as though he'd seen him before.  Eric self-consciously reached under the desk to adjust himself in case he had to stand up.<em>Well, at least this will help me get my mind off of her for a while.</em>His one bit of optimism regarding the interruption dashed as the visitor immediately inquired about Buffy.  A small amount of resentment became evident on his face as he stood, irritably wondering why<em>he</em>wanted to see her.  His jaw remained clenched until he answered.  "Yeah.  You missed her."  He regarded him appraisingly as wheels turned in his mind.  Appointment.<em>Miss</em>Summers.  His expression softened somewhat.  "This was her last class of the day.  She probably went home."