Catrina studied her student carefully for a few moments. She tried to get into his mind but he was hard to read. Reading people's minds was a hard task for her, but usually people are so open with their thoughts they send them to her without her wanting them. Akira was different though. His mind was different, he was different and she wanted to find out what and why.<br/><br/>He looked so nervous sitting down that it sent Catrina near the edge. She wanted to ruin that timidness, to spoil him and wreck that perfect little bubble of what seemed like innocence.<br/><br/>Catrina leaned forward on her chair and set her arms across the desk, her breasts resting on them as if in a nest. She leaned forward some more putting preassure on her breasts that they squeezed together so much it seemed as if her shirt buttons would pop.<br/><br/>"Akira," she said in calm and low tone, "I think we got off to a bad start yesterday."<br/><br/>If there was one thing she didn't like, it was miscommunication. She wasn't sure if he had an attitude problem, a problem with authority or a problem with her. But it didn't matter, he had some kind of problem and she wanted to fix it. Oh, she wanted to fix it so badly it tingled deep in her core aching for him. She licked her lips and tasted that faint sweet strawberry lipgloss linger on her tongue.<br/>