Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)
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				Title: <strong>Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 01:51:55</strong>
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				Jessica, or Ms. Witting as she was addressed by her students, always got a certain thrill from having to mark big red X’s on papers.&nbsp; She smiled as she went, a firm grip on her pen.&nbsp; They never gave the answers in the form she required.&nbsp; She chuckled softly as she settled in her chair behind her large desk.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked up at her class.&nbsp; It was a sea of heads all looking down intently on the papers she had given them, trying desperately to solve the problems.&nbsp; She had given them problems that were well past their skill level, and she smiled at the few students that lifted their heads to give quizzical looks.&nbsp; She enjoyed tormenting her students.&nbsp; One in particular had really riled her interest: Reannen.&nbsp; <br><br>She had a special pen just for her and it was nearly out of ink.&nbsp; There was something about the girl.&nbsp; She always seemed so serious about her studies.&nbsp; Too serious.&nbsp; For Jessica, that made her particularly fun to torment.&nbsp; With each stroke of her red pen, she could almost picture the girl's heart breaking.&nbsp; Jessica imagined that with each failing grade Reannen would feel more and more desperate, and she liked people who were desperate.&nbsp; She moved the girl to the front of the class near the beginning of the year.&nbsp; She liked to look at her.&nbsp; She had a subtle beauty.&nbsp; Maybe she reminded her of a lover who had slipped away many years ago.&nbsp; Maybe it was more primal.&nbsp; Jessica never tried to explain it, all she knew is that she wanted her.<br><br>She rose from her chair.&nbsp; She stood in front of her class and watched the clock.&nbsp; She looked like she belonged there.&nbsp; In a skirt that may have been just a bit too tight, she felt in control.&nbsp; Her jacket was buttoned with one button below her chest which caused it to frame her heaving breasts.&nbsp; Her outfit outlined the curves of her body.&nbsp; Often she could feel the eyes of her male students. Though she cared nothing for them, she enjoyed the feeling that she knew that they could never have her.<br><br>Jessica glared at Reannen through a small piece of her blond hair which fell before her face.&nbsp; The girl was trying too hard.&nbsp; So desperate, so serious, the girl scribbled furiously.&nbsp; Symbols and numbers, all meaningless to her.&nbsp; Jessica made sure of it.&nbsp; She had a teaching style that some considered unfair.&nbsp; She had thirty students in her class, and she gave thirty tests.&nbsp; No one got the same problems, especially Reannen, who always got the hardest one made specifically for her.&nbsp; <br><br>That is how she taught. Those unorthodox tests, those increasingly higher standards.&nbsp; That’s how she landed a job at the Westminster Academy at the age of 28.<br><br>She looked at the clock again.&nbsp; A few moments and the class would be over.&nbsp; She gazed at Reannen again.&nbsp; She was still scribbling feverishly.&nbsp; To Jessica, she felt that she had finally pushed the girl over the edge.&nbsp; One phone call to her parents, and the mention of the word “fail” and she had her where she wanted her.&nbsp; Her parents had agreed to let Jessica tutor Reannen after school for as long as she saw fit.&nbsp; She secretly cursed at the clock, they day would not be over soon enough...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 02:12:26</strong>
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				Reannen glared down at the test, trying to make sense of the symbols. Even the questions themselves made no sense. Asking for things she had never heard of, half the time she was unsure where it even asked what it wanted. It was a mass of painfully confusing information, with none of it understandable. She could feel pin pricks in her soft gray eyes and face, angry and sad that she was not able to do what she should and what she had always been able to do before.<br><br>Reannen had tried hard too, even going as far to ask other students. It was a stupid act resulting in nothing more then humiliation. She gave most of the time in the evening to studying the material in her text books, but none of it seemed to help.<br><br>She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to will the unwanted tears away. Even though she felt like crying now was not the time. Rea knew the teacher had called her parents, leaving an angry set of parents, disbelieving that their daughter had gone so wrong. They never really had to worry about her, more concerned with either her older brother Gavin, who was always chasing some skirt around, or younger sister Karrie, who quite liked 'grass'. <br><br>Reannen was hopeful that Ms. Witting would be able to help. Despite the fact that the older woman unnerved her, making her feel forever watched in her presence. Still though, she had to trust the woman would help her, in some way. For that is what teacher are for, no? To help and aid their students when they are stuck, or just plain not understanding what is going on. <br><br>The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and Reannen nearly screamed out in frustration. She looked up the the blond teacher, and stood up from her desk. She pressed the bunched up shirt down as she rose, trying to remain modest despite the difficulty in the skirt. She walked over to the desk, fallowing the other students, and put the test on the pile. She could already see the large angry red F on her paper, screaming at her with failure.<br><br>She chewed the inside of her cheek and watched as the last student left the room. "So Ms. Witting, what are we going to be doing?" Rea asked innocently, as per her nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 00:47:27</strong>
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				“How about you give me a moment,” Jessica said in a tone that was more crude than it should have been.&nbsp; <br><br>Jessica gathered up the tests and thumbed through them as she did.&nbsp; She again took a seat at her desk.&nbsp; She pulled Reannen’s test from the pile, and looked up at the girl.&nbsp; Reannen stood in front of her desk, and looked at her innocently.&nbsp; She was nervous but tried to hide it.&nbsp; Jessica gazed up at her.&nbsp; She always liked the school uniforms.&nbsp; They even made the slutty girls look innocent.&nbsp; That, of course, was not the case with Reannen.&nbsp; She was always innocent and proper, in a way that almost implied ignorance.&nbsp; <br><br>Jessica casually looked over the girl.&nbsp; Her eyes lingered on the skirt that teasingly hid part of the girl’s smooth thighs.&nbsp; She was such an attractive young lady.&nbsp; Her eyes moved up, taking in the sight of her young breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt.&nbsp; She smiled.<br><br>“Let’s just go over your test first,” Jessica said to her and retrieved her pen from her desk.&nbsp; She looked down at the paper and graded her test.<br><br>Jessica shook her head softly each time she marked the paper.&nbsp; “Not good at all, Reannen,” she said and looked up again at her student.&nbsp; She marked an F clearly on the paper.&nbsp; “What is going on, young lady?&nbsp; Do you have boys on the brain, or something? Are you not studying?” Her tone grew more assertive as she spoke.&nbsp; She stood again and looked at Reannen intently...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 01:11:20</strong>
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				Reannen felt a shiver run down her spine as Ms. Witting's eyes looked up her body. She didn't understand why the woman looked at her like that, she thought only boys looked at girls that way. It made her stomach tighten as the woman did so, making her want to ask why she did look as she did. Rea didn't though, no of course not. She would stumble upon her words halfway through, her face would turn red as a tomato as her throat closed in fear. Just thinking about asking made her face heat turning several shades darker.<br><br>She turned her attention down to her test, feeling her eyes prickle with unwanted tears. Reannen dipped her heading letting her fiery mane cover her face. She knew this time her tears wouldn't be so easily hid but she tried anyways to calm herself. Hearing Ms. Witting's accusations Rea nearly started crying. "I don't even have time to think about boys." She knew that wasn't fully true, for she did have time. Her brain though was always too tied up, usually with this class, to even flutter over to such a subject. <br><br>"Ms. Witting, I study every night, nearly all night long. I don't understand why this isn't making any sense. I'm really trying." Reannen said, her voice tight and full with a mixture of emotion, desperation and sadness in the lead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 01:42:47</strong>
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				"Well, there is something going on.&nbsp; You are the only one in danger of failing," Jessica said.&nbsp; She had to shake off a smirk as she looked into the girl's watery eyes.&nbsp; "Let's continue this in my office."&nbsp; She stood anf took Reannen's test from the desk.&nbsp; <br><br>The teacher's office was right off of the classroom.&nbsp; It was large, covered in book shelves that were nearly empty.&nbsp; Jessica's desk was neat.&nbsp; Only a small lamp and a few papers littered it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why don't you close the door and have a seat," She said as they entered the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 01:49:03</strong>
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				Reannen nearly screamed in frustration. There was nothing going on, it just didn't make sense. She fallowed the elder woman into her office feeling her chest tighten unpleasantly. Ms. Witting's room was very empty despite her time there, it was unnerving to her. Since she was so accustom to overflowing spaces.<br><br>She closed the door and sat down in one of the chairs,&nbsp; which was rather firm, but still comfortable. "There isn't anything going on. I'll swear by what ever, there is nothing. The material just doesn't make sense. It reads like gibberish. Please, I can't fail. What can I do?" She asked her tone desperate as she begged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:06:35</strong>
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				Jessica popped the button free from her jacket, and slipped it off.&nbsp; She hung it up on a small hanger in the wall.&nbsp; She slipped the first fastner of her blouse open, and opened her collar a bit in an attempt to get comfortable.&nbsp; She pulled another chair up and sat directly in front of Rea.&nbsp; She paused for a moment just to look at her in desperation.<br><br>"Well here is the problem," Jessica said, staring Rea in the eyes, "Even if you get A's the rest of the year you might not pass, and you'll get stuck doing this all again with me next year."&nbsp; She paused for another moment.&nbsp; "But I've talked to the school officials, and they have agreed that if I can write off that you have a good understanding of the material they will wave the failing grade and let you pass.&nbsp; That's IF I write off on it..."<br><br>Jessica was captivated by the young woman's desperation and saddness.&nbsp; She wanted to touch her, but she knew it was not the time.&nbsp; "You still need to get your grades up though, but maybe we can come to a little arrangement?" Jessica leaned closer to Rea.&nbsp; "How does that sound?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:13:33</strong>
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				Reannen chest tighten when Ms Witting sat down in front of her. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye as the woman mentioned her not being able to pass. Her throat constricted but she forced herself to keep listening. She wiped the wet trail from her face and listened to her teacher.<br><br>When the woman leaned closer she felt the strange need to move. "That sounds amazing." She said her voice tight, and overfilled with joy. "I'd do anything, just please tell me what I need to do." She said not realizing the woman's intent.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:27:29</strong>
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				A small smile went across Jessica's face.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let's just say that if I'm pleased with you, I'll just so happen to give you easier questions, ones I'll know that you understand, and I can stop going through all those red pens," she laughed in a show of light-heartedness.&nbsp; <br><br>"However, that is IF I'm pleased.&nbsp; I don't have to give my consent to pass you afterall, and I'm not an easy woman to please."&nbsp; Jessica's look became stern again.&nbsp; "I think you can start by dusting my bookshelves,"&nbsp; She laughed again, "there is a rag next to my desk.&nbsp; Don't forget to get the ones at the top, I doubt they have been cleaned in years."<br><br>Jessica looked at Rea, waiting for her to act...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:35:29</strong>
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				Reannen sat confusion filling her mind. It felt like thick fog, seeping into her every pore and taking up homage in her brain. "Huh?" Was all she could manage for several moments. She sat replaying what the teacher had just said, so as to make sure she had indeed heard correctly. No matter how many time she tried to fix what she heard, it still made no sense. She was beginning to feel like crying once more. <br><br>"I don't want to be given easier problems. I want to exceed with the same material my class mates have." Rea said. She felt so confused. Ms. Witting was seriously going to corrupt the education system just she she could have a maid?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:47:22</strong>
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				"Everyone in your class gets different questions, some are easier, some are harder," She leaned a little closer to the girl.&nbsp; "That's the way things are, in the real world everyone gets treated differently.&nbsp; There is no level playing field.&nbsp; You please the right people and you get where you want to go. That's it."<br><br>Jessica sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair. "But if you want to fail, that is fine with me.&nbsp; I don't lose anything.&nbsp; For every kid I have that fails I have one that exceeds expectations."&nbsp; She folded her arms and looked at Rea, a stern and determined look on her face.&nbsp; She reached to her desk and grabbed for a tablet of paper.&nbsp; She took a brief moment to write a problem she knew Reannen would not understand.&nbsp; She put it down in front of Rea.&nbsp; "If you really must keep your pride, and your false sense of educational value, then solve that problem.&nbsp; But if you get it wrong, I fail you, and I won't change my mind.&nbsp; Otherwise, I suggest you start cleaning...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:55:33</strong>
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				Reannen looked at Ms. Witting, she had never pegged the woman to be so cynical. Then again her idea of a cynic woman is an old fat lady with two hundred cat.... <br><br>Reannen eyes glanced over the math problem. She knew it was far beyond what she could even begin to comprehend. She closed her eyes for a long moment, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. This, what ever it was, in her opinion is wrong. If she did not do it though, she would fail, and that would forever be on her permanent record. Rea wouldn't be able to get into any good college with that on her report card. Not to mention the disappointment from her parents, and herself. She was never one to so much as bend rules, and this, this went much farther then just bending a rule. This was smashing it with a mallet. <br><br>Reannen picked up the rag and began to dust off the nearly naked bookshelves, feeling herself crumple to pieces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:05:55</strong>
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				Jessica smiled as she saw the girl take the rag and start cleaning.<br><br>"Make sure you get the top shelves, they are filthy!" she almost chuckled as she spoke.&nbsp; "Stand on the chair if you have to.&nbsp; Oh and don't miss the bottome shelves.&nbsp; Moves the books if you must."<br><br>Jessica walked over to the corner of her office where she had a small minifridge covered in a decrative table cloth.&nbsp; She moved the small potted plant that was on it and removed the cloth.&nbsp; She opened it up to retrieve a bottle of wine and a glass, which she greedily poured.&nbsp; She sat back, wine in hand, and sipped as she watched the girl clean.&nbsp; The whole time a small smirk was on her face.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:12:56</strong>
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				Reannen pulled up a chair to the first bookshelf and stood on top of it. She undid the buttons of her jacket and dropped it to the floor. As she reached up, standing on the balls of her feet, her shirt cam un-tucked from her skirt revealing a small amount of pale skin. She wiped down the top of the shelf and worked her way down. <br><br>Once to the bottom she knelt on the floor, more of her thighs showing as she bent foreword to wipe down the shelve. She gave the same treatment to every shelf, careful not to miss anything. By the time she was done her arm ached from effort.<br><br>She turned and looked at her blond teacher, who was nursing a cup of what she presumed was wine. "What now Ms. Witting?" She asked softly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:27:15</strong>
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				Jessica never took her eyes off the girl.&nbsp; When she stretched and her shirt pulled out of her skirt, she could feel herself shiver.&nbsp; When Rea knelt down and gave her a good look of her tender young thighs, she felt warm.&nbsp; She breathed deeply as the girl worked.<br><br>She took another sip of wine as the girl finished her work.&nbsp; She walked back over to the girl, who looked a little disheveled.&nbsp; She picked up a ruler from her desk and tapped it gently against Rea's cheek. "You know you looked good bent forward like that.&nbsp; You must drive the boys nuts!" She chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Do you have a boyfriend?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:33:35</strong>
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				Reannen's head turned instinctively away from the ruler. Her chest tightened with a strange touch of fear at the woman's words. Every thing about Ms. Witter right now was making her want to run away. She could feel her head beat heavily in her chest, and colour flooded to her cheeks.<br><br>"Um, no. I told you earlier I don't even have to to think about boys, let alone put effort into to talking to one." Her voice was shaky and she looked to the bottle on the table then back to the teacher. It was indeed wine. Wasn't that illegal? <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lystia</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:45:42</strong>
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				"That is such a shame.&nbsp; Such a beautiful girl with no time to have fun?!" she said with a snicker.<br><br>Jessica took note of the girl's eyes wandering to the bottle of wine.&nbsp; "Have you ever had any?" she asked politely.&nbsp; "It really is a nice way to end the day.."<br><br>She went to the bottle and refilled her glass, and took a moment to smell the fragrance.&nbsp; She walked back to her student and waved the glass lightly in front of her.&nbsp; "You need to relax, would you like to try a sip? It won't kill you..." she laughed softly.&nbsp; She noticed how uneasy the girl had gotten.&nbsp; She paused for another moment to look the girl's body over once more.&nbsp; She made no attempt to hide it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extra Help (Lystia and misselain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>misselain</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:50:56</strong>
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				Reannen could help but feel anger grow in her. It almost seemed as thought the blond were mocking her in a joke she never heard. "Never had any." She muttered remembering all the times through her life she was told not to. Especially at her young ages...<br><br>She reached foreword and look a long silent sip of the burgundy liquid, letting it run over her tongue before swallowing. Rea felt Ms. Witting's eyes over her body and she couldn't help but flush. "Is there anything more you want me to do? Or can I go home?" She asked quietly.
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