Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 23:34:55</strong>
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				"And who can tell me the primary responsibilities of Parliament? How about you Miss Simmons?"<br><br>"I don't think I can answer that, I'm more interested in our own government"<br><br>"Yes well your test scores would prove to the contrary, please see me after class"<br><br>Bedford Prep had some of the highest academic standards in the state. As her senior year was well into its first quarter, Tracey Simmons was simply not making the grade. She'd had almost a perfect average until the year before when her grades started hitting a decline. <br><br>She'd had some tutoring after classes with some of the teachers, though she found it hard enough to stay awake during class let alone listening to them drone on after hours. For the most part she was doing alright with the exception of her government and mathematics classes. It had been decided by the school and her parents that private tutoring from someone outside the school might be the better approach if she was going to make it to college the following year.<br><br>Tracey didn't know much about him, didn't even bother to find out his name, for she didn't believe he'd be there long enough to care. It wasn't that she was lacking in intelligence, only motivation. With both her parents and the school in agreement, she was left with little choice but to at least meet the guy. She glanced at her watch and wondered if he'd be on time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 00:45:41</strong>
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				He smiled his job was today, he liked tutoring, though many students were pains in the ass. His smile slipped, as he remembered those encounters. And sighed. He went to the spot he was meeting..." Tracey Simmons." Thats what the notecard said. Aswell as the file he had in his hands. Alittle info on her and her classes, he arrived on time, though he did not rush. <br><br>" Hello?" He said as he entered the room, looking over the lady whom had to be taught. He sighed, she looked the trouble type. Great. He gave a smile, and flashed those green eyes, his silver hair lightly over his left. He wore regular clothes, nothing fancy. His shirt though was silk and tight, letting his muscles show, as he moved. And his pants were tight, slacks, with boots of all things. Combat boots, he had gotten from his brother. " Ok, are you ready?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 01:38:57</strong>
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				Tracey looked up as he walked in though she only gave him a cursory glance. She was still mostly in her uniform from school though she'd kicked off the shoes and socks and jacket, leaving her in a white blouse and red and black skirt, her blond hair pulled back with a clip.<br><br>"Am I ready for what? Am I ready to start studying? Am I ready to buy some Avon products? Its considered polite to introduce yourself before you assume that someone knows what you want them ready for"<br><br>Today they were meeting at her home so her parents could set up a schedule and payment arrangements with him, though she wasn't sure if it was going to remain that way. She disliked him on principle as she felt the need for a tutor not to be a valid one. <br><br>"Nice boots, if you track anything on the carpet with them, my mother will likely have you drawn and quartered"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:23:35</strong>
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				He moved his boots off, and placed them next to hers, though casually. " Hmm yes, might be fun." He spoke, no emotions playing on his face, or the way he moved. " As for Avon, maybe you do need it, cover up that smart mouth." He would reply, and looked for a place to sit. " I am Dace. Hello." He gave her alittle bit of a bow. Then sat down in a place, awaiting her.<br><br>" Now where do you need the most help in, other then speaking?" He looked her over and sighed, great another one of the elite pretending to be something she clearly was not. He looked to her face, though sometimes her breasts did speak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:40:08</strong>
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				"Look Dace, is that really your given name? Anyway, Dace, I don't think I really require your services, a few slipping grades is nothing I cant pick up on my own, so why don't you talk to my parents, get paid, I'll say what a wonderful job you did, and you can be on your way, okay?"<br><br>Tracey got up from the couch and walked out of the side door deciding a walk would be better than having to sit there and trade barbs with some tutor her parents hired who didn't even seem to know what subject he was there to aid in her. She wasn't going to get far without her shoes, but a short walk should do the trick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:46:48</strong>
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				He moved into her way, And looked at her with a serious gaze. " Sit down and open your History book. We will get to work, or..." He lightly moved her back to the room. " Dace is my name, and I am here to do what I get paid for, not watch you walk away. Now sit." He made his tone switch to more angry then anything. <br><br>" So what is the Responsibilities of Parliment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 03:01:08</strong>
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				Tracey didn't have too much time to react to the way he'd stopped her from leaving the property and made her go back inside. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? She sat down and opened the book, though she had little intention of giving in, she didn't need to be tutored, she wasn't slow, she didn't have a learning impairment, and she'd pull her grades up herself. <br><br>"Oh Dace I'm so glad you made it, and look at this, books already open. Okay here is a check for this month, as we discussed on the phone you'll meet with Tracey three days a week, you two can work that out. Now I'm having some remodeling work done here at the house so you'll have to arrange your sessions elsewhere, but I trust you'll pick somewhere that you can focus. So if there aren't any questions I'll let you two get to it"<br><br>Tracey's mother put the envelope with the check down and walked out of the room before anyone could say anything. It was just like her she thought, ask if there are questions and take off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:11:31</strong>
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				He smiled and gave Tracey's mother a smile and bow. She sure looked like her, he thought as he looked to Tracey. And he laughed as she left without waiting for his questions. Yup, definetly related, the way she stormed out of here earlier. Fine he would make this clear from the start. And get ground rules, if she fought him so be it. <br><br>&nbsp;His fingers took the envelope and stuck it in his pocket. " Now that shes gone close you books. You can learn the way I want you to. Lets have some fun. Get ready to go. We are going to our new spot. Might need your coat or vest. Your nipples are hard from the air." He winked, and moved to wait for her, his boots quickly on. " Come on, or do I need a leash?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 13:23:38</strong>
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				"Could you be more crass? Where are we going?"<br><br>She sat there and pulled on her socks and shoes, though she would have preferred to get changed first, it was bad enough having to wear the uniform during the day at school, it made her feel like a peppermint stick.<br><br>"How do I know you're even fully qualified to teach me anything? I mean no offense here, but you don't have the, how can I put it? Academic look"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 00:51:39</strong>
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				" Of course I can, and I will not look away when they are there for the looking." He was being serious and very truthfull. She was hot, and he would't mind exploring her biology. <br><br>He opened the door, and outside was his motorcycle, he had drove over in it, rather then his car. For he thought of in home teaching, instead he would shift plans. Always one for thinking on his feet. " I am qualified by the board of your school through my college. To teach&nbsp; those young minds whom are less....well yours." He smiled, and handed her a helmet. " Hurry up, we are going to....well you will see."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 01:33:07</strong>
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				There was something about the idea of riding on his bike that appealed to her, though he was rude, arrogant and somewhat of a pig by his comments. She certainly wasn't about to take off with him without a little more information.<br><br>"So since you said you do what you're paid to do, does that mean the board or my parents are paying you to take me god knows where on this bike, which for all I know could be a deathtrap?"<br><br>She took the helmet from him and walked around the bike looking it over. <br><br>"So where are we going? I'm not getting on unless you tell me first"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 02:11:17</strong>
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				His eyes followed her as she circled the bike. He could have done without her prissy attitude. But it cam with girls like her. Sigh, thats why he normally taught the quiet ones. The kind that was shy most of the times, but acted all high and mighty still. This one needed a spanking, a long hard one.<br><br>" Yes, I was paid extra to take you to the library or my home. But being alone with you and trying to teach may not work."<br><br>He showed light irritation. " Helmet goes on the head, you want back or front, I offer to teach you to drive aswell."<br><br>" We are going to a locale spot, lots of history, next to my apartment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 03:28:37</strong>
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				"Now why would you have a hard time teaching me if we were alone? That 'is' what private tutoring means, in private, or don't they teach you that in college?"<br><br>She sniffed at the helmet before putting it on, grumbling something about what this was going to do to her hair. She merely laughed when he'd offered to teach her to drive, she had her license for two years and her car probably cost more than his first years college tuition. <br><br>Tracey had to admit going for a ride was a lot better than having him drill her on her history assignments, not to mention, he wasn't terrible to look at, though the name had to go. She could probably have a little fun with him, that is if he didn't get flustered and quit within a day. Probably would she mused. <br><br>"Since I don't know where we're going, I'll let you sit up front"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 04:14:34</strong>
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				He smiled, though turned his head to hide it. " Why, hmmm, perhaps being alone with you is too much. Maybe I think better in private areas of public places. They taught me alot, ma professor, she was quiet smart." He said as he took his possition on the bike, awaiting her to straddle his bike. Lucky bike. Well that was his thought, yeah, he wanted her.<br><br>" Too bad, but hold tight." He said as he revved it up, when she was on he sped off. Little traffic could hold him back as he raced them through towns hotspots, looking for the right place. Hmm, Maybe the Pit. A local poetry spot, but enough known to find a spot to 'tutor her.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 02:31:51</strong>
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				She held on to his waist as they went down the streets, she would have preferred to ditch the helmet, but it didn't seem to be optional. She really did wonder where they were headed to, this was 'not' a typical tutoring session, and she'd been through enough of them to know. <br><br>In the back of her mind she wondered if she should be at all concerned at the fact that her so called tutor was taking her on a motorcycle god knows where. She was fairly certain this was 'not' what her mother had in mind when she'd told him somewhere to to work, but like most things, she'd play it by ear and see what happens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making the Grade (Daimon Evros  &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:20:27</strong>
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				He would stop them outside of the club there were lines, but he knew the doorman, and would turn off the engine and place them in his pocket. He took off his helmet and placed it on a hook made for them. " Come on, I have something to show you." He waited and held out a hand for hers. <br><br>When she removed the helmet, he would be ready to go. Handing the doorman a fifty, he would be let in with her, hand in hand or her behind him. The inside was not dark, but well lit. The people a mix, all types of styles. Many smiled and nodded to him. He lead them back to an upstairs like part, it held no walls to the clubs inside, just a light upper level floor. He took out books. Handing her an assignment. " Go ahead and work on it, its tomorrows work from school. I took it for you. I want to see where you need help."
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