Grading the Report Card (Jago & Gracie)
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				Title: <strong>Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 06:44:19</strong>
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				The Havisham Academy for Girls was perhaps the most prestigious all-girl boarding school in New York City.&nbsp; Students literally came from all around the globe to attend.&nbsp; The classes were kept relatively small -- under fifteen in each -- to make the young women's education personalized with near-individual instruction.&nbsp; With a large, healthy endowment the Board of Trustees was able to pay only the best wages to an all-star faculty.&nbsp; The only real downside for the teachers was that they were also entrusted with the responsibility of "living" on campus as "Dorm Parents."&nbsp; Occasionally, this made finding suitably accredited teachers more difficult.<br><br>It was one such occasion that happened to fall into the lap of a recently graduated Dr. Peter Molyneux -- his friends all called him Pip.&nbsp; At twenty-seven he had only recently earned his doctorate in mutating algorithmic encryption...which, evidently, was a field filled to near-saturated.&nbsp; After months of bartending and borrowing from the love of his life, repeatedly coming up empty-handed, the job-search began to take its toll and Pip decided to branch out.&nbsp; Jessica, his starry-eyed fiance, was a successful litigator and hadn't any trouble supporting her future husband while he got his feet back on the ground.&nbsp; An obvious fall-back career for him was that of the Math Professor and she suggested as much.&nbsp; He knew the Math they taught in highschool backwards and forwards and could dumb it down and make it appealing to even a monkey...at least <em>he</em> thought so.<br><br>Without further ado, Pip set his mind to the application process, appeared as a handsome, winsome, likable young-man in countless interviews -- over qualified in the Math department and under-qualified in the teaching-experience department.&nbsp; For the public school openings it proved to be his Achilles Heel.&nbsp; In the private sector, however, he had much better luck.&nbsp; He even had a few jobs to choose from.&nbsp; And that's when it all came down to salary.&nbsp; A stellar follow-up interview nailed him a job at one of the steepest, most prestigious schools on the Eastern seaboard, The Havisham Academy for Girls.&nbsp; It was both a Preparatory School and a Boarding School and Dr. Peter Molyneux was required to perform all the duties of both a Math teach and a Dorm Parent.&nbsp; When the Headmaster had broken the news to him he put on some rose-colored glasses and let the money do the talking.&nbsp; Inwardly, however, he groaned.&nbsp; This really wasn't what he signed up for.&nbsp; He was an encryption-specialist.&nbsp; He was a scientist.&nbsp; Above all he was a virile, young, handsome man -- with a fiance to boot!&nbsp; He wasn't ready to have children and sure-as-shit wasn't ready to be anyone's parent!&nbsp; He had the entire summer to stew over his decision, to rescind and withdraw from the Academy, and yet here he was...<br><br>Today was the first day of the fall semester; it started a week earlier than classes for students arriving from out-of-state and other countries to adjust to the jet-lag, unpack their bags, settle-in, and get to know one and other through orientation.&nbsp; Some of the kids arrived alone, others arrived and settled in with their parents, but none of them were as surprised as he was.&nbsp; Apparently, having a male dorm-parent was old news to these girls.&nbsp; A few of the fathers remarked favorably and one even took him aside and quietly gave Pip permission to smack the crap out of his little angel should she get out of line.&nbsp; Dr. Molyneux was floored, visibly, and taken aback at his overall welcome and reception.&nbsp; What had he gotten himself into?&nbsp; Were these girls being sent away for an amazing education or for corporal punishment?&nbsp; Were they honor students or juvenile delinquents?&nbsp; They were girls who came from money and he was completely unprepared.<br><br>********************************************************************************************************************<br><br>Knock knock.&nbsp; What the fuck was that?&nbsp; Consciousness bloomed in his brain like one of those speed-reel Discovery Channel clips of the flower blossoms.&nbsp; Knock knock.&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; Someone was at his door.&nbsp; Pip vaulted from bed, grabbed a kitchen knife, and sped to the door.<br><br>"Mr. Molly...?" came the tentative voice on the other side of the wood portal.&nbsp; Shit!&nbsp; It was a student!&nbsp; What time was it?&nbsp; Okay...deep breaths...professionalism in everything.<br><br>"Ah, uh, yes?" he croaked while unbolting his dead-bolt and opening the door.<br><br>"Mr. Molly?" the girl queried while her face screwed up incredulously and an arched eyebrow nearly shot through the roof.<br><br>"Ahem, ah, it's Dr. Molyneux.&nbsp; What can I help you with?&nbsp; It's terribly late and everyone is supposed to stay in her room."&nbsp; He tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice while his eyes squinted and adjusted to the light in the hall.<br><br>She was distracted.&nbsp; He took account of her and sized up a 5'2 young woman who was brunette, busty, and stunning.&nbsp; She was clad only in long flannel PJ-pants and a white tank top.&nbsp; Her hair had mussed and fallen about her shoulders from a top-knot ponytail.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; He curtly cut off his appraisal, having lost all sense of propriety after being roused from such a mighty slumber.&nbsp; She still wasn't looking at him.&nbsp; He followed her gaze...down...down...down...<br><br>to his massive erection hidden only by a veneer of cotton in his own flannel pants.<br><br>"Jesus!" Pip cried and dropped the kitchen knife to disappear back into the apartment.<br><br>"Having a good dream I bet!" she called to his back.&nbsp; "Molly-new?&nbsp; Is that French?" the girl asked as she walked further into the dark apartment.&nbsp; Precocious, wasn't she?&nbsp; For the middle of the night she was surprisingly alert.&nbsp; Though, this only barely registered in his sleep-addled brain as he returned with a precariously positioned pillow.&nbsp; Discrete, wasn't he?&nbsp; So much for professionalism.<br><br>"It's Molyneux," he said again with a little more inflection, "and yes, it's French...and no, I wasn't having a good dream.&nbsp; Miss, who are you and why have you come rapping at my chamber door at such a late hour?&nbsp; I've met all the young ladies who live in this dorm and I'm quite sure I haven't met you."<br><br>"You're French?" she posed.<br><br>"Excuse me?" he squinted again and reached for the foyer light switch.<br><br>"Nevermind, why weren't you having a good dream?" her umber hair swished a little as she cocked her head to the size quizzically.<br><br>"I don't know why.&nbsp; I just wasn't.&nbsp; My fiance was actually chasing me around the cake in her wedding dress...with a shotgun.&nbsp; It's just a dream -- that's why we don't analyze them."&nbsp; He caught himself.&nbsp; "What?" he began shaking his head, "What in the devil's name are you doing in my apartment?"<br><br>"You were getting chased by a woman with a shotgun and you woke up with a hard-on the size of my arm."&nbsp; The girl was incredulous <em>and</em> impossible.<br><br>Pip, now unable to hide how her irksome attitude had piqued him, dropped the pillow in frustration, took a step toward her, and commanded, "quit changing the subject and answer the fucking question."&nbsp; His semi-sudden shift in demeanor had taken her aback...or was it?&nbsp; Jesus!<br><br>"Doc, your dick's touching me.&nbsp; I smell law-suit."&nbsp; The little minx was coquettish to boot!&nbsp; But she was right.&nbsp; He glanced downward for moment and, as he was standing there a head and shoulders taller than the waif, his erect, unshielded penis was -- indeed -- touching her flat little tummy.&nbsp; He silently uttered a prayer of thanks to the Heavens for convincing him to wear his flannels to bed.&nbsp; It was already bad enough that he had shucked the shirt after warming up under the eider down.<br><br>"I'm sorry," Pip sighed and turned from her.&nbsp; He retreated into the kitchen.&nbsp; "Shut the front door on your way in and have a seat.&nbsp; I'm making coffee.&nbsp; How do you take yours and what can I help you with tonight?"&nbsp; He heard the door close and, moments later, the rush of air that squeezed out of the cushion beneath her as she plopped, unceremoniously, into the chair.&nbsp; <br><br>"Lots of milk and lots of sugar.&nbsp; I'm Kim, Kim Massengill."&nbsp; The girl held her hand outstretched and he took it in greeting.<br><br>"Ugh," he groaned, "is that even coffee anymore?"&nbsp; The coffee pot began to percolate and bubble as he imagined all the additives she'd undoubtedly pervert her cup with.<br><br>"Sure it is!&nbsp; That's the way I like it!"&nbsp; The young brunette beamed at him -- chipper as a jaybird.<br><br>"Why are you so damned cheerful...and awake?"<br><br>"I can't sleep," she sighed.<br><br>"Why?&nbsp; Aren't you tired?" he asked in a raspy voice.<br><br>"Yeah, I guess, but I dunno.&nbsp; It's not my bed.&nbsp; It's not my house.&nbsp; I mean...I'm sleeping on a twin!&nbsp; Hello?" She sounded a little like a valley girl but only in that instant.&nbsp; Pip tried unsuccessfully to suppress his laugh.&nbsp; "I'm serious!&nbsp; Have you even felt those beds?&nbsp; They're terrible for your back."<br><br>"Okay, I can understand that to a certain," he coughed, "limited extent.&nbsp; But what's really bothering you?&nbsp; Being away from home?"<br><br>"No!" she glared back at him defiantly but when he met her gaze evenly she leveled out with a frown and acquiesced.&nbsp; "Maybe...I guess.&nbsp; I dunno."<br><br>"Well, as your dorm parent, is there anything I can do to help?&nbsp; Would you like to call your parents?&nbsp; Maybe that'll make you feel a little more comfortable?"&nbsp; He was grasping at straws.&nbsp; Pip hadn't the foggiest idea what to do for home-sickness.<br><br>"Call my parents," she echoed, "God no.&nbsp; It's okay...I'll get over it.&nbsp; The twenty-questions helped get my mind off of it."<br><br>"Oh yeah?&nbsp; Hmm...well how about that?"&nbsp; The coffee pot had filled almost half-way up when he grabbed it and poured two mugs.&nbsp; "I've had a hellish day today and I expect tomorrow to be even worse.&nbsp; These two cups o' joe are yours to ruin with your concoctions if you wish.&nbsp; I'm dog-tired and heading back to bed...sans caffeine."&nbsp; His erection had subsided -- THANK GOD -- and he did the only thing he could think of doing.&nbsp; "C'mere, gimme a hug."&nbsp; Pip wrapped her in a big, warm, fatherly hug when she bounced from the chair and approached him.&nbsp; The diminutive girl hugged him back fiercely and sniffled once into his bare stomach.&nbsp; Er...was that her snot?&nbsp; She had begun to cry a bit.<br><br>"Sorry," she sniffed and reached for a napkin on the counter.<br><br>"Hey don't sweat it.&nbsp; Do you feel better?"<br><br>"Yeah, doc, thanks." Kim blinked away a couple un-shed tears and looked up at him with doe-eyes.<br><br>"Alright, you're a big girl, you can let yourself out.&nbsp; I'm goin' straight to bed.&nbsp; Night."&nbsp; He rounded the corner and practically dove head-first into his giant California King-sized bed and the mountain of fluffy pillows amid a sea of soft, inviting eider down.&nbsp; Sleep promptly took him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 15:23:47</strong>
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				Kim sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee. Dr. Molyneux seemed pretty tired, but she was wide awake. And drinking coffee is going to keep her up and even more alert. It wasn't really a good idea for the professor to offer her coffee. After finishing off one of the cups, she left the other on the counter and then skipped over to Mr. Molyneux's bedroom. She looked at his bed, her eyes going wide in delight. "Fluffiness!" she singed out as she jumped onto his bed. "Oh, yeah, this is sooo soft." She looked over at him; he was barely awake and probably rather annoyed. "I see how its easy for you to sleep at night. Just look at this bed! Oh, it is wonderful!" She snuggled up against one of his pillows. "Mr. Molly, can I sleep in your bed with you?" she asked, turning her large doe-eyes to him. "My bed sucks, and its not comfortable at all. It's no better than sleeping on the floor. But yours! Your bed is so comfy! Look at all these pillows!" she looked over at him cheerfully.
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				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 20:09:42</strong>
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				The bed shivered.&nbsp; It was a massive, oaken California King frame he had special-ordered from Maurice Villency in Italy.&nbsp; The mattress was both soft and surprisingly firm at the same time and welcomed him with its open-armed embrace.&nbsp; He was dimly aware of a disturbance but it seemed so far away.&nbsp; The eider down was warm and fluffy but airy enough not to insulate their bodies with sweat.&nbsp; There were no other words for it:&nbsp; The bed was <strong>perfect</strong>.&nbsp; It felt a little empty without Jessica but he had grown accustomed to snuggling the full-body plush pillow she'd given him as a going-away present.&nbsp; <br><br>Half-conscious and already taken by sleep, Dr. Peter Molyneux barely even <em>heard</em> the question though he replied by rote.&nbsp; Her questions didn't even register as he gave her a half-hearted, "Yes dear, whatever you want."&nbsp; It only spilled out as an afterthought so he added, "just close the door on your way out."&nbsp; It hadn't even occured to him that he shouldn't give a teenage girl coffee in the middle of the night and, after doing so, couldn't realistically expect her to fall asleep.&nbsp; "Ahhh..." Pip sighed into his pillow and ignored the nagging suspicion that had begun creeping up on him from deep within his loins...<br><br>It was the nagging suspicion that he should have closed the door himself and it couldn't even make a dent in his melatonin-muddled mind.<br><br>******************************************************************************************************<br><br>Dreams frolicked playfully through the verdant fields of his unconscious mind.&nbsp; The doors to the subconcious' cell had swung wide with somnabulent liberation and released a doe-eyed, brown-haired, tan-skinned, buxom little naked girl.&nbsp; A fertile imagination teased him into submission and incensed him with arousal.&nbsp; The sun was shining and the weather was clear.&nbsp; The reel of temptation spun like an endless album of erotic vignettes.<br><br>"It's just a dream -- that's why we don't analyze them," she said to him in a whimsical, almost sing-song voice as she danced circles about him.&nbsp; She only paused the debaucherous dance to strike casually-imitated lewd poses with every passing sashay and every wanton grand plie.&nbsp; Her firm, perky tits fixated upon his eyes and ogled him back like breathless little bunnies.&nbsp; Her serendipitous little dance was innocent and adorable and absolutely breath-taking.<br><br>*********************************************************************************************************************<br><br>"It's just a dream -- that's why we don't analyze them..."<br><br>"Huh, wha?" he snorted.&nbsp; The whirring of his fan greeted him with white-noise; it hung from the ceiling like a dizzying voyeur.&nbsp; He lay on his side and his body moved ponderously beneath the sheets.&nbsp; The soft, king-sized pillow cradled his head in its lap while his arm found purchase wrapped around the plush, pliant full-body pillow that had scissored his legs and crept even further upward as he slept.&nbsp; Pip felt very warm and very aroused.&nbsp; Whatever he'd been dreaming about had almost gotten the better of him.&nbsp; He smiled subtly in the darkness and rocked his hips back and forth just a little bit, teasing himself against the friction of the cushions.&nbsp; Silky and smooth, they invited him to rub more but he declined.&nbsp; Right now he was content to just lay there and appreciate the morning.
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				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 03:09:27</strong>
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				It hadn't taken the girl very long to fall asleep when she cuddled up with the soft blankets, and got really comfortable. She slept better than she had before since arriving at this school.<br><br>"Thanks for sharing your bed with me," Kim said, still all bouncy and upbeat as she had been last night. She had slept there all night, and after a good night of sleep in the warm plushiness of his bed, she was bright and ready for a new day. She was sitting up on the bed, looking down at him with a cheeky grin. "I can make you breakfast, Mr. Molly," she offered. "I can make a good breakfast." 
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				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 00:51:24</strong>
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				<em>"Thanks for sharing your bed with me," Kim said, still all bouncy and upbeat as she had been last night.</em><br><br>It vaguely registered in Peter's head that someone was speaking to him and that he ought to open his eyes and discern who that might be before offering a response.&nbsp; Over the mountain of eider down that bunched around his coiled body and entwined limbs he could see another mound -- this one fleshy, perky, and taut, and attached to a figure that was quite fetching.&nbsp; The young woman was sitting up in the bed, clad only in her tank-top and flannel PJ bottoms, and looking down at him with a smile that looked both mischievous and surprisingly innocent at the same time.<br><br><em>"I can make you breakfast, Mr. Molly," she offered. "I can make a good breakfast."</em><br><br>"What?" he responded oddly with his face screwed up in sleep-foggy disbelief.<br><br>"Breakfast," Kim sighed feigning annoyance and pursing her lips, "you want some?"<br><br>"Oh, ah...ahem," Pip cleared his throat, "yes, that'd be wonderful."&nbsp; She bounced up and off his bed and bounded into the kitchen where began the cacophonous tintinnabulation of cutlery and cookware.&nbsp; Where were his manners?&nbsp; "Thank you!" he called from the bed as he rolled over and shifted some of the pressure off the gluttonous protuberance of his groin.&nbsp; Jesus!&nbsp; He was harder than a box of nails!&nbsp; This would never do.&nbsp; He should stay in bed until it subsided.&nbsp; Remember, professionalism in everything.&nbsp; Wait...<br><br>"What time is it?" he asked himself while scanning the night-table for his alarm clock.&nbsp; Seven o'clock on the nose!&nbsp; The all-school assembly wasn't scheduled for an hour!&nbsp; "How'd you sleep last night?&nbsp; Was your bed finally feeling a little more comfortable?" he called into the kitchen over the ruckus.&nbsp; She must've slept well if she was already up and back here in his apartment.&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Had he forgotten to lock the door last night?&nbsp; Wierd.&nbsp; "When's breakfast gonna be ready?&nbsp; Do I have time for a shower?"&nbsp; Pip flopped back down on the bed and onto a king-sized pillow as he smiled up at the ceiling.&nbsp; One hand drifted to the morning-wood and assuaged it gently.&nbsp; He hoped he'd have time for a shower.&nbsp; Manners dictated that he wouldn't keep the young lady waiting if she was going to go through the trouble of cooking breakfast.&nbsp; She was probably appreciative of their little heart-to-heart talk last night.&nbsp; If what she'd said were true then it was probably her first good night's sleep since she had arrived.
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				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 05:15:22</strong>
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				"My bed? What?" She looked at him rather confused. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but it didn't matter. She glanced at the clock and then back at him. "Yeah, looks like you have time for a shower."<br>She gathered up the ingredients for pancakes, and started to mix it up in a bowl as Dr. Mollyneux took a shower.<br>Kim needed a shower herself, but decided that could wait. Her brown hair was a mess, not much of a ponytail anymore and it needed a good brushing. She figured after breakfast she could go back to her room and fix herself up really quick.<br>By the time Dr. Mollyneux was finished with his shower, Kim had a plate of pancakes and bacon prepared for him, along with a glass of orange juice. She prepared herself a plate and began to eat.
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				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 18:03:29</strong>
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				The seductive aroma of buttermilk pancakes bathed in butter and slathered with syrup made his mouth water.&nbsp; Pip had been washing himself thoroughly and vigorously when the image of her cute little flanel-covered bottom bending over the stove popped into his head.&nbsp; He took a moment to assuage his erection and stood stock-still as he soaped the length of the thick shaft; it had never really subsided from his original state of morning-wood.&nbsp; Mmm...<br><br>Wait!&nbsp; What was he doing?&nbsp; He couldn't masturbate to the thought of one of his students!&nbsp; Thankfully, he hadn't gotten his class roster but he wondered if it would make things even more uncomfortable if he had her in class.&nbsp; Just then he caught a whiff of succulent salty bacon and he licked his lips.&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; She must be a great cook!&nbsp; Dr. Molyneux sat back and congratulated himself on a job well-done.&nbsp; She had come to him with a problem and he had sat, listened, solved it, and sent her on her way with a hug.&nbsp; If only more of life's little issues could be approached in the same manner.<br><br>Back to the business at hand!&nbsp; Peter's back arched summarily while he clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward.&nbsp; Each languorous stroke traveled the entirety of his member and teased the sensitive underside.&nbsp; Pip allowed himself to daydream...<br><br>She wore an apron and nothing else.&nbsp; The girl couldn't have been older than sixteen, maybe seventeen.&nbsp; She was absolutely adorable!&nbsp; Her brown hair shimmered and was tied back into a neat ponytail that swished to and fro while she flitted about the house dusting and dancing like a letch's vision of a ballerina.&nbsp; From the front, as she twirled, he could easily make out the generous globes that bounced and jiggled with perky tenacity beneath the apron; it barely covered her sex that flashed him with every pirouette and tip-toed turn.&nbsp; He caught glimpses of a lightly shorn and elegantly manicured pubic hair -- sleek and sexy.&nbsp; From behind there were apron strings around both her neck and her trim little waist -- tied neatly into two bows.&nbsp; Her curvy but firm little ass bounced like two little bear cubs rolling around in the grass.&nbsp; She looked over her shoulder, innocently, and caught him ogling her.&nbsp; Gah!&nbsp; He was caught!&nbsp; She winked knowingly, turned back to her task, and bent over at the waist to dust the baseboard.&nbsp; Guffaw!&nbsp; Between her tightly pressed thighs pursed two pouty lips that puckered -- like blowing him a kiss.&nbsp; Dear God!&nbsp; He was so close!<br><br>"Doctor Molly!" came the fervent cry -- much closer than he expected.&nbsp; How long had he been in here?&nbsp; "Doctor Molly are you okay?" Kim asked innocently as she opened the door to the bathroom.&nbsp; It snapped him out of his reverie and startled him so badly that he actually slipped on the soap and fell to the floor in a heap of scattered limbs -- smashing his head on the faucet on the way down and losing consciousness.&nbsp; Shit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 20:59:07</strong>
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				Kim gasped as she saw him slip and fall right when she opened the door. Well if he was okay before she walked in, he isn't now. "Damn it!" she cried, as she ran up to him. She gently took his head in her arms, checking it over for injuries. He looked fine, just a bump and passed out. He still had an erection, and she laughed slightly as she imagined what he had been doing before she walked in on him. <em>He had been masturbating and panicked, and then fell. My, what have I done!</em> She lifted him out of the tub, and, even though she wasn't all that strong, she managed to carry him out into the hallway. She placed a towel over his body, covering his erect penis, and then quickly retrieved a pillow from his bed which she carefully placed under his head. <br>She sat beside him, and patiently waited for him to regain consciousness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 23:47:59</strong>
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				Pip's eyes shot open like shutters that were just pulled completely downward and then let loose to spring upwards and open.&nbsp; He had blacked-out for maybe thirty-seconds...maybe a minute...but he felt utterly dazed and disoriented.&nbsp; His eyes blanched as they met her big, docile brown saucers and saw the kindness and compassion there.&nbsp; Peter was soaking wet, supine on the floor, with a pillow under his head and a towel placed precariously over his hardon.&nbsp; "Wha...wha?&nbsp; Kim!&nbsp; What happened?"<br><br>She explained it to him in ambiguous detail while his head began to throb like little Maxwell was pounding on it with his "silver hammer."&nbsp; Wait, what was she doing in the bathroom?&nbsp; What was <em>I</em> doing when she walked into the bathroom?&nbsp; With a glance at his groin the answer was obvious.&nbsp; Ahhh...shit.&nbsp; "I'm still covered in soap," the doctor groaned while one hand went to the back of his head to touch the sensitive spot; it came away matted with blood and sent the room into a dizzying downward spin when he tried to focus on it.&nbsp; "Oh God!&nbsp; I think I've a concussion," he croaked as his vision blurred.&nbsp; "Whatever you do, you HAVE to keep me conscious!"&nbsp; Pip reached out for the wall but found only air and tried to steady himself on an illusion.&nbsp; "Ooooh..." he breathed as he fell back to the floor and his eyelids snapped shut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 04:16:46</strong>
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				"I must call for an ambulance. Where's your phone?" she asked frantically, as she went to the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a washcloth which she placed on his head to sop up the blood. She had no clue what to do for a concussion, or if she was even much help at all. She wanted to do whatever she could to help him.<br>His eyelids closed, and her face paled in a look of terror. "Dr. Molly!" she cried, gently tapping his face. "Dr. Molly! Stay awake." She looked around desperately. "Where's your phone?!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 18:27:35</strong>
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				His eyes opened slowly and but his eyelids dipped like broken blinds.&nbsp; "Wha?&nbsp; The phone?&nbsp; Ah...by the nightstand.&nbsp; I think."&nbsp; Pip was still reeling.&nbsp; He must have really hit his head hard.&nbsp; His vision, however, no longer blurred and he was able to concentrate on a few things.&nbsp; The young woman kneeling over him and slapping his face was extraordinarily beautiful.&nbsp; As soon as he had announced the purported location of the phone she had risen and disappeared -- just as beautiful from behind.&nbsp; Kim was still dressed in her PJ's.&nbsp; "Odd," he thought...until he guffawed at the sight of his now-waning erection.&nbsp; "Jesus!" he cried.<br><br>"What?" Kim shouted from the bedroom.<br><br>"Ah, nothing!" he answered self-consciously as he willed his penis back to flaccidity.&nbsp; "I think I'm gonna be okay though I should still get checked out, just in case."&nbsp; Pip sat upright, leaning on the wall for support just as Kim rounded the corner.<br><br>"I found the phone!"&nbsp; She already had her ear pressed to the receiver.<br><br>"Put it down.&nbsp; There's no need to worry.&nbsp; I'll be okay.&nbsp; Just need to get over to the hospital and get checked out," Dr. Molyneux argued.<br><br>"Dr. Molly, are you sure?" she asked incredulously and raised both eyebrows.<br><br>"Yes yes yes -- no need to make such a big fuss.&nbsp; Thank you for your help Kim.&nbsp; Now if I could just get into some pants..."he stood suddenly, trying to get his feet settled, and almost bought the farm when the hallway spun and the floor walked out from under him.&nbsp; One hand scraped the wall as he began keeling over -- on a straight downward course for the carpet -- until little hands wrapped around his waist, caught, and supported him.&nbsp; Pip leaned on her heavily and groaned.&nbsp; "Oooh..."<br><br>"How are you going to drive if you can't even stand long enough to put your pants on?" her question sounded rhetorical so he didn't try to answer it.&nbsp; Instead, he capitulated.<br><br>"Can you drive?" he queried sheepishly as her small, warm body pressed up against his and she looked up into his dazed face.<br><br>"Duh," she spat as if the answer were obvious.<br><br>"There should be a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt in my top drawer.&nbsp; My flip-flops are by the door."<br><br>"Mr. Molly, you look like the leaning tower of Pisa.&nbsp; You're gonna die if I leave you for a minute to get your things, are you?"&nbsp; Oooh!&nbsp; Was she sassing him?&nbsp; He couldn't tell but his grin broadened.<br><br>"Hush you," he sniffed and called after her as she left, "and Kim...thanks."<br><br>He called the Headmaster and made allowances for their off-campus errand.&nbsp; He leaned on her heavily the entire way but they were in his souped-up '09 Charger convertible in no-time...with Kim behind the wheel.&nbsp; Uh oh!<br><br>He hadn't even entertained the possibility of her needing or wanting to change before they left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 04:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fact that she was still in her pajamas was the last thing on her mind. Normally she would have worried about her appearance, but right now it was important for her to get her teacher to the hospital. And fast, as his life seemed to be in her hands. She glanced over at him as she was driving. "Stay alert!" she said, trying to keep him from closing his eyes, in case he passes out again. "We'll be there soon, its not too far."<br><br>She pulled into the emergency center, parked the car hurriedly, and quickly helped him out. With him leaning on her, she walked him into the building, looking frantically at the receptionist. "He hit his head. He needs to be seen, right now," she demanded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 02:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The receptionist snorted and waved them through the double-doors beyond her post.&nbsp; In a few moments they reached a nurse's station where Pip grudgingly relinquished his grasp on the young woman and disappeared into the CT room.&nbsp; A nurse, in passing, asked Kim politely to wait in the designated waiting area.&nbsp; She still had his car keys.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 15:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim sat down in the waiting area, picking up a magazine to read while she waited. She went to put his car keys in her pocket when she realized that her pajama pants did not have pockets. She set them in her lap, and randomly opened the magazine. She waited patiently, looking up every now and then, hoping to see Pip return okay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 18:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was only about two hours before Dr. Peter Molyneux returned through the very same double-doors looking rather sheepish with an ice-pack being held to his crown by one outstretched hand.&nbsp; He settled up at the counter with an insurance card and some cash, met Kim's beautiful eyes, and grinned.&nbsp; She bounced up and out of her seat looking very happy to see him alright.<br><br>"Kim, thanks for helping me out today.&nbsp; I appreciate it," he said sincerely.&nbsp; "Although, it was the <em>least</em> you could do considering it was all your fault!" he jibed with a snicker.&nbsp; "C'mon, lunch is on me.&nbsp; Any place you want in all of Manhattan!&nbsp; But you're still driving."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 22:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim was glad to see him looking better. Just an ice-pack, and things weren't so bad, it seemed.<br>"It wasn't my fault," she said as she led him out to his car. It sounded like he was joking, but she did not like being blamed for it, even if she was somewhat responsible for the accident. She didn't mind driving. In fact, she liked his car, and would have enjoyed driving it the way here if it wasn't such a dire situation.<br><br>There was a sandwich deli place about half way between the school and the hospital. She had eaten there before, and liked it so she decided to head there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 03:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah!" Pip quipped as she denied having any fault.&nbsp; "If you only knew..." he said softly while holding the ice-pack to his addled head.<br><br>The car ride was easy and Kim drove well.&nbsp; He didn't fear for his life even once!&nbsp; In short time they arrived at the deli of her choosing .&nbsp; He sure was hungry.&nbsp; Go figure!&nbsp; Her breakfast had been great but his tummy was still rumbling.&nbsp; When it was their turn on line he stepped up and motioned her to order ahead of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 15:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She ordered a turkey sub, and loaded it with lots of various toppings. She was very hungry. Her stomach had been growling while waiting in the hospital waiting room, and now she was ready to eat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 17:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pip looked on with fascination, wonder, and HUNGER!&nbsp; Her sandwich sounded delicious.&nbsp; "Y'know what, make that two of those please!" he piped up before paying and joining her at the table.&nbsp; "Again, thanks for helping me out today.&nbsp; You really came through in a pinch.&nbsp; I know we probably won't see each other much during the school year but if you ever need anything or there is any way I can help you...please, don't hesitate to ask me."<br><br>Before long their sandwiches came and they scarfed them hungrily.<br><br>"Wow!&nbsp; Good call!&nbsp; This place makes a mean turkey sub...but, uh, after the breakfast you whipped up this morning I'll bet that you can make one even better."&nbsp; He laughed and smiled at her as she ate -- looking so cute in her pajamas!&nbsp; "We better get back ASAP and get our things sorted.&nbsp; Tomorrow is the first day of class!&nbsp; Are you excited?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 21:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She ate hungrily, and as she was eating he asked her if she was excited about classes starting tomorrow. "Yes," she replied in between bites. "I suppose I am excited."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 16:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't sound very excited," Pip replied around a mouth-full.&nbsp; He finished his sandwich and they got underway.&nbsp; They were back at the dorms soon and parted ways without much conversation.&nbsp; "We'd better change and get back to prepping for tomorrow.&nbsp; It's a big day for us both!&nbsp; Sleep well Kim."<br><br>He stepped into his apartment and started getting his things ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 06:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bye," she said, as they parted ways. "Sleep well too."<br>Okay, so she wasn't too excited. After all, it was just school. She was more excited, however, about getting more opportunities to spend time with her new friend. Hopefully, next time will be better, and not so...unfortunate. As she walked away, she wondered if she really was at fault for Dr. Moly's accident. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 22:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter Molyneux threw both legs up on the bed, turned the light on the night-stand on, and began to read.&nbsp; It was about 1130 and tomorrow was the first day of school.&nbsp; He had gone to get his suits from the dry cleaners later this afternoon (after he was feeling well-enough to brave the streets <em>without</em> a chauffeur, picked up his apartment, and even fixed himself a little salad for dinner.&nbsp; Pip was a little nervous about the big day tomorrow but he was confident he'd get a better night's sleep than he had last night.<br><br>With a slow yawn and a long, lazy stretch beneath the warm eider down he reached out, turned the light off, and snuggled against the big pillows.&nbsp; His last conscious thought was an absent one...about a cute, brown-hair girl who had not only spent the night here last night, but also taken care of him today.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 22:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At 11:30, Kim and her roommate were up and chatting. Kim was telling the other girl about how she had saved a professor's life today, beefing up the story to make herself out to be more of a hero.<br><br>Eventually the girls grew tired, and Kim headed to bed, thinking about Mr. Moly, who she surely wanted to spend more time with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 16:00:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pip tossed and turned and enjoyed a fitful night of sleep.&nbsp; He woke twice -- both times plagued by a raging hard-on -- and had to relieve himself before heading to the bathroom.&nbsp; His eyes were sandy and mostly-closed.&nbsp; His dick was still erect and peeing was damn-near impossible.&nbsp; Pip groaned and forced the member downward as he spread his legs wide and bent at the waist until he <em>finally</em> achieved the right angle.<br><br>"Ahhhh..." he groaned.<br><br>What was coming over him?&nbsp; Lately he had felt completely out-of-sorts.&nbsp; He hopped back into bed and attempted to enjoy the last few hours of sleep before his first day of school.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 20:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim slept soundly through the night. She woke up when her alarm clock rang out, signaling that it is time to get up and start the day. She quickly took a much-needed shower, taking her time and letting the water run over her. While she was standing there under the water, she started thinking of Mr. Moly again, and this time, she moved her hand to her pussy and gently started to touch herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pip slept fitfully through the night -- though he <em>did</em> sleep.&nbsp; His thoughts were a disjointed jumble of school, his fiance, his new job, his semi-concussion, and...Kim.&nbsp; So, it was no surprise to him when he awoke, startled, to his alarm buzzing with a glorious sprig of morning-would jutting proudly out from his flanels.&nbsp; Oh boy!&nbsp; He didn't have time to waste alleviating the condition.&nbsp; Instead, he hit the shower (making EXTRA certain not to slip, trip, or fall) quickly and readied himself for breakfast.&nbsp; He only had twenty minutes to get to the dining hall and grab a bite before his first class was scheduled to start.&nbsp; Despite enduring an entire shower's worth of hot water on his erection it finally subsided after his first cup of coffee but (thankfully) before he attempted to don his boxers.<br><br>"Alright!&nbsp; Let's get this show on the road!"<br><br>Dr. Peter Molyneux dressed every part the urbane young doctor;&nbsp; His face was clean-shaven, his hair was cut neatly and slicked back with a little gel, his suit fit him well and accentuated his tall, athletic body.&nbsp; All in all Pip liked what he looked at in the mirror.&nbsp; It was easy to smile at himself with a little lop-sided grin and grab his courier-bag on the way out the door.&nbsp; <br><br>In five minutes he was at the dining hall with blinders on.&nbsp; Pip went straight for the buffet of bagels and shmeared some butter on it haphazardly.&nbsp; He smiled, nodded, and politely said his, "excuse me's" "please's" and "thank you's."&nbsp; This entire hall was filled with young women who could, potentially, have him as their math teacher.&nbsp; It was immediately obvious that he wasn't the only person trying to put on a good show for the crowd.&nbsp; Some people just aren't morning people.<br><br>He didn't tarry very long.&nbsp; He crammed half the bagel into his mouth as he fled the dining hall and practically ran to his classroom where he began setting up his books, papers, and lesson-plans.&nbsp; The students would be here any minute.&nbsp; Oh boy!&nbsp; Pip was feeling more than just a little nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 15:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim got out of the shower, and changed quickly. She put on a short khaki skirt with a blue button up shirt, white tank top underneath. She slipped on her shoes, grabbed her backpack and headed out the door. In the dining hall, she ate a speedy breakfast, keeping her eye on the clock. She wanted to be on time for class. <br><br>She entered the classroom, and took a seat close to the front. As she took out her books, she glanced at the professor- an older woman with a sour expression. Oh how she wished she could be in Mr. Moly's class right now! But that would have to wait to later, she looked down at her schedule. She wasn't sure why she couldn't get this man off her mind. There was just something about him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After his first class Pip's nerves calmed considerably and he was able to relax into the easy rhythm of the day.&nbsp; The periods actually started going by pretty quickly; he was teaching these kids Algebra and it really wasn't rocket science.&nbsp; Actually, with the exception of only a few pupils, his students seemed very well-prepared for this course by their previous professors.&nbsp; Okay, he really didn't wanna jump the gun on this one but being a teacher really wasn't as bad as he had made it out to be.&nbsp; When he looked at his watch it was almost 11am and time for his last class of the day.&nbsp; <br><br>He sat behind his big desk, looking bored, while the students filed out of his classroom and he perused the daily class schedule.&nbsp; His last class was an advanced Algebra class that was meant to prep the girls for both geometry and trigonometry; there were a lot of topics to cover but these students were the brightest of their grade.&nbsp; After the last period the entire school (all two-hundred students and about twenty teachers, coaches, counselors, etc.) recessed for about a half an hour before meeting in the dining hall for lunch.&nbsp; The midday meal, unlike breakfast, was a formal sit-down affair where manners were observed and conversation was expected.&nbsp; This was also where the Headmaster and Deans would make their announcements for the day, read the news, and inform the student body of any upcoming events.&nbsp; After lunch there was a two-hour study hall where students with good academic-standing could retire to their dorm rooms and relax, digest, and pass the time quietly; students in poor academic-standing were assigned to formal study-halls where they stayed in their school uniforms and were monitored while doing their homework.&nbsp; After study-hall all the students went to their designated sports area.&nbsp; This semester the school offered soccer, womens lacrosse, softball, field hockey, and the equestrian team.&nbsp; Whoa!&nbsp; That last one took Pip off guard but he just smiled.&nbsp; This school was full of surprises!<br><br>The bell sounded and he looked up to survey his new landscape of students when his breath caught in his throat.&nbsp; Kim was here...in his class!&nbsp; His heart jumped a little bit and he actually stuttered over his first few words.&nbsp; Dr. Molyneux attempted to cover it up by coughing into his fist and studying his shiny, new shoes intently while he regained his composure.&nbsp; "Ahem...where was I?&nbsp; Ladies, welcome to Advanced Algebra.&nbsp; I hope you're ready for a tough semester because we've got a lot of ground to cover and I have every confidence that you'll succeed.&nbsp; It might take a bit of extra help but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you're prepared for college."<br><br>And they're off!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 19:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim entered the classroom, excited that she would be able to spend more time with Mr. Moly, even with other students around. She had taken a seat directly in the middle, front row, so she was in front of him and can pay close attention. And with such a good looking instructor, who would not be paying attention? <br><br>She noticed he stuttered a bit when he noticed she was here. She smiled, sitting attentively, listening to every word he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:56:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Peter Molyneux wouldn't interrupt his own class with the daydreamer's errant thoughts -- no matter HOW inappropriate they were.&nbsp; Kim had picked the desk that was dead-center and RIGHT in the middle of the classroom; it was the closest desk to his.&nbsp; When he dove into the lesson it became a little harder to be distracted by her long, tanned stems that were crossed (appropriately at the ankle) like a lady, and curvy enough with athletic tone.&nbsp; They snaked out from beneath a skirt that <em>might</em> have been too short in another teacher's classroom.&nbsp; Pip refrained from drawing attention to it despite the glimpses of creamy flesh it occasionally offered.&nbsp; Her uniform blouse and tie clung tightly to her concealed breasts and etched-nipples which were pressed, like little puppy noses, right up to the display window.&nbsp; The Math teacher practically melted.&nbsp; Dr. Molyneux glanced around the classroom nervously and tried to look ANYWHERE but there.&nbsp; Jesus Pip!&nbsp; He felt himself becoming aroused RIGHT THERE!&nbsp; Quickly spinning on his heel, he began putting another problem on the board before looking over his shoulder peevishly and asking, "are there any volunteers for <em>this</em> problem?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim watched him, thinking that he appeared a bit nervous. Was this his first time teaching here? she wondered. Am I making him nervous? She wasn't sure, but she thought he was looking at her. Of course he wasn't, he was looking straight at the class as a whole- she just happened to be in the center. While she was thinking about this, he spoke, asking for a volunteer.<br><br>She wanted to volunteer, but she wasn't sure if she knew. Math wasn't her best subject. She heard a girl behind her speak up, and she silently sighed with relief. At least she wasn't called on directly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 22:30:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slender arm shot straight up -- just behind Kim -- and he paused for a moment to look past the buxom little brunette to meet the eyes of the girl who volunteered.&nbsp; "Yes, Miss..." he began and left it open.<br><br>"Harcourt," she replied daintily, "Megan Harcourt."&nbsp; She rose swiftly and brushed past him to grab the chalk and begin the problem.<br><br>Dr. Molyneux's finger scrolled down his ledger until he found her name.&nbsp; "Ah yes, Miss Harcourt," Pip echoed.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; He stepped out of her way and gave the room a cursory glance to make sure that everyone was paying attention.&nbsp; When he turned back to the problem on the board he noticed a somewhat nervous look on Kim's face.&nbsp; She was biting her pout lower lip, looking absolutely adorable, but unsure at the same time.<br><br>Megan, on the other hand, was doing a bang-up job of finishing the problem correctly.&nbsp; "Good work, Ms. Harcourt," he announced and put a check-plus mark next to her name in the ledger.&nbsp; Participation, after all, was an important part of the grading process.<br><br>"Does anyone have any questions?&nbsp; And please, ladies, don't be shy.&nbsp; I don't expect <em>everyone</em> to understand <em>everything</em> the first time.&nbsp; The only dumb question is the one you <strong>don't</strong> ask."&nbsp; Pip hated saying things like that -- something that one of his dusty old teachers once said to him -- but he felt like it really was true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 03:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim watched as Megan completed the problem with ease and then sat back down. When Mr. Moly asked if anyone had questions, she hesitated before raising her had. She had noticed that he wrote down something next to Miss Harcourt's name in the rolebook. Maybe it was just her wanting him to notice her, but she wanted a little checkmark too. Maybe if she asks him to review the problem, she could understand it enough to try on the next one, she thought.<br><br>"Can you explain it please?" she asked when Dr. Molyneux looked her way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:27:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Can you explain it please?" she asked when Dr. Molyneux looked her way.</strong><br><br>"Sure," Pip smiled at Kim genuinely.&nbsp; Her spot in the front row gave him a great vantage -- for better or worse.&nbsp; Dr. Peter Molyneux went through each step of the problem again and emphasized that he was talking to the class, not just to Kim.&nbsp; He gestured toward the board nonchalantly and even drew little arrows between each of the steps.&nbsp; He thought, for a second, that he was explaining it pretty well.<br><br>"Alright, any questions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It made more sense the second time around, as he explained it in more detail. "Thank you," she replied after he finished with the problem.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 23:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're welcome," Pip replied.&nbsp; "Alright...moving right along."&nbsp; The rest of the lesson seemed to fly by and before he knew it the lunch bell rang and ended his class.&nbsp; "Ladies, enjoy your lunches, and I'll see you tomorrow."&nbsp; Dr. Molyneux didn't know whether or not he had some of the girls in his dorm -- aside from Kim.&nbsp; It made the student-teacher relationship much less personal when the teacher was also the "dorm-parent" or resident-advisor.&nbsp; He began to pack up his things while the girls filed out and only paused a moment to look up when he felt eyes on him.&nbsp; Kim was looking at him expectantly but averted her gaze when he raised his eyebrows...as if to answer another question.&nbsp; Was he imagining things?&nbsp; His stomach growled.&nbsp; He knew he definitely didn't imagine <em>that</em>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 02:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim looked away from Mr. Moly, and then looked back at him with a smile. "When do you eat lunch?" she asked him, hoping she could have lunch with him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 00:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pip checked his watch and stuttered, "ah...erm, ahem, well Kim, lunch is scheduled for noon -- promptly.&nbsp; I think the students and faculty have a half an hour recess before lunch to put their books back in their dorm rooms and/or apartments and make their ways down to the quad.&nbsp; Meals are supposed to be served in Houghton Hall so as long as you're not late I don't think it matters what you do with your half an hour."&nbsp; He smiled and chuckled a bit before adding, "I take it you didn't read your handbook?" he asked her abashedly as he admitted, "I...uh, didn't read it all either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 03:11:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Handbook?" she repeated, not sure what he was talking about. "Oh yeah, that book...I tossed it on shelf of my desk, never really bothered to read through it. Guess I should read it."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 23:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, well it's 'required'," he made the quotation-bunny-ears around the word, "reading for students and faculty alike but, I'm a monkey's-uncle if it isn't even dryer than your Math textbook!"&nbsp; Pip laughed easily as he tried to make light of the situation.&nbsp; "Honestly, I can't say I blame you.&nbsp; So, any idea what's on the menu for lunch?&nbsp; I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 02:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think horse is on the menu," Kim replied with a laugh. "But we can go see," she offered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:16:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Molyneux giggled and thought better of it, "on second-thought, I think I might just skip the school's lunch and head back to the dorms.&nbsp; I have a lot of work to catch up on after the first day of classes.&nbsp; I can always whip up a sandwich or something from my fridge."&nbsp; Where were his manners?&nbsp; "Wait, you know how to cook, right?"&nbsp; A sly grin came over his youthful features as he eyed her incredulously.&nbsp; "Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 21:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I can cook," she replied with a smile. She loved to cook and would gladly cook him something if thats what he wanted. "Well what are you thinking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honestly Kim, I have no idea what I even have in the fridge but, well, if you can find something and turn it into 'edible' then I'll be very impressed," he laughed with a smile.&nbsp; "You're welcome to try!&nbsp; I have some work to do for my classes so I hope you don't mind if I monopolize the kitchen table until we eat."&nbsp; Pip had an infectious smile that was difficult to keep off his face.&nbsp; Kim was absolutely adorable in her school uniform with the plaid skirt, shirt and tie, and blazer -- replete with knee-high socks and loafers.&nbsp; Something about the outfit really got to him and he just couldn't keep the grin from his face...until he noticed her looking at him.&nbsp; "Er...let's go.&nbsp; I'm starving!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim smiled back at him. "Alright, let's go."<br>She followed him back to his place, wondering how he did not know what is in his fridge. Didn't they just move in here this week?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 16:22:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When they got back to his apartment, Pip shucked his shoes, dipped into the fridge and grabbed an ice-cold Sam Adams.&nbsp; It didn't take him very long to realize that he had cannibalized the contents of his refrigerator over the course of the last few days since moving in.&nbsp; Poor Kim would have a stack of half-eaten honey-baked ham and turkey cold cuts, a few slices of provolone, one slice of American, a scoop of mayonnaise, three squirts of mustard, a half-eaten head of lettuce and part of a tomato...at her disposal.<br><br>Dr. Molyneux sat at the kitchen table and watched her curiously before adding, "good luck!" to his silent sentiments.&nbsp; When she sauntered into the kitchen her little plaid skirt swayed with her hips and flashed dangerously exposed flesh that rode high on her thighs.&nbsp; Whoa.&nbsp; He had almost forgotten just how attractive this young woman was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 04:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim looked over the contents of the refrigerator, and shook her head. <br>...<br>half-eaten honey-baked ham and turkey cold cuts, a few slices of provolone, one slice of American, a scoop of mayonnaise, three squirts of mustard, a half-eaten head of lettuce and part of a tomato<br>...<br>"Uh..." She looked around the kitchen, hoping maybe he had some sort of bread laying around. She saw none. "Do you have bread?" she asked. "Because the only thing I can think to make with this is a sandwich." She was rather annoyed that he invited her over for lunch with not much food in here. Sure he did warn her at first, but she at least expected to find more than this!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 00:58:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh...bread?" he repeated with a dumbfounded expression.&nbsp; Kim was standing, bent at the waist in front of the open fridge, and sighing with annoyance.&nbsp; Dr. Molyneux couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up her thighs while she perused the inadequate contents of his refrigerator.&nbsp; He blinked and bit his lower lip as he felt a familiar stirring in his pants.&nbsp; <br><br>Pip, holding a doctorate in Mathematics, was still a bit naive when it came to living on his own.&nbsp; "Sorry Kim," he apologized with a sheepish grin, "I guess I'm not too used to living on my own here in the dorms.&nbsp; I usually just scrounge up some food or order take-out...or delivery!&nbsp; I went right back to living the bachelor's life when I moved out of my fiance's apartment and into Havisham.&nbsp; I tell ya what, why don't you make a list of groceries -- things you need to make lunch...or dinner...or even breakfast...or whatever, and I'll go shopping later this week when I have time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Grading the Report Card (Jago &amp; Gracie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gracie</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 16:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim nodded. "Okay, I'll make a list. But what about now? Should we just head to the dining hall?" She asked. He wasn't used to living here on his own? What was he, a child? she wondered as she closed the refrigerator door. Even when she was younger, she would have been perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She had been cooking fro a young age, she did not understand how a grown man could have trouble with what she saw as one of the most basic components of adult life. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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