After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)
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				Title: <strong>After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 15:54:31</strong>
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				Mari Kensey hated going to school.&nbsp; She hated it with a passion.&nbsp; Hated getting up at ungodly hours in the morning and walk in the freezing cold of morning in a short shirt and chafing uniform.<br><br>But what she hated most of all, was that she hated having to do homework over the summer!&nbsp; Who does that?&nbsp; Give students a paper to write over summer vacation?&nbsp; Her history teacher, of course.<br><br>Mari didn't attain a sexy tan this summer.&nbsp; Her skin was pale, and smooth, nearly flawless.&nbsp; Her long dark hair, tied from her face in a ponytail, accenuated her heart shape face and pert nose.&nbsp; Sixteen years old, and she was a pretty little thing that promised to bloom into a lovely woman.<br><br>She arrived at school and stored her things away in her locker and after meeting up with her friends, catching up on their vacation activities, then resigning to attend the classes listed on her schedule once the bell rung.<br><br>Fortunately, the last class was her most dreaded one.&nbsp; History.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:05:24</strong>
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				<br><br>Anthony White was not your average teacher. He was an intelligent man and very good at explaining concepts to students. But that was not all there was to him. for a teacher, he was exceedingly good looking, with short, dark hair, a tanned skin and a body in fit shape. He took care of himself, always clean, always shaved, bringing out his handsomeness even more. His most striking feature, however, were his striking green eyes.<br><br>No one could understand how such an attractive man could still be single. No one, but a few of his students. He was strict and demanding, always ordering complete silence and attention. That strictness stretched further into his home life, as he was a very punctual and severe man. A stark contrast with the passion simmering inside him. Oh yes, he could be very passionate, but only under his terms.<br><br>He watched his students, class after the class, listening to him, some of the girls paying slightly more attention to him than to what he was teaching, but he didn't mind that. Sometimes, he fantasized about what he could do with the young, impressionable and innocent girls in his class. And the not so innocent ones...<br><br>The last hour of the day, was the junior year, a class full of sixteen-year olds. Most would consider it hell on Earth, but Anthony didn't mind, as he passionately told them about the Cuban Crisis, before finally collecting the homework he had assigned them over the summer, a twenty page long essay on Independence day.<br><br>"All right. That was it for today. But Amira", he called on one girl, "Be a dear and collect the papers, please."<br><br>As she stood and moved about the classroom, he reminisced about the advatages of a class full of sixteen year olds, just over half of them being girls. And the curves stretching the uniform shirts over ample, firm, pert and delciious bosoms, the short skirts revealing long legs in various tans. Except for on, who had pale legs. Ah... delicious little Mari...
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:13:49</strong>
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				When Mari set foot into Mr. White's class, her heart nearly stopped.&nbsp; She didn't recemember whether she had printed up her essay and put it into her bag.&nbsp; She had worked the last week of her vacation on it and had been up last night finishing it up and making sure it would meet with Mr. White's expectations.&nbsp; <br><br>She had retired promising herself that she would print it in the morning. . . which she forgot to do.<br><br>Her blood turned to ice water as she imagined Mr. White's reaction.&nbsp; He never yelled at his students, but his steely gaze. . . .could make a raging bull back down.<br><br>she sat down, her lips feeling numb throughout the class.&nbsp; And when the student went around collecting papers, Mari whispered in a soft voice, "I forgot."<br><br>Amira winced, "Seriously?&nbsp; Man, oh man. . . you are in trouble."<br><br>"I know."&nbsp; <br><br>Mira watched with dread as Amira collected the rest of the papers and returned them to Mr. White's desk. . . .maybe. . . oh maybe, he'll not look through them at this moment.&nbsp; Class is nearly over, maybe she'll be well on her way home before he looks.<br><br>She could fake being sick and take one. . .maybe two days off from school and by then. . . he'll be mellowed about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:18:58</strong>
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				He dictated the students their last assignment for the day, to read a short article in their book and answer a few questions on it. As their attention was now on their books, he leafed through the essays. One was missing... He quickly checked over the names again and realized Mari had not turned in hers. He took this as a personal insult. One knew that he was a strict, but fair teacher. Except when you forgot something in his class or disturbed the silence when he ordered them so.<br><br>Some even called him frightening when angered.<br><br>And so he was now, very angry, yet still appearing to be calm. <br><br>The bell rang and the students stood, collecting their things and about to leave, when his voice, measured and quiet, just audible for everyone in the room, called out, "Miss Kensey, would you please remain here?"<br><br>He watched the girl intently, his admiration for her beautiful body relegated to the back of his mind, as he gazed at her with cool anger burning in his green eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:23:03</strong>
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				Oh no.&nbsp; "Y-yes sir."<br><br>He knew.&nbsp; She knew he knew.<br><br>Mari's lips tremble as those cold eyes settle on her and pierced her soul.&nbsp; Her classmates around her glanced at her sympathetically and one even touched her shoulder in a comforting motion as she walked by.&nbsp; The students filed out silently, none of their usual happy noises of finally going home or chattering was heard.&nbsp; &nbsp;They all knew Mr. White was angry and one of them was going to pay dearly.<br><br>Mary folded her hands on her desk, not moving.&nbsp; Like a rabbit in a car's headlights.&nbsp; When the door shut, she felt as if she had been sealed away inside a dark cave with a very hungry monster.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:40:19</strong>
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				As everyone was now outside, he walked over, closing and locking the door, keeping the key with him. He didn't know why he did this, but he did. Being locked in a room with the sexy teen certainly had a lot of appeal.<br><br>As angry as he was, he turned to the target of his ire, gazing at her again. His eyes drifted lower, from her pretty face to the way her nice body was gift-wrapped in the sexy outfit that had to pass as a school uniform nowadays.<br><br>"Mary, I can't tell you how disappointed I am. Nor convey how angry", he spoke, his voice an angry his, his hand landing hard on the desk. <br><br>"Especially at the start of the school year, this is a very bad sign. Do you think I should take measures to make sure it doesn't happen again? And to discourage others from neglecting one of the few things I simply demand, like you did, I will have to punish you, severely."<br><br>"You will have to make a ten page essay, every single week and stay in detention for two hours, every day, till Christmas. Or I will fail you."<br><br>He looked at her, her sexiness seeping into his mind, and suddenly he smirked, rather seductively, as he voiced, "Or do you propose something else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Class Lessons (Aragem and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:50:26</strong>
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				Mari closed her eyes tightly, praying that she didn't start crying.&nbsp; That was so much more school work atop of her already assigned school work.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please, I'm so sorry.&nbsp; I did the assignment, I did!&nbsp; I just forgot to bring it.&nbsp; I'm no use to getting up so early in the morning. . ."&nbsp; <br><br>Having him stand over scared her and it felt as if there was a heavy weight on her, pinning her down in the chair.&nbsp; "Mr. White, I. . . I want to make up for it. . .I do. . .but that is too much work. . . ."<br><br>A tear rolled down her cheek and dripped off her chin.&nbsp; 
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