W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)
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				Title: <strong>W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 16:55:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Witchbanner.png)</div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/10-home-office-area-rug-07232019.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Professor_office2.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">For any scene involving a teacher's private office.</div><br><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Header</strong></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=2]&lt;Image&gt;[/Img][/floatleft][b]Name: [/b]<br>[b]Student ID: [/b]<br>[b]Area of Study:[/b]<br>[b]Date and Time:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b]<br>[b]Notes:[/b] &lt;Please include any content warnings here or other scene notes here.&nbsp; Delete line if there are none.&gt;<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 19:36:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instruction<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her offices <br><strong>Tag:</strong> <strong><em>OPEN</em></strong><br><hr><br><em>Another year, another crop of young women ready to be taught the ways of the world and their places in it. Of course, the dark chocolate hued woman sitting behind a rather large oak desk felt that the average person's place in this world was beneath her feet but that wasn't an acceptable thought process in general.&nbsp; In fact, for the most part, she wasn't sure the average person even made a good foot stool. Too talkative by half. A grin graced her features and dimpled her cheeks as she put the final touches to her early morning cup of tea.<br><br>Tip tilted dark eyes travelled over her planner for the day's events but there wasn't much to be found there, only class in the afternoon. Of course, one of the little brats could fuck up on their very first class day but that was unusual. Especially, if someone talked about her punishments.&nbsp; She was a bit of a creative genius when it came to making the girls figure themselves out, if she did say so herself. A gamine grin flitted over too serious features as she swung her legs up to rest her feet on the edge of her desk and took the first sip of overly sweet tea.<br><br>It was quiet. She wondered how long it would last.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 19:52:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/18/24/73182442d43ecdb61cc7f21568929edc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Monet Bloom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH401-8091<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nadine's Office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine<br><hr><br>Monet half-skipped as she moved gracefully through the corridors, wandering a little aimlessly with a smile on her face as she warmly greeted those she passed by before settling on a real destination. She was near Nadine's office and the beautiful woman was one of her favourite teachers to bug, a skill that couldn't have come more naturally to the pink-haired exuberant witch. Even as she walked she blew excessively large bubbles, letting them swell until they burst. <br><br>When she was at the door she gave an eager knock, tapping out a pretty little pattern with her knuckles before barging in without waiting for a response. In the room she stood by the doorway, fixing her eyes on Nadine and grinning. She wore her customary outfit, a tight-fitting corset and a too-short pink skirt along with thigh-high tights. Letting her current bubble burst she waved, wiggling the fingers of one hand playfully at Ms. Laveau. "Hi, teach!" She started, "You look like you were in danger of getting bored," Monet teased, confident enough to boldly suggest she was a cure for boredom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opale</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 21:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/DownloadWitchSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Alizarine Duval<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH421-6969<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Just after 8AM, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mr's Laveau's office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine Laveau|<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Maybe just ten minutes after, there was a knock at the office's door. And provided there was an invitation to enter, Alizarine would enter the office. She was dressed with a simple white blouse, a marine blue skirt, tube like, that revealed long slender legs, and a pair of two inches heeled bootlets. She was having that so haughty and dismissive perpetual air on her angel's face. Her make up was made of pink and eyeshadow. Nothing too much, but enough to be noticed. Especially the glossy lipstick.<br><br>"Mrs Laveau ? I'm Alizarine Duval. I wanted to meet you I have specific demands to do about the Thaumaturgical instructions, since I'm not really interested into it, you know.." she said stepping closeby the desk, with a sly smile.<br><br>And then she noted the presence of another girl, maybe named.. Monet ?
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 21:54:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instruction<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her offices <br><strong>Tag:</strong> <strong><em>Monet | Alizarine</em></strong><br><hr><br><em>The moment the adorable little pink haired mess flounced into the office, Nadine grinned. Monet was always a cheerful little minx and quite fun to tease. She wasn't much of a trouble maker, but she was VERY playful which suited the elder woman right down to the ground. In response to the young woman's statement, Nadine immediately swung her feet down from the desk and patted her lap.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You know that isn't how we gossip in the morning!! Find your place, girly pie."</span> With an armful of gossipy hotness, Nadine resumed her tea only to be interrupted a few minutes later by another very attractive young woman who entered and seemed to be making some sort of demand. Dark eyes flicked toward the delightful armful she now held before a warm palm found the curve of Monet's butt and gave a small pat.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Sit next to me please?"</span><br><br>Finally, the intensity of her gaze was turned on the newest arrival, flitting over every single inch of exposed skin with a sort of bored air.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Did you say demands? Who are you to demand anything of me, Miss Duval? What exactly is your issue with a class you really know nothing about? What is your specialty?"</span> The words were dripped into the silence at a steady pace, cold, formal and completely at odds with the way she had greeted Monet only few minutes earlier.&nbsp; If there was one thing Nadine loathed, it was being demanded to do anything. This young woman would learn that soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 22:02:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/18/24/73182442d43ecdb61cc7f21568929edc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Monet Bloom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH401-8091<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nadine's Office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine, Alizarine<br><hr><br>With the playful response, Monet beamed happily, shrugging her shoulders and giving her best look of wide-eyed innocence. "Oh, you know me Miss. I'm terribly forgetful. I need a lot of reminders about where my place is," Monet responded in a soft, teasing tone even as she happily drifted through the room to settle herself right on Nadine's lap where she made herself comfortable, wiggling a little playfully to make sure Nadine felt her soft but shapely behind.<br><br>When she felt a little pat she pouted, furrowing her brow even as her eyes betrayed that she wasn't at all genuinely upset. "Yes, miss," She responded as she shifted, sliding to settle and watch the exchange with a curious expression. From her position beside Nadine she eyed Alizarine with a little surprise but for the moment she kept quiet, letting Miss Laveau handle the conversation exactly as she saw fit for the time being. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opale</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 08:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/DownloadWitchSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Alizarine Duval<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH421-6969<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Just after 8AM, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mr's Laveau's office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine Laveau|<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Alizarine glanced back at the teacher, her semi-closed eyes quite an erotic delight to the view. Her long dark eyelashes helped somehow in giving her that sleepy, slightly vapid look on her gorgeous face. She femininely brushed off a streak of her blonde mane out of her face, and muttered llow, and slowly, with a slightly husky voice.<br><br>"Mrs Laveau.I'm a conjurer. And.. I'm a Duval.. I mean, you don't seriously expect me to do things like.. the plebe..." she explained, as if it was perfectly natural. She oozed confidence, haughtiness and disidain at this moment.<br><br>She shifted sliglhtly the way she was posing, and her gaze roamed upon Monet's figure. She had nothing against the girl, but they didn't know each other, and in Alizarine's world, she was just another girl from the crowd. Just more interesting because she was also a witch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 15:37:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instruction<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her offices <br><strong>Tag:</strong> <strong><em>Monet | Alizarine</em></strong><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"And I am a Laveau with a direct line of descent from the voodoo queen herself. Yet, I am not one to brag on that because my foremothers are not me. I don't care that you are a Duval. Simply put, they mean nothing to me nor does your posturing now."</span> Each word was precise, direct and calmly spoken. There was no ire present in the low alto as Nadine made each of her points. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"My class is for advanced studies, period. If all you want is to conjure and rest on your families name? So be it. But other witches want to know more than their specialties and that is why I am here."</span><br><br>With that, she pulled out a small piece of paper and signed the bottom of it. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Take this to your head of house. You are excused from my class from now on. Now...was there anything else?"</span> The pleasant mood that Monet had fostered was now gone, swallowed by the rudeness of the young woman before her. To think that a name meant anything at all when she could trace her family back to the onset of voodoo and hoodoo in New Orleans? No. That was a rudeness she'd not deal with. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"If there is nothing else, I'd like to get back to my morning cuppa and my company."</span> Nadine waved a slender hand. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You are dismissed."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 16:38:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/18/24/73182442d43ecdb61cc7f21568929edc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Monet Bloom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH401-8091<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nadine's Office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine, Alizarine<br><hr><br>Monet blinked at the words coming from Alizarine's mouth, smiling slightly and shaking her head as she brought one hand up to her mouth. That display of disdain only amused her although she was forced to stifle it as she didn't want to upset Nadine. The retort that came from the teacher had Monet fixated on her, facing her in her seat and watching her lips as she spoke with such authority. It was enough to have her giving a little wiggle on her seat.<br><br>Quietly, she smiled wider as Nadine noted she'd like to get back to her company and wondered whether Nadine would settle quickly after the little confrontation or whether she might be able to help her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opale</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 16:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/DownloadWitchSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Alizarine Duval<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH421-6969<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Just after 8AM, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mr's Laveau's office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine Laveau|<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Alizarine kept her sly smile upon her glossy lips. Everything went smoothly, all things considered. She'd avoid a class that she didn't want to go through, AND the infamously known Mrs Laveau, for her strictness. That way, she'd have more way for other things. Whatever they might be.<br><br>"Thank you Mrs Laveau. I believe we won't see each other again ever. I wish you pleasant classes with your students." she simply replied, and departed with light steps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 19:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instruction<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her offices <br><strong>Tag:</strong> <strong><em>Monet |(end) Alizarine</em></strong><br><hr><br>Nadine simply nodded and waited for the blonde to depart before turning her attention back to the pretty young thing at her side. One dark eyebrow rose in query even as she patted her lap for the return of said beauty. A smile, charming and sure, crossed full lips and lingered there. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Did you know that particular bit of beauty and bad manners?"</span> She couldn't imagine that being the case. Monet and her playmate were sweethearts who didn't mind it when Nadine needed to vent or tie someone up and torture them.&nbsp; Not only that, but they were good girls (usually) and good students. Much better for Nadine's peace of mind.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Get you sexy lil butt back over here and tell me about classes. What do you have today? D'you think I can talk you and Bella into paying me a visit later this evening? I have an idea..." </span> Again, there was that dimpled grin, a flash of something dark and decadent hidden in the chocolate hue of her irises. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"What do you think?"</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 19:50:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/18/24/73182442d43ecdb61cc7f21568929edc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Monet Bloom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH401-8091<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nadine's Office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine, Alizarine<br><hr><br>Almost as soon as Nadine patted her lap Monet sprung up, quickly settling back into her favourite chair with a happy grin. "Nope! I don't think rude people are ever pretty," She replied, grinning playfully as she couldn't help but take a little shot at least after what she'd witnessed. <br><br>With the compliment in the air, she wiggled her hips against Nadine, shrugging and feigning her best clueless expression. "I'm not sure, I have it written somewhere. I don't think I'm too busy though," She answered, wondering if her forgetfulness would get her told off. Monet was settled right against Nadine, wishing she could see those beautiful deep eyes but happy with her place. "I think we'd both clear any schedule to come see you, Momma Laveau," Monet teased, purposefully putting on a sultry tone for those last words. "What do I have to do to hear your idea?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 15:48:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instruction<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her offices <br><strong>Tag:</strong> <em>Monet</em><br><hr><br>The wiggles and small dig at the now absent blonde drew a bubbling chuckle from the other woman even as she drew the petite bubblegum haired woman into the tightness of her embrace. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That makes sense, little love. Obviously neither you nor Bella would ever act in such a way and you are BOTH stunning."</span> A gentle squeeze ended that particular compliment and silence reigned for a few more minutes as Nadine contemplated her needs versus what she wanted, right now.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Mama Laveau...oh. this little rip!!'</span></em> Monet knew exactly what that nick name did for Nadine but there wasn't enough time to properly chastise the beauty. Classes would begin soon and Nadine had other things to tend to before she could unwind in her favorite way. Still, she did land a rather smart smack to the girl's hip.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"We don't DO pouting, beauty. Bring Bella and yourself to my classroom after dinner.&nbsp; Suspension, wax play and possibly cock rings to start. Oh, we'll see. Now, give me a kiss and get to class."</span><br><br>A pucker of full lips as Nadine waited to be obeyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 16:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/18/24/73182442d43ecdb61cc7f21568929edc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Monet Bloom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH401-8091<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nadine's Office<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine<br><hr><br>"Mhm," Monet replied right away, only smiling when she heard Bella complimented. Much as the pair came to conflict at time they tended to get along particularly well in the presence of Nadine or even just when discussing her. She made things easy to agree on and, typically, slipped control away from both of them.<br><br>The little smack only made her wiggle and grin, playfully giggling and turning a little to smile. "Mm, mama.." She murmured, her soft voice purposefully teasing before she nodded and wiped the expression from her face. "Yes, mama. We'll be very good girls for that," Monet promised, then leaning in to give a chaste, measured kiss knowing she could save the deeper, needier ones for later. Before slipping out of Nadine's lap she leaned to her ear and whispered. "I'll be aching for your touch all day," Before standing up and turning to face her, putting on a practiced innocent face that masked what she'd just said. <br><br>"We'll see you later!" She enthused, waiting a moment just to see if she'd be chasisted for being such a tease. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Teachers Offices (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 00:57:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instruction<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her offices <br><strong>Tag:</strong> <em>Monet</em><br><hr><br>The kiss was enough to sate for the moment, but Nadine KNEW that she'd receive much better once she had her girls properly entertained. The normally strict Professor stood up and stretched with a low chuckle before putting away her tea things. Yes, tying down two of her favorite girls would probably be the highlight of her day.&nbsp; However, first, she had to get through classes...and more smart-ass girls who thought they knew more than they did. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Ah, I shoulda stayed in N'Awlins."</span><br><br>The truth was that teaching here was a great opportunity. The young women who left here were better trained than anywhere else. No matter what that other twit-filled college thought! With a final snicker, Nadine left her office. Time for school!<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Scene End</span></div>
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