Extra
tuition
Ever
since Miss Harrison had become my psychology teacher I had spent more
time in extra tuition, as she put it, than in her lectures. Every day
she demanded that I returned after everyone had gone home, yet when I
did all she would do is make me sit opposite her desk and just to go
through what she had taught us during that day's lecture, and enough
was enough.
Pausing
outside her room I took a deep breath before pushing the door open
and walking in. As usual Miss Harrison was sitting behind her desk,
only today she had her legs stretched out, resting on another table.
Slowly
I entered the room and, without even looking up from the book she was
reading, Miss Harrison told me to sit down.
“What
have I done now, Miss?” I asked, lowering myself on to my chair.
“Who
said you'd done anything, Damon?”
“In
that case why am I here, yet again?”
“If
you haven't worked it out yet...” she smiled, leaving the
sentence unfinished, before standing up.
Walking
over to my desk she placed her hands down in front of me before
leaning forward, giving me a perfect view of her ample cleavage down
the front of her leopard print dress.
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