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She bent, putting her books down, and giving me a full look down her top at her big, youthfully rounded breasts. I hoped those glasses meant she couldn't see my eyes on her without them. On one hand, there was the implied trust of the teacher. I believe that you did your homework and handed it in as required," I told her. "I have a solution, but I'm going to need your cooperation to make it work," I said. "I'll do what I can." "I know you shouldn't have to do this, but I need you to redo your paper." I saw her face grow angry. York, but I think we both know that's not likely to happen. " Alex looked at me for several seconds, digesting my words. She stood, and took it, holding it in her own soft, feminine one. York, and tell her to expect a paper from you, delivered by me, and that she is to grade it fairly. I tried to smooth it over with her, doing a King Solomon, but there was no reasoning with her. Standing again, she began to roll her skirt up, exposing more and more smooth, firm thigh to my gaze, all while looking directly at me, flaunting herself and her freedom. She said she didn't get the assignment, and graded Alex accordingly. She was an old hag, with a terminal case of 'holier-than-thou-itis', and would absolutely never admit she may have lost or otherwise misplaced Alex's paper. In the end, I had to simply tell her that we were doing it my way, and there was no two ways about it. Rarely did the earlier years mix with the seniors, and within those seniors were sub-cliques. Even from behind, I could practically hear her roll her eyes. With no boys to muddle the environment, the girls broke into their little cliques, which had the convenient side effect of sorting them for my viewing pleasure. I watched her ass for a few seconds, until I lost her in the crowd. Nearly a hundred young women, blossoming into adulthood. "Enjoy your meal." With that, the blonde bombshell flipped her hair at me, and turned on her heels. Owens," I heard from behind me, and turned to find an attractive brunette smiling at me. They were living proof of the old saying about birds and flocks. I deal with the administrative crap, and remind the young ladies in my charge that the rules are meant to protect their decorum, purity, and chastity. A pretty, if unremarkable face, and a body that appeared to have been fashioned by a sculptor with a breast fetish, and a sharp chisel. Over in the corner, Melissa and her friends were chatting loudly. "I was bored at home, so I'm just hangin'," she nodded. Chillin'." I looked down at her smiling face, taking in her whole package, and let me tell you, she definitely had the whole package.
Mild tease, and according to scuttlebutt, still a virgin, despite her boyfriend's repeated attempts to change that status. The empty halls held little to interest me now, so I decided to head back to my office. But girls will be girls, and they will always find a way to separate themselves from the rest of the pack.
I do occasionally bump into students outside of school. For starters, she usually wore her hair up, and always had her glasses on. "My friends are waiting," she said softly, reading my gaze.