A Different Relationship

[LordLuck]

[Closed for Orithyia]

Gregory Smith was once a quite attractive man. Once. The years were just starting to get him, his once muscled belly starying to grow fat after he had to abandon his activities in the local university. He had a misunderstanding with his department colleagues, and that had made things quite difficult to bear.

But it did not matter anymore. He had decided to settle down, taking a special license to work on his researches back home, only showing up to lectures and seminars. At 37 years old, that was probably for the best.

He brushed his well-trimmed hair. Boy, you're getting old. He was starting to lose his shape, the muscular legs and arms of a rugby player starting to grow lazy from inactivity, his broad shoulders and tall height making him look like that teacher anyone had once. His grey eyes, togheter with his short beard made him look more austere than he actually was. But that's not the problem here.

The problem was that his niece was coming. To stay some undetermined amount of time.

She should be arriving soon. According to Greg's brother, James, Fallon was quite a difficult girl to get along with. Even though she was smart and applicated to her own objectives, she was a 'stubborn little bitch', Jamie had called her.

He knew already that Fallon had given up school a year ago, but that's all. Greg really didn't maintained a close relationship with the rest of his relatives, living almost two days by car away. Although Shivering Harbour wasn't the smallest city around, it's university turned it to be a well-movemented place. He had to talk to her once she was here.

He had given her the instructions on how to reach his apartment downtown. They had spoken through the cell phone just about 5 minutes ago, and she had told him she was about to be there.

Greg only hoped for his niece as the apartment's doorbell rang thrice.

 

[Orithyia]

"Shivering Harbor." A young woman got out of the taxi and toss a single duffel on the sidewalk. "Keep the change." It was a large bill of fifty and the ride fare was only $13.59. When the taxi didn't leave Fallon poked her head in the window. "If this is the one thing my Father's going to pay for I'm going to make sure it costs him." The taxi driver only shrugged his shoulders and drove off.

Things at home sucked. The last fight that Fallon and her Father had duked out carried a very impressive list of costly casualties, her favorite being that ugly Italian vase from the last family holiday that she wasn't allowed to go to. Looking up at the apartment building she hoped things would be better here.

Fallon pulled up her sleeve and read the apartment number off her arm. This was it. This town was a lot quieter then home. She wasn't quite sure if it was a bad or good thing yet. Pro, if the town really was this quite there would be no trouble to start. Con, if the town really was this quite she would be nagged double quick when she did start trouble. She sighed, ran a hand through her hair and rang the door buzzer. And again. And just because she was who she was, she rang it a third time.

It wasn't that she was in a hurry or anything but the untied combat boot, worn and faded black daisy dukes, topped with a tightly fitted untucked boyfriend shirt didn't help against the deceivingly brisk cool air. "It's sunny with blue skies, doesn't this place know the rules of warmth?" She grumbled to herself about to ring the buzzer again.

Fallon Smith
21 years old
5'7" 136lbs​

 

[LordLuck]

"So here's the little troublemaker.", Greg said as he opened the door.

Fallon was much older than he'd remembered. And much more attractive he had ever thought she'd be. As she held tight her arms, covering herself against the cold, Greg decided to tease her a little.

"Welcome to Shivering Harbour. I see you're already acquainted to our namesake weather..."

Gregory were wearing a sweater, already aware of the cold. This city was just the perfect place to lay down before the fireplace, snuggling to another body... unfortunatelly for Greg, his last girlfriend had left him months ago.

"Come in. How was trip?"

 

[Orithyia]

Fallon's eyes narrowed when she realized that her Uncle held her in the sunny colder for his amusement. "This place is ever most charming, dearest Uncle." She threw in a curtsy, mimicking a Elizabeth Bennett voice, while her face stayed flat and stoney.

If this was the tone to be set for the rest of her stay here she was going to go batty, out of her mind loopy.

"Come in. How was trip?"

Finally. "Long. Annoying and kids these days need to be whacked more, maybe it'll instill commonsense in them." She had sat being a small child that was convinced that she was his best friend. The entire way he played games with her, threw things at her and made faces. That was until she leaned over and told him that she killed and ate small puppies for lunch. He proceeded to cry the rest of the way as his parents glared at her, as if it was her fault the kid couldn't keep to himself and read a book or something.

"You've gotten old and fat." Fallon said without thinking, sliding past Greg to pat his stomach. Oh he wasn't that bad, he really wasn't, much better off then her Father was so she had to give it to him there.

In the next room over, a living room she guessed she dropped her bad and sat on it. "So..." She tapped her feet not really knowing what to say to the Uncle that was never really there but she now lived with. "Is the couch mine or do I pitch a tent outside?" Fallon wasn't kidding, she was well prepared to get the tent answer, it was one of the reasons she only brought one bag with her.

 

[LordLuck]

"You've gotten old and fat."

Charming. It was going to be way harder than he had expected, even with Jamie's advice and constant complains about Fallon. He was the absent uncle and her the uncompromising girl. Great couple.

"Is the couch mine or do I pitch a tent outside?"

She was quite a bitter girl. Heavens, what had happened to sweet, little Fally? Greg had really hoped James was being overreactive... but now he saw that he wasn't - at all.

"You can have it. Or if you'd rather be cozy, you can sleep with me. The nights are really cold here, you'll see. Not appropriate for camping at all."

As Fallon stared at him, Greg realised that he had said 'sleep with me'.

"I mean, I have a bedroll you could use."

Gregory walked past Fallon, sitting down at the long couch. What had Jamis done to this poor girl?

"We need to talk, but there's no hurry. Do you want a snack, or a drink? Theres still some beers into the fridge..."

 

[Orithyia]

"I'm good with the couch for now. When it gets warmer I'll more then likely hoist a flag up out back staking land for myself." She joked. Once Fallon got used to the weather change she would be fine, she was thick blooded and it ran hot most of the time.

Fallon flopped on the other side of the couch and took her backpack off. "Nah, I'm good. I don't drink, never liked the stuff." She opened her bag and pulled out a big gallon bag of homemade rice crispies. "You want one?" Fallon offered before she grabbed one herself.

She wasn't sure what her Uncle was talking about. As far as she was concerned there was nothing to talk about. And if there was, was it really that important? It wasn't like he really cared, no one did. Fallon ruffled her hair again.

"What do we have to talk about?" She stood up, searching the house for a broom and dust pan. She had an itching to unpack and go out and do something. Part of her knew it was fear that made her jittery. She had no idea what this man, her Uncle, was like or what rules he would try and place on her or what he thought of her.

 

[LordLuck]

"I'll pass on the crips. I'm fat.", Greg smiled back at her.

He circled around the room, sitting down on the armchair by the couch, both before the average television one could hope of. The living-room/kitchen wasn't all that bad, after all. It wasn't dirty or messed about, but the place was rather small, Fallon could see.

As Gregory sat down, he stared at his niece.

"What are you doing here, Fallon?"

The question was surely expected, but Greg highly doubted that the younger woman indeed awaited for him to be that blunt.

"Jamie was ever the quiet, caring kind of person. So much unlike his wife...", her uncle went on. Greg had never liked the woman that Jamie had married - too bitchy for him. "... and honestly, I can't say why did you end up here with me, girl. If we are to be 'roomies', we need to talk."

"What happened, Fallon? What upsetted James so much that you had to come here? Did you killed someone?", Greg tried to joke about it, only noticing the bad taste of his chat as he said it.

 

[Orithyia]

Fallon just shrugged, if he didn't want any that meant there was more for her.

She knew this question as coming, yet she didn't know how to answer it. So she sat there for a moment pulling off one crispy at a time and eating it. "Me and Dad just didn't agree on what I should do with my life. He stopped caring so I stopped trying." It was a round about answer to what had happened. The full answer was the typical 'long story' and was complicated.

He wanted more then that as an answer. "I didn't kill anyone or rob a bank. Nothing epic or big like that. Ah ha!" Fallon found the broom and a dust pan and went over to the couch and tipped it over. Underneath was fairly clean but there was no harm in sweeping the area until it was free of all dust and bunnies alike. In her duffel bag she pulled out a yoga mat and placed it in the newly cleaned space and laid her clothes out on top of it before righting the couch. Sitting back down on the couch she leaned over and using the tabs on the mat pulled it out making sure it cleared the space under the frame. It did. Ta-da instant dresser. She pushed the yoga mat back under the couch until you couldn't see it and sat back. And started again.

"Music was our thing. The thing that bonded us together. He's the one who taught me to play the piano, who gave me the courage to pursue it as a hobby and more. It kind of became my life. Together with my good grades I knew I was making him proud. But then he changed. He stopped coming to watch me play. Started telling me to get a real life. It suddenly started making him angry. When he sold the piano and banned me from music all together, our relationship changed. He was forcing me in a new direction that I didn't want to go in and it didn't' matter to him. I was unhappy and wanted my Dad back. I rebelled and it made things worse. When I realized that and stopped it was too late. I was ruined he told me. He had made a mistake and I was gone. I didn't know what to do so I poured myself into my schooling but that didn't help either. It wasn't good enough. I made my junior class in college as a freshman and all he had to say was, 'so that's your best' and walked off. I figured that no matter what I did it wasn't any good so I quit school and started doing things to make me happy. Dad took it the wrong way, calling my friends criminals, locking me out of the house. Hell he even called the cops on me once for talking my car to get food. Told the police that he had taken that car away from me and i was trying to steal it." Nadia shrugged after the unleashing of her life story. "So here I am. Still trying to make my Dad proud of me but not knowing how."

 

[LordLuck]

Greg listened to Fallon as she opened herself to him. He knew already that James was upset with something, but he knew not that his daughter was as well. Fallon was a smart girl. Why none of them had sat down and talked? Perhaps they did. Many times. Too many times.

"I... am sorry." Greg started, looking for the exact words to express his idea, "But perhaps you should stop trying to make him happy. If that's making you miserable, it ain't be worth it, Fallon."

"You shouldn't care that much with him. But it seems that made your living impossible. Perhaps... perhaps I can help."

Greg raised, walking across the room for the calefactor. He'd forgot that Fallon wasn't used to the city's weather, and adjusted the heat, turning it a little warmer.

"How do you still enjoy the piano, Fallon? I think I can take you back to have classes, if that's really your thing..."

 

[Orithyia]

Fallon shrugged. "I just want him to love me and be proud of me again. To spend some time with me. I'm still his little girl I just think he forgot that."

"You don't have to make it warmer. Just give me some time, save your gas bill and I'll be hot in no time." It was nice that her Uncle was caring enough to think on her like that. Fallon looked at him again and this time didn't see her Dad's brother but a different independent man not automatically on her Dad's side.

"Sorry about before." Fallon blushed, shamed of how she had been a touch on the bitch side when she first walked in. "I wasn't always this mean."

It didn't help when he offered to get her back into piano classes. "It's not the teaching that I need, I just want to play. There is a store that I saw while I was riding into town, 'New notes and old tunes', it looked like a music store. Had a help wanted sign in the window. You think it would be okay if I tried for the job?"

Somewhere in the asking Fallon had laced her fingers together and was staring at them waiting for the fight that would break after a question like that.

"To get money so that I can pay rent or whatever and not ask you for handouts. Help pay the elemental bills." It was always important to state the pros when entering a debate with James, so she rushed the first ones that came to mind.

 

[LordLuck]

Greg ignored Fallon's warn to let the heat down. She had just arrived, it would still take some time to have her walking around confortably.

"No problem, girl. I've run into more unbearable women before.", he smiled at her, as he took his seat back.

"You do as you please. You like music, you should apply for it. Actually, I could talk to Thea... I'm acquainted to Notes and Tunes owner, you see...", he scratched the back of his neck,"But you keep the money. If you really want a piano..."

"I'll buy you one. Think of it as a gift for all of your birthdays I've been away."

 

[Orithyia]

"What?" Fallon was slightly thrown off. He was telling her to go for it. There was no fight or anything. Nothing but support and the offer to help. "You would really talk to her?" She was starting to get excited. Her first day here and she might already be on her own road with a job that she liked. "Thank you."

Fallon just shook her head. "I know it's weird but I don't want a piano. Not yet anyways." There was too many bad memories with having a piano again. Plus the one she wanted was the one she learned on, her Dad's old piano that he had sold.

She looked at her Uncle without saying anything. "You know, you're a lot cooler then I thought you would have been. Now, I'll me cook you dinner and you can set the table." She wanted to do something nice for being mean before, no matter what her uncle had said about it being okay.

The kitchen didn't have what she was hoping for but she made do with a sweet corn, snow pea, grilled asparagus romaine salad and sweet cajun chicken and shrimp wrap.

"You are going to have to learn how to grocery shop now that there is a girl in the house. You know you have no dark chocolate right." She told her Uncle at the dinner table.

 

[LordLuck]

Greg really enjoyed the meal. He hadn't really cooked properly for himself for... weeks? A month? He had only stuffed himself with junk food when outside or with an instant spaghetti when at home.

"You gonna have to teach me, dear. I've lost the touch for grocery shopping when James married and moved out."

"What do you need dark chocolate for? Are you planning something?"

He liked how Fallon turned out to be a nice, sweet girl after all. She only needed a little support. When James called him that 'the little bitch' had 'escaped', Greg hoped for a dragon to storm his apartment. But instead, now he had a cute girl that loved music and cooked really well.

Greg had noticed that Fallon was a beaultiful woman. Even if she was petite, and not exactly his personal preferences, she was really attractive. At least, he found her to be very appealing. He was sure most men on the street would think the same.

"So... any boyfriends back home, Fallon?"

 

[Orithyia]

"I'll make it easy for you. Fruit, the kind that doesn't come in a can. Same goes for veggie, no bell peppers. Yogurt is always a goodie and popsicles. It's a start." Fallon patted Greg's hand. "It'll be okay, I'll teach you the way old-one."

"I plan to melt it down and bathe in it." Fallon teased. "That or just eat it, take your pick." She stood up to clear the table. "You cook I'll clean, I cooked..." Fallon left the sentence open for her Uncle to pick up on.

"Boyfriends? I like how you make it more then one." Fallon laughed boxing up the left overs. "No there are no boyfriends. I may have a good time every once and a while but nothing too serious. They tend to get clingy and annoying."

Reaching out under the couch, in her 'dresser' she pulled out clothing for the night. A pair of happy face boxers and a tank top. She peeked around the corner and steeping deeper into the living room took her boots off and changed. The shorts were an easy off easy on. It was the shirt that was tricky. She put the tank top around her neck and pulled her arms in her t-shirt. With her arms in Fallon pulled the tank top under the t-shirt and stuck her arms in the holes and back thru the t-shirt arms. From there she unbottoned the t-shirt, unclamped the bra and took that off. Ta-da in her sleepwear. The clothes she had worn there she put in her empty duffel.

 

[LordLuck]

Greg took out the dishes into the sink, and quickly started to wash them over. When you live alone, you get practice to do your living stuff.

So Fallon had no stable boyfriends. Interesting. Perhaps she acted bitchy and mean around them because they'd remind her of the kind of guy James would approve. Yeah, that was probably it.

As he finished, he saw quietly as Fallon exchanged her clothes. God, Jamie, what have you sired here?

"Hey, aren't you showering first?", Greg came to her, "I just have to tell you, dear, than sometimes I'll stay up late, working on my room/office. You can watch TV or the likes as you'd like."

He looked up and down Fallon on her sleewear.

"I'm surprised a guy never got the nerve to be your boyfriend, Fallon. You're stunning."

 

[Orithyia]

"I'm surprised a guy never got the nerve to be your boyfriend, Fallon. You're stunning."

"I'm a morning shower person, plus I also took one before coming here so I'm all showered out for the day." Fallon was stretched out on the couch, one arm pillowed under her head the other resting on her belly.

"So you're a night owl kind of person." She chuckled a little about that. "I hope me waking up early isn't going to bother you. I'm the wake up early, go for a run or something of the like kind of person. And as far as tv goes." Fallon leaned over and dragged her backpack across the floor, bringing out her wireless mobile card and her laptop. "I got this and netflix so I'm all set." Fallon was caressing the top of the laptop. "Plus Alpha had free porn that you don't have to pay for, unlike tv." She was joking, naturally but it was funny to watch people's reactions. "On that note, you want to watch some?" Again she was kidding, this time she was laughing about it.

Fallon shrugged her shoulders and waved her Uncle off. "It's not that they haven't tried but I just don't like to get all tied up in "serious" emotions. I'm fine as long as we're all having fun but the moment rules and expectations come out it stops being fun for me and I end it." She was back in the laid out position that she had been in prior to showing her laptop. "I'm just not moved by complications, disappointment and wounded egos." She had enough of that in her life and she didn't need it to mix into the few pleasures she still had left in her life.

"What about you? Whats your love life like? Am I shacking up with the new age Casanova?" She turned her head to look up at her Uncle waiting for an answer.

 

[LordLuck]

"Plus Alpha had free porn that you don't have to pay for, unlike tv." She was joking, naturally but it was funny to watch people's reactions. "On that note, you want to watch some?" Again she was kidding, this time she was laughing about it.

"I have my own porn stash in my Desktop. You're welcomed to check it. But if you like to touch yourself, please, take care with the rug.", Greg smiled back at her. He liked her sense of humour, so much like his own.

"What about you? Whats your love life like? Am I shacking up with the new age Casanova?" She turned her head to look up at her Uncle waiting for an answer.


"I highly doubt it.", Greg sat by the couch arm, looking down into Fallon. She was really beaultiful. He hoped he had one of those for himself, someday. "I used to have a girlfriend. Unfortunatelly for the both of us, I was also a college teacher. I've lost count of how many girls your age had come to melt thenselves over me."

"All of them telling me they'd do anything for better grades...", Greg took a deep breath, "Sad, really. So cute little girls and I can't touch them. Can't have them locked with me in my office. Damn rules."

He smiled at Fallon.

"I understand your point, Fally. And I think it's a really smart one. But have you never thought to bond with someone? Or had it ever went wrong? That's some kiond of feeling that's worth trying... at least."

 

[Orithyia]

"I have my own porn stash in my Desktop. You're welcomed to check it. But if you like to touch yourself, please, take care with the rug."

Fallon stared at her Uncle with her mouth open not used to someone kidding back with her. If she had said that around her Father he would have gone nuts and she was half expecting Greg to too. "Wow. You're a hoot." She half over pulling her legs to her chest laughing. Seemed her and her Uncle had more in common then her own Father. "Dad would have tripped if I said something like that to him.

"So you have school girls coming after you. Isn't that just every teacher's fantasy?" Fallon looked up Greg with a wicked grin. "Tell me all the juicy stories. How many girls have you gave 'lessons' to?" It was hilarious to think that her Uncle was a campus hottie. "Just because you can't have them at school doesn't mean you can't have them here." She wagged her finger at her Uncle. "You horny dog."

Fallon thought about it. "Never felt the need or want to bond with someone. Of course if I ever happened to run into Brad Pitt or someone like that I can't say I wouldn't want to 'bond' with them." It was crude humor to hide that fact that intimate relationships frightened her a bit. They carried power over a person and she didn't want to be under the power of someone. "Plus I've never met someone worth taking that risk for. At least not yet. I don't know, I still might have hope that it'll happen on day."

 

[LordLuck]

Greg smiled as Fallon laughted at his retort. He was starting to like her; perhaps she wasn't such a 'little bitch' as Jamie refeered to her, after all.

"Yeah, it's every teacher's fantasy...", he had to thread somewhat lighlty over the subject. After all, he was almost expelled for such a rumour. But know what? Screw that. He was only giving speeches and lectures once every two weeks, it would hardly be a trouble.

"I've given private 'lessons', yes. All of them, however, left me as they got aproved in my classes. I'm not complaining, but... whatever.", he gasped, thinking. "And thrice, I've given 'personal lectures' and 'reunions' back at the University.", He smiled.

"A couple of times, I was given thanks after an 'oral exam'. It was really interesting..."

He then turned to sit at his comfy armchair. "Well, don't force yourself in a relationship, Fallon. I was once exactly like you. I do not regret it."

Greg suddenly got an idea. It sounded absurd at first, but then, she could also face it like another joke.

"And you, Fallon? Have you ever been in an 'oral test' when you were at school?"

 

[Orithyia]

Fallon was rolling on her side laughing. "OMG you are a dog. Nice." She clutched at her side as they began to hurt. "How are you my father's brother?" She remarked in fascination.

"I don't plan to. Relationships are not on the menu. I would rather had fun and if it happens then it happens. If not, no biggie." Fallon shrugged.

Sitting up she rolled her shoulders and shook her head no. "I got my good grades the old fashion way and studied. Tho I was offered 'extra credit' a few times." Fallon shook her head again. "But can you imagine the fit dad would have thrown if I were to ever do something like that? It was never worth the risk."

Leaning back against the cushions of the couch she thought about what she had just said. Was there ever anything she had wanted that she had risked her dad's disapproval against. After a silent moment she realized that there wasn't a single thing in her life that she had truly risked getting. Even in her rebelling there was still a safety net. Fallon ran her hand thru her hair and vowed to find something worth taking a risk for.

 

[LordLuck]

"Heh, you didn't knew your father BEFORE he met your mom, dear.", Greg took some time to remember of James when he was a 'cool' guy. "Some years before your mom started to hump him, Jamie was THE dog. Even though I was the charming one."

Gregory smiled down at Fallon. He saw that she was in some sort of inner reflection. He cared enough for her not to disturb her thoughts.

"There was a frien of ours, Gabe. Once, we were clubbing in the Red Light District..."

Greg adjusted himself on his seat, smiling. This was a tale he loved telling.

"We had a stripper for the three of us. It was Gabe's birthday, and we were all a little hammered. The guys sent me to fetch more beers, and at the bar I've met another friend of mine, Hector, who was just leaving with a gorgeous girl. I've spend some 10 minutes talking to him. Guess what?"

"When I was back, the two cockheads were banging the stripper! I've never thought Jamie would risk enough to have a DP in the half-opened room. It was... an awesome night."

"But I guess he changed. I love to tease him about taking for myself his stuff and all that crap when we were younger. I never cared for how pissed off he got, because it amused me."

 

[Orithyia]

"Dad was DPing a stripper?" Fallon sat there with her mouth open in disbelief. Was this the same man that kept telling her that it was best to save it till she was married. She shook her head trying to get the image of a younger version of her dad fucking the shit out of a woman. Sad to say it was a pretty hot image and being DPed had been one of Fallon's fantasy for a while. "I can't believe it." Fallon finally closed her mouth and shifted a little on the couch.

"What about you did you join in?" Fallon was trying to shift her mindset to light teasing but the image of her uncle when he was younger popped into her head and it wasn't helping the gutter minded things that was already playing in her mind.

 

[LordLuck]

"Yes he was, the lucky, smart bastard."

Greg smiled at his niece when she arranged herself on the couch, paying more attention to his talk. Remembering this story also brought thoughts of arousal to his own mind, as he watched as his niece held her long legs...

"That's so unlike his current style, isn't it? Your mother's fault. He used to be a really great guy to hang around, Fallon. Until your mother raised her skirt. To have 'mating privileges' with her, he changed. Almost completely."

"Ach yes, I did join them later. As it was Gabe's birthday, he had the dibs to choose how... he got a ramming her cunt, as Jamie filled her asshole. As the suckers had defiled the stripper, who, bear in mind, WASN'T the hooker kind... I only got a blowjob. An awesome blowjob, I must say, but 'only' was given head. Jamie got a fucking ass to pummel."

The very thought of the scene sent tickles down Greg's spine and into his groin. He sat up straight so to conceal his own problems. Perhaps he should change the subject. Watching Fallon's lithe, interested body wasn't really helping it.

 

[Orithyia]

Fallon's body was becoming flushed with the play that was going on in her head. The addition of her uncle filling the stripper's mouth the same time she had her pussy and ass filled was, to say the least, exciting.

"I never would have thought Dad was like that. You I might have guessed but Dad." She trailed a hand up and down her leg absentmindedly, the touch light and raising goosebumps on her skin. She licked her lips lost for a second in her mind.

"What other stories are there? Tell me more. What's the craziest thing you've done?" It was weird for Fallon to be this instead but after a quick count in her head, it had been seven months since she last had any and this was the most action she was getting. "Who's bigger? You or Dad?" She was bitting on her lip now smiling and eager to have her questions answered.

Another part of her head was wondering when her uncle would go to bed or at least leave the room so she could bust out her computer, watch some porn and play with herself.

 

[LordLuck]

Greg noticed how Fallon was growing eager and interested with the conversation. Maybe Jamie had never talked to her about sex? Well, he most surely did, but probably not with Greg's informality...

"I'm bigger. Slightly. We are about the same lenght, but I'm a little knack longer, and two knacks thicker.", Greg stiffened his chest, proud, a small blush at his cheeks.

Smiling, he kept going on. He was himself thinking of jerking off as soon as this conversation was over. However, he could feel that he was exciting Fallon, and that thought aroused him.

"The crazyest thing? Well... I've done some pretty fucked up stuff, really."

"One of my favourites... I've once had to correct and talk about some students corrections, so at least 4 or 5 that attended to my classes had lined up before my office's door. BUT the first I've received was a hot red-head that was willing to do 'anything' to have her grades reviewed with care and kindness..."

"Today I fear I wasn't too kind. In a moment I was 'analizing' her. She had mounted on me - ass first. I've begged her not to scream nor mumble nor groan while we did it..."