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Mrs. Gemma Waterson
Gemma calmly stood and circled around to the front of her desk, a stack of graded papers in her hands. She slowly snaked her way between the rows of desks, depositing tests on the student's desks, her heels clacking against the tiled floor of the class room. She could feel the eyes of the students on her as she made her way around the room. Some were watching her anxiously, unsure how they had performed on the mid-term exam, others, mostly the male population watched her for other reasons. Perhaps because of the way her tight white blouse hugged her chest, or the way her long, skirt hugged her hips, or perhaps it was simply the way her crimson red lips seemed to always be pursed somewhat seductively.
Mrs. Waterson was used to both types of looks. She'd always had a bit of a reputation for a being a hard ass, a reputation that was certainly deserved. And she was certainly no stranger to being stared at by teenage boys, or full grown men for that matter. She was okay with both. More than okay, actually.
As she delivered the last exam, she paused for a moment to give the student a long look. The grade on the test was an F. And the student wasn't just any student, she was Gemma's niece. Her sister's daughter. Gemma wasn't pleased with the girl's effort and she intended to show her niece just how not pleased. At the top of the test was a note in bright red, 'Please see me after class.' Turning her back to the girl, the teacher strutted back to the front of the class and took a seat behind her desk.
"For those of you who did well, congratulations," she stated in a cold voice. "For those of you who did not do well, this had better be a wake up call for you. I suggest you make some adjustments and make them quick. For those wishing to get a jump start on the second half of the semester, I have provided you with a list of materials that you could read during your spring break."
Before Gemma could continue, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. She paused long enough to allow the ringing to stop then dismissed the students. As the teenagers began to pack up their books and papers and file out, Gemma let her eyes drift to her niece.
Mrs. Gemma Waterson
Gemma calmly stood and circled around to the front of her desk, a stack of graded papers in her hands. She slowly snaked her way between the rows of desks, depositing tests on the student's desks, her heels clacking against the tiled floor of the class room. She could feel the eyes of the students on her as she made her way around the room. Some were watching her anxiously, unsure how they had performed on the mid-term exam, others, mostly the male population watched her for other reasons. Perhaps because of the way her tight white blouse hugged her chest, or the way her long, skirt hugged her hips, or perhaps it was simply the way her crimson red lips seemed to always be pursed somewhat seductively.
Mrs. Waterson was used to both types of looks. She'd always had a bit of a reputation for a being a hard ass, a reputation that was certainly deserved. And she was certainly no stranger to being stared at by teenage boys, or full grown men for that matter. She was okay with both. More than okay, actually.
As she delivered the last exam, she paused for a moment to give the student a long look. The grade on the test was an F. And the student wasn't just any student, she was Gemma's niece. Her sister's daughter. Gemma wasn't pleased with the girl's effort and she intended to show her niece just how not pleased. At the top of the test was a note in bright red, 'Please see me after class.' Turning her back to the girl, the teacher strutted back to the front of the class and took a seat behind her desk.
"For those of you who did well, congratulations," she stated in a cold voice. "For those of you who did not do well, this had better be a wake up call for you. I suggest you make some adjustments and make them quick. For those wishing to get a jump start on the second half of the semester, I have provided you with a list of materials that you could read during your spring break."
Before Gemma could continue, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. She paused long enough to allow the ringing to stop then dismissed the students. As the teenagers began to pack up their books and papers and file out, Gemma let her eyes drift to her niece.
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