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Post by Aare Cabot on Mar 1, 2007 10:51:25 GMT 7
“My teacher is going to shit a buttload… I mean, boatload. I just woke up like, ten minutes ago from my nap, which is going to make me late. Joy, joy. I have English Lit. with O'Keeffe and you know what that means…” The blonde hurriedly applied some mascara onto her eyelashes as she spoke on her phone with a friend. “Show the tits… basically. I mean, he is gonna go bazurk when I get to the class late, but whatever. I love stroking his overly inflated ego.” The blonde laughed at something her friend said. Walking out of her bathroom, she walked into her bedroom and looked at her reflection her big full length mirror. The girl wore a green and white dress, white heels, and most of her blonde hair was up. The girl smirked at reflection and then said, “Well, I have to go. Maybe he won’t shoot fire at me if I let him gaze down at my cleavage. Just kidding! Okay, bye.” Flipping her phone off, Aare Cabot finished getting herself ready and headed out the door with a black wool jacket on her. Aare walked down one hallway after the next, the way she did ever so often when she went to class. As it was, she was actually making good timing. The young woman finally arrived at her class room only ten or so minutes late. Entering the room, she stayed silent. Her teacher said nothing to her yet, so she took a seat up in front. Everyone hated sitting in front, because then it was harder to get to sleep knowing the professor was glaring down at the whole time, but no matter, Aare didn’t mind sitting in front for Professor O'Keeffe’s class. Making herself comfortable, Aare opened her notebook and started copying down everything that was on the projector. All through the hour and half of class, the Professor said not a word to Aare, but once class was over, she had a feeling it was time to go into ass-kissing mode. She knew he couldn’t possibly be pleased because had interrupted him when she first came in… [Sorry! So crappy and short and blahh….]
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Francis Michael O'Keeffe
Professor //Global Mod
[M:1000]
don't come knocking at my door; love don't live here anymore
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Post by Francis Michael O'Keeffe on Mar 2, 2007 5:23:04 GMT 7
Standing in front of the class leaning slightly on his desk he was talking this his class about the purpose of writing. His grayish-blue eyes glancing around the room watching inattentively as his students scribble down the notes that he had on the projector. He didn’t have any idea if they were paying attention, neither did he care. It wasn’t his job to make them pay attention. The only thing he was required to do was teach and he was doing it. Many people wonder why would he decide to teach, there wasn’t really a friendly demeanor about him, and he didn’t look like caring type which in fact he wasn’t. But English was his love and he couldn’t think of anything he would rather do but involve himself with the art of English.
Hearing his door open he paused for a second and saw as Ms. Cabot walked into late and he knew that he must have been dreaming or something. It was one of his first rules, never be late and even now they couldn't follow that. He could have say something but he didn't, clearing his throat he continue on with the lecture. Seeing the girl sitting down in the front row and begin to join the class in writing down her notes. He placed a note to pull her aside when class was over and continue on. Finally finishing the lesson he assign a homework assignment and dismiss his class. Standing up from his desk he ran his hands through his hair and sigh. He had another class to go and then his day would be finish, and the fact that he had the prospect of grading papers which he loath. Looking up he noticed as Miss. Cabot prepare to leave. “Ms. Cabot I am going to ask you to come to my office” he said looking at her with lack of expression.
{sorry so blah}
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Post by Aare Cabot on Mar 2, 2007 6:00:02 GMT 7
“Come to my office,” He had said, which meant O'Keeffe was pissed to the max. Well, at least he didn’t look that way. His blank face actually showed hardly any sign of emotion, which made Aare feel sorry for him, but not sorry enough to say so aloud. Adjusting her dress, Aare stood up. She packed her notes away into her Bob Marley bag, which was made out of canvas material. Brushing blonde strands from her face, Aare nodded and stood. “Sure, Franny, anything you say,” She said in a sugarcoated voice unlike her own. If anyone was around, they might have gasped at Aare’s boldness. Not many professors allowed their students to call them by their first names, so the fact that Aare not only called her professor a form of his name, she had nicknamed him Franny for the moment.
White heels clicked along the tiled floor as Aare walked towards her professor. She smirked at him rather flirtatiously and swayed her hips as she walked towards the door. She stopped and looked over her left shoulder towards her professor. She wasn’t quite sure were his office was. Some teachers had their offices in the classrooms, while others had them in random places throughout the school building. Propping herself so that she leaned against the door frame, Aare asked, “Where’s your office? I mean, I assume you want to talk with me now unless…” She shrugged her shoulders a little bit and a small smirk reappeared on her face.
Because O’Keeffe displayed no emotion on his face, Aare was unsure if once they got to his office, if he was going to explode at her or just act cool. She knew he’d probably explode at her, but maybe he’d just say something stupid like, “Listen, Ms. Cabot. Just don’t walk into my class late again. If you don’t care about this subject, drop it and take another class or just don’t come at all.”
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Francis Michael O'Keeffe
Professor //Global Mod
[M:1000]
don't come knocking at my door; love don't live here anymore
Posts: 79
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Post by Francis Michael O'Keeffe on Mar 2, 2007 6:49:27 GMT 7
He placed his hands in his pockets waiting on her to response. He knew that she would compile, well unless she didn’t want to receive a failing grade she did. Not that Francis would give her a bad grade for not listening to him, but also not saying he wouldn’t.. Letting out a sigh when she call him that, he rolled his eyes slightly. “must we continue with that little pet name you gave me, Aare” he said loosing his professional teacher like stance. After all class was over and it was only the two of them left in the room. Smirking at her slightly he did, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t piss off at her. It was just a move he did.
Watching her walk towards the door he couldn’t help but stared. Of course he was a male, and some way it was wrong to being looking at his student in that way, but he did. It wasn’t as if he was gay, or that she was ugly. It was a nature instinct for a male to be attractive to a dam like her. Walking behind her he notice her stop at the door and ask him where his office was. He raise his eyebrow and then walk over towards her stepping around her and stopping. “well it isn’t far. I promise, I know how you hate walking especially with those things you like to call shoes.” he said in a sarcastic tone. “and it is just around the corner. I am sure I told you all that the first day of class” he said in a monotone voice.
Walking down the corridor he made no advances to start a conversation with her. Francis he wasn’t really a big person on small talk. If it wasn’t important then it didn’t need to be said. It was what you can call a pet peeve to him. Walking around the corner he open his door with his key and step back to let her enter first. His mother always taught him to be polite, and even though he was thirty he still listen to that advice.
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Post by Aare Cabot on Mar 2, 2007 7:22:40 GMT 7
“Mhm! I must. You know why? Because I know you love the attention I give you. And anyways, no one is around but you and me.” She winked playfully at her professor. She teased him constantly, but she knew for a fact that he liked the female attention he was getting from her. Yet, how could he not love any male attention; it was obvious he was rather lonely and lacking in the female attention area of life. Aare couldn’t imagine Francis married. Who would marry him? Sure, he was good looking and maybe even, dare she say it, charming, in his own weird way, but she could never understand how a woman could love a man w was utterly obsessed with himself. She knew that she cud never be in love with that kind of man.
As Aare had been walking over to the door, she felt eyes on her. Turning around, she had smirked, “Stop staring at my ass, please and thank you.” She giggled, showing off white teeth, before becoming silent for a moment. She smiled and rolled her eyes to his comment. “These are shoes, thank you very much.” Flicking blonde hair from her green eyes, she continued, “And I don’t mind walking in them or else I wouldn’t wearing them. They are actually quite comfortable. It’s not like the heel is seven inches or anything. I, too, am sure you told the class where your office is, but I have a bad memory. I forget things rather often.”
Aare walked down the corridor with Francis and said not a word. She knew he wasn’t one for talking, at least not too much talking. Once they got to is office and the door was unlocked by Francis’s key, Aare entered. There was a desk and a few chairs. Aare decided the desk would be fine. Walking over, Aare made room on the desk and sat down on the edge, spreading her legs just a bit. Aare was always a tease when she was alone with Francis.
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Francis Michael O'Keeffe
Professor //Global Mod
[M:1000]
don't come knocking at my door; love don't live here anymore
Posts: 79
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Post by Francis Michael O'Keeffe on Mar 2, 2007 7:58:16 GMT 7
“Yeah I know exactly why, and I do love the attention. And thank god no one is around. It would surely be the death of me if I get caught being called Franny. I do have a reputation to uphold you know” he said in his normal conceited way. Of course it is how he act about everything. That was the wonderful life of Francis O’Keefe. He was thirty and still not married, not dating and didn’t look like he was going to settling down anytime soon. He didn’t want to anyways, to be tie down to one dam would be the dead of him. But he did enjoy a lady company from time to time. It was one of life greatest joys.
Still staring at her wonderful physique he notice her stop and look up at hr face and smiled a dirty smile “yeah and you act like you didn’t like me staring. I am not naïve you were only walking that way so that I could stare.” he said knowing a few of the females game. He been around long enough to know some of them, but he didn’t know them all just yet. “well if you say so, they look like a pain in the backside to me. But if they are what you like I guess they are fine” and he shrug “yeah and I aspected to hear you say that. Don’t ask me why, but you always seem to be in another place when I am teaching” he said remembering the glossy look in her eyes.
Letting her walk in, he walked in behind her closing the door and turning around to see her sitting on his desk with her legs parted slightly. He had to admit that it did affect him a bit but he wasn’t going to tell her this. Walking over to his chair he sat behind his desk and look up at her with his grayish blue yes. “now that we are all comfy I see, you won’t mind telling me why you were late to my class.” he said expecting to hear the truth.
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Post by Aare Cabot on Mar 2, 2007 8:31:26 GMT 7
“I know! I know you love the attention. I may seem out of it sometimes, but I pay attention to most things that you say.” She winked playfully once again. She was such a flirt. She made a fake gasp and then giggled. “You seriously have a reputation to keep in check? Sheesh! Excuse me then…” Smiling, she nodded” I’m just kidding, Francis!” She sighed softly and eyed him for a second. “Did you know that you’re like, old?” She joked with him. “You’re…” She counted in her head how many years older he was than her. “Nine years!” She said after a moment. “Yep! You’re old, but that’s what makes you all the more sexy.” She pouted at him before turning back to a normal face. “I’m not surprised you’re sill single.” She said sarcastically and continued in the same tone of voice. “Girls must be pouncing on you all of the time. Poor guy!” She giggled and shook her head. “It’s true,” Aare sighed dramatically. “I did enjoy you staring, but I know you enjoyed it more. Know what I think you’d really enjoy?” She asked and then bit her lower lip innocently. She wouldn’t say it aloud. The blonde just giggled like a little girl.
Sitting on his desk, she smiled, eyes meeting his before she lowered he green eyes to her legs. She shut them and lay her hands in her lap like a good girl. She put on a rather innocent look, something she was good at, seeing as she was an actress and all. Aare scooted over on his desk so she could face him without turning her body or head in an uncomfortable way. Crossing one leg over another, she sighed. She would hat have to tell her story ALL over again, but she knew he’d ask for he reason why she was later sooner or later. “Well, what happened was this morning I went jogging for like half an hour to an hour. When I got back I took a shower and then went to bed, hoping to catch a nap before I had to get to class. So I fell asleep but then woke up like right when class was starting. So!” She stopped to take a breath, since she had been talking rather fast. Finally she continued, “So I got dressed and headed over. That’s why I am late.” She concluded by drawing another breath before exhaling softly.
Aare slid off the desk and walked around it to get to her professor. She frowned sadly and did something rather unexpected. She walked around Francis’s chair and leaned over a little, resting her hands on Francis’s shoulders. She massaged his shoulders as she sighed, “Sorry I was late, I really am. I enjoy our time together in class.” She smiled as she continued, “I’ve never been late before, and you know it.” She changed the subject. “You’re tense, did’ja know that? I guess I would be too, if I had a billion papers to grade. You should relax a bit…” Her voice trailed off.
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Francis Michael O'Keeffe
Professor //Global Mod
[M:1000]
don't come knocking at my door; love don't live here anymore
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Post by Francis Michael O'Keeffe on Mar 3, 2007 2:00:07 GMT 7
“yeah and I guess it isn’t so bad that attention comes from you. And I am glad to hear that you at least listen to me at least once and a while. It really does touch my heart.” Francis said while placing his hand over his heart in a dramatic way. He was only joking but many people would have taking those words seriously. There were many that couldn’t quite understand the sick sense of humor that was Francis. “Yes I a big one, and at least you have manners I guess. I though that they stop teaching that to you American children” he said to her and smirked. He love the fact that he wasn’t born in America, although it was a great country, he love his own much better. “and yes I know you were kidding, and so was I.” he said glancing on her for a second then looking away. Frowning when he heard her words he look back at her “good way to crush a mans ego by telling me I am old. It doesn’t bother me a bit. I got better knowledge, and I know things that can make your toes curl” he said in a devilish tone.
He shook his head at her “well when this discussion move on to me being single. I have no problem being single. It has being do fine by me for now. I can’t be ask to be tie up with a dam.” Francis said shrugging his shoulders. “and as far as the ladies, I am not having any problems in that department, that is if you know what I mean” he said with a sharp laugh. In fact he had more than he could handle, but it wasn’t as if he was going to complain. “then I guess I can keep on staring then if you don’t mind. And yes, I would be a stupid bloke not to appreciate a fine develop woman when I see one” he said scanning her body and moving his eyes up to her watching her bite her lip softly. Stupid hormones, “think not sexy thoughts, think not sexy thoughts” he repeat to himself as he walked behind her enjoying the view.
Leaning back in his chair he look at her and notice her change her position of the way she was sitting down. Francis was rather enjoying the view but he wasn’t going to tell her that. It might make her head bigger than what it already was. Rolling his eyes are her look he leaning back more into his chair. His job was so stressful, and he really needed a break or something. Listening to her explain her story he didn’t buy any line and he look away for a second then back on her as she finished her statements and he lean forward and gave her a serious look “Aare do you think I was born yesterday. I hate excuses,they are like assholes. Everyone has one and they all stink. First of all if you were going to be late you could have stay where you were, but instead you walk into the middle of my class interrupting.” He said running his fingers through his hair and letting out a sigh. Looking back at her when he felt her arms touch his shoulders and said sorry. He smirked at her and shook her head “I can’t believe I am going to do this, but don’t let it happen again.” Francis said in a serious tone.
Feeling her massaging his shoulders he started to relax some more “well yah I deserve to be tense. Work and no fun makes Francis a really dull boy” he said pouting his lip out slightly. “ and I don’t think I am going to grades those papers just yet. I rather like having her hands on me. They are soft and it is getting the job done” he said closing his eyes and placing his hands on her hip “fuck me relax, when and what time. I have work, be happy your just a student. Live gets harder as time goes by” he said open his eyes slighty and smiling. “anyways while we are on papers, you do have one due next class you know” he said knowing how she lack of attention when he mention important things in class.
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