adirtysecret
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OOC: Until the first scene is complete, this thread is closed for myself and Lizzbeth. However, I would like to expand the thread to include other characters once the story is established. I will leave some openings for other characters in the background. If you like what you read, and have some ideas for new characters and scenes to expand the story after the opening chapter, please pm me.
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Daniel tapped the end of his pen with his finger and watched the clock. The classroom, on the first floor of the prestigious Catholic School he attended, was quiet except for the ticking of the clock, the scratch of pens on paper, and the clicking of his teacher's heels on the wooden floorboards as she paced the room. The tense quiet was understandable, given that the whole class was desperately putting the final touches to an assignment that would make up a significant proportion of their final grade. However, Daniel was tense for another reason, and the anticipation was more of a thrill than something stressful. He peeled back the pages of his assignment and checked that the printed photo pages were properly attached. Then he looked up to check that the teacher wasn't watching.
Mrs Cheswick had her back to him in that moment and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the black kneelength skirt of her fitted suit and the way it tugged snugly around her rear, and down towards her shapely legs (bare on this warm May day) as she strode around the room, surveying her students with an eagle eye. His English teacher was one of the youngest members of staff, and he estimated she was still in her early thirties. Yet she had a precise and forceful manner in her voice, attitude and her dress. Students didn't get out of line with Mrs Cheswick, and you could be sure that if she said something she would follow through with it. She wore glasses, and her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, but there was no hiding the way her slim body swelled that jacket and blouse out in the right places. Daniel couldn't help twitching up one corner of his mouth as he remembered the previous Friday night...
... He was still thinking about it when the bell rang to signal the end of the day. Mrs Chaswick stood at the front of the desk and gave some quick instructions. Along with all the others Daniel gathered up his paper and stapled it all together. Then he hung back as the class filed out and dropped their work into a box on her desk. He knew that he wanted to be the last out, and his work to be on the top of the pile. He made a show of dropping his pencil case and looking under the tables for his things. He could see Mrs Chaswick's ankles and feet under her desk. 'Just wait...' he muttered to himself.
It was just the two of them in the room as he pretended to rush and look flustered. "Goodnight Miss." he said as he dropped the paper into the box and left the room. The corridor was already clearing and he lingered, finding an angle at which he could just look through the small window in the door and observe his teacher at her desk.
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Daniel tapped the end of his pen with his finger and watched the clock. The classroom, on the first floor of the prestigious Catholic School he attended, was quiet except for the ticking of the clock, the scratch of pens on paper, and the clicking of his teacher's heels on the wooden floorboards as she paced the room. The tense quiet was understandable, given that the whole class was desperately putting the final touches to an assignment that would make up a significant proportion of their final grade. However, Daniel was tense for another reason, and the anticipation was more of a thrill than something stressful. He peeled back the pages of his assignment and checked that the printed photo pages were properly attached. Then he looked up to check that the teacher wasn't watching.
Mrs Cheswick had her back to him in that moment and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the black kneelength skirt of her fitted suit and the way it tugged snugly around her rear, and down towards her shapely legs (bare on this warm May day) as she strode around the room, surveying her students with an eagle eye. His English teacher was one of the youngest members of staff, and he estimated she was still in her early thirties. Yet she had a precise and forceful manner in her voice, attitude and her dress. Students didn't get out of line with Mrs Cheswick, and you could be sure that if she said something she would follow through with it. She wore glasses, and her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, but there was no hiding the way her slim body swelled that jacket and blouse out in the right places. Daniel couldn't help twitching up one corner of his mouth as he remembered the previous Friday night...
... He was still thinking about it when the bell rang to signal the end of the day. Mrs Chaswick stood at the front of the desk and gave some quick instructions. Along with all the others Daniel gathered up his paper and stapled it all together. Then he hung back as the class filed out and dropped their work into a box on her desk. He knew that he wanted to be the last out, and his work to be on the top of the pile. He made a show of dropping his pencil case and looking under the tables for his things. He could see Mrs Chaswick's ankles and feet under her desk. 'Just wait...' he muttered to himself.
It was just the two of them in the room as he pretended to rush and look flustered. "Goodnight Miss." he said as he dropped the paper into the box and left the room. The corridor was already clearing and he lingered, finding an angle at which he could just look through the small window in the door and observe his teacher at her desk.
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