Alair opened the door eagerly and rained a happy smiled down at her short companion. Sarah Millstrup, a not-so-bright but average student in her latin class. She regularly came for private lessons during the weekends.
"Oh Sarah, sorry to keep you waiting! Come right in," Alair chirped in a far too enthusiastic manner.
Sarah went ahead and sat in the small room that was her teacher's both bedroom and study. An electrifying pulse ran through her, freezing Alair as her pupil passed her.
A powerful suggestion broke her reverie, "Sarah is lonely. Sarah has not had any contact with boys her age since she was seven. She needs comfort and release only I can give; I must make her understand,"
Sarah flattened out her uniform skirt as her teacher joined her at a long desk.
"Alright Sarah, what is it you wanted to work on?"
"I'm having trouble remembering all the irregular conjugations..." she spoke weakly, "I always get them mixed up in my head,"
It was the same problem, as always. Alair nodded pensively and spoke, "I think I know what your problem is,"
"You do? What is it?" she asked hopefully
"Yes, you're much too tense. I think you can't concentrate. That's your problem. You need someone to loosen you up, and I'm afraid there aren't many people here that would be inclined to do that, Sarah," Alair spoke with pure confidence, which destroyed any of the strange doubts in Sarah's mind. Miss Mockwell hadn't failed her once.
"But you can help me right? Please Miss Mockwell! I can't fail latin!"
"I'd love to help," Alair gave the most saucy smile she could muster. Sarah found herself blushing furiously.
"Huh?" was the only thought running through Sarah's mind, "Why am I blushing?"
Alair had similar thoughts, "What am I doing?" but they were quickly squelched by a strong scent that suddenly began to rise in the air. What was that smell? It was like perfume... but on a different scale altogether. Where was it coming from? Sarah? Sarah...
A painful pulse urged Alair to comply with a foreign will in her body. Alair leaned forward and eyed her student lovingly, earning a slight stutter of confusion and a rapidly redding face. |