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Saturday had come and gone with Artemis and Eponine spending the day together in his office talking more than anything after their first sexual rendezvous. Parting was hard for him but he knew if they didn't keep their secret as locked down as possible he could get in serious trouble. They had agreed to meet up again Sunday, this time at his home so they could have a bit more privacy.

He lived not far from campus but it was along back roads and seemingly long-forgotten country ways. He owned what used to be a ranch, his parents had owned it before him and theirs before the two of them. The lineage from this place could be traced back several generations. Since he owned more than one hundred acres and a ranch-style home that spanned almost three thousand square feet he was not lacking space. The fenced off paddocks and the huge barn in the back were all empty since he had long-since buried the last old mare that had lived on the farm several years back. Mowing was a bitch and a half.

Almost before the first rays of the sun had crested the horizon he had been up and cooking breakfast. Eponine, as he had instructed, opened the door with a key he had given her and walked into the house since she was a more-than-welcome guest. When she smelled the food cooking she walked into the kitchen licking her lips. He smiled at the surprised look on her face when she walked in to find him completely naked. "I don't usually have visitors, it's a habit."

She was wearing a light blue tank top and a black skirt that ended mid-thigh. Her hair was neatly combed and though he was sure that she had just woken up she was still just as radiant in the morning as she was in his class during the afternoons.

"Don't worry about it." She let her eyes wander up and down his body for a moment and grinned broadly. "You know, I would have never pegged myself as finding humans attractive but you're really handsome."

"Me? Please, you jest." He chuckled lightly and fiddled with the pancakes he had been cooking. In the pan next to them were a few fresh eggs and a bit of cheese and next to that he was cooking a few pieces of smoked sausage. "Hungry?"

"Starving, I didn't get a chance to eat last night because we left so late and I didn't bother stopping this morning because I was in a hurry to get here." She sat down at the table and dropped her chin into her palm. "Can I help with anything?"

"Nah, you just set your shapely ass down in that seat and be eye candy for me while I finish. You're just in time." With a deft motion he flipped two pancakes over in the pan and caught them both. With a big grin he put the food onto a few plates and dished it out on the table. "Go ahead and start while I put on some pants at least."

"Why bother?" She giggled through a bite of eggs and sausage.

"You make an excellent point." Without bothering to get dressed he sat down in the cold wooden chair and started his breakfast.

They both ate wordlessly until the end when she took the syrup he had laid out on the table and soaked her pancake with it. As she eyed the first bite she looked over at him. "So you cook too, and well. Anything else you can do that I should be aware of?"

"Well you know I do this thing with my tongue that is to die for." He ate significantly faster than she did so he was done by the time she was half through with her own pancake. Her arched eyebrow was enough to make him laugh lightly. "Well besides philosophy I am also fairly handy with pencils and a paint-and-canvas. I repair computers on the side sometimes depending on the situation. I'm also working on a novel that I've been writing for several years now, I can never seem to complete it."

"Wow, you have a lot going on." She said around her last bite and a swallow of milk. "Can I see some of your paintings?"

"Sure, let me get the dishes." He said as he began to rise.

"No, let me get them. You can go put your pants on now before I start craving 'sausage' again." His snort of amusement caused her to giggle as she stacked the plates up and headed for the sink.

Ever the jeans and t-shirt kind of guy he left the room and returned in just that. A white shirt and a pair of blue jeans, white socks and his low-topped sneakers. By the time he returned she was done and snooping around the house looking at the various pictures and decorations around the house. His living room had tan carpet and white walls, an antique wooden coffee table and a light blue couch with an entertainment stand his father had built out of old railroad wood and refinished. It was decorated in a neo-gothic manner with gargoyles and stone dragons on the walls with one of his own paintings over the mantle in the corner of the room. It was a painting of Valmagne Abbey in paris. "I painted that one."

"Wow, it's incredible. Is that from a church?" She said as she inspected the detail like someone with an eye for appraisals.

"Yeah, my father took me there once a long time ago, it's called Valmagne Abbey. It was founded in 1139 by a man named Raymond Trencavel. It was dedicated to the Virgin Mary and given to Benedictine monks. The abbey joined the Cistercian order two decades later. It was burned and sacked during the french revolution and later sold to a private citizen who turned it into a wine cellar, the barrels are still in the abbey to this day." He turned to her after looking at the painting for a moment and beheld an astounded look. "Sorry, forgot to mention I am sort of a history buff too."

"Your brain is so sexy." She said in a sultry tone and stuck her tongue out at him. "Intelligence turns me on."

"Really now?" He smiled and stepped closer to her putting his arm around her waist and leaning forward to kiss the soft fur at her neck. Her moan of reply was all he needed. Wrapping his hands around her torso he traced his fingers upward toward her ample breasts, his hands kneaded them gently and he continued to rain small kisses down on her neck unabatedly. Her mouth and body were both responding as she pressed her ass into his crotch and grind her hips against him hard. He spared one hand, his left, to trace up her chin and to her mouth and she eagerly accepted two of the digits, suckling them as if they were a treat.

Slowly he trailed his fingers down the soft blue fabric and across her miniskirt. When he reached the end of it he slid his fingers inside and drew a line up her thigh toward the waiting warmth he knew was there. Instinctively she put a hand on his wrist and gave a bit of resistance, but not much. His hand made its way upward and came to rest on her unclad opening. She definitely was not wearing any panties, the wet and warm sensation he got was a testament to that. His cock was pressing almost painfully against her ass through his jeans and he dry humped her rear slowly all the while using his fingers to fuck her face and rub her womanhood gently. He dare not insert without looking, he'd never been with a virgin before so he was afraid of hurting her.

For a long time she was content with letting him rub her softness and put his saliva-engrossed fingertips back on her left breast again. She suddenly turned around and kissed him full on while she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to let him free. Once the offending pants were on the floor he let her take his shirt off and did the same with her tank top. His hands cupped her ass and he pulled her up into his arms, feeling her legs and thighs envelop him to replace his discarded garments.

Her voice was a whisper against his ear, barely perceptible. "I'm scared."

"It's alright, you don't have to be scared and we don't have to go any farther than you want to go." He used his best convincing voice on her though on the inside he wanted to ravage her and fuck her until she couldn't move anymore. As he got older it became easier to control himself, though in his younger years he didn't care who he fucked, or how willing they were, as long as he got to fuck it.

"Oh god you're just like I imagined you'd be." She said as she pulled back from him to look at his exposed body for a second while still propped up in his arms then leaned forward to kiss him full on the lips. She kept this kiss going and to his surprise she reached back and stroked his rock-hard member with her fingers carefully. "I'd like my first time to be in a bed, maybe with candles and some nice music."

Having already taken care of what he considered to be the preliminaries of what she would like he carried her into the room and set her down on the long bed with the plush sheets. His room was decidedly plain but he liked it that way, the only thing on the walls was a painting of a nearby forest during mid day with a single sun beam shining down through a thick canopy. The rest of the room including the bed, dresser, and closet doors were all white. On the old oak dresser he had placed a series of candles and a CD player loaded with slow, deeply vocalized songs he had picked out himself. He lit the candles quickly, he was barely able to contain himself, it felt as if he was going to jump out of his skin to get inside of her. He had to keep reminding himself that she was a virgin and her first experience had to be a good one as far as he was concerned.

"Okay, color me impressed." She said as she watched him light the candles with what looked like a butane torch used for cooking. No matter.

Once he was complete he walked over to the bed and crawled onto it all the while she was retreating toward the pillows with a grin on her face, he loved the way she smiled. With her white fur and her deep blue eyes, the short muzzle and her delicate frame she was as sexual as she was beautiful if not more. He could see her petite body quivering as he pulled the miniskirt down her thighs and pitched it across the room. Rising up he pressed his body against hers and kissed her softly letting his throbbing cock rub against the lips of her virginity. The kisses began anew as he worked his way slowly across her neck, chest, and then her stomach. Each kiss brought him closer to the prize and each one made him all the more excited. It was all he could do to keep from taking her. For a moment he stared at her pussy and licked his lips. "You're so beautiful."

"Don't stare, you're embarassing me." She piped in while covering her mouth with one hand and arching the other arm above her head.

"You like it when I look at you don't you?" He said through a grin as he lowered his head down and ran his nose and lips across her slit taking in her taste and smell slowly. He knew she was at least slightly voyeuristic from her reactions. Not waiting for a reply he spread her open slightly and ran his tongue up and down the already-dripping womanhood before him. She was more than ready for him. He spread her open just a little more and listened to her groan and grind her hips under the attention. The view of her unbroken hymen was beautiful to him, and without further delay he suckled on her clit for just a moment then positioned himself between her legs and lowered himself slowly toward her tight little opening. Almost instantly he felt the warm wetness between her legs and groaned.

She grabbed his hips with her hands and locked him in place, her eyes staring deeply into his for a moment. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you." He replied in a qualitative tone. His voice barely a whisper against her ear. The resulting groan and the fact that she moved her hands upward caressing his sides with her light touch signified that she was ready. Ever so slowly he pushed the head of his cock into her. Each inch sunk deeper inside until he felt the resistance and penetrated it with a swift thrust. He heard her suck in a breath then let out a sigh of relief, apparently not every woman's first time was the same. "You okay?"

"Surprisingly yes, it just feels a little weird." Her body was still quivering gently underneath him.

"Okay." His voice was deep and resonating, he felt her muscles twitch lightly so he leaned in closer and began to whisper into her ear as he pulled himself out of her then sunk back in a bit faster than before. He felt her hands slide down to his ass and urge him on, a little faster. Her body writhed and undulated in an almost rippling manner as he continued to whisper sweet little things to her in the deepest voice he could manage without cracking. She was tight, all virgins were but for some reason she was extra tight but her wetness compensated, he was sliding into her so easily. His hips thrust faster and he moaned for a change of pace, she felt so good it was all he could do to keep from coming prematurely. "God you're so tight."

Her only reply was a grunt and a thrust of her hips while she threw her arms out to her sides and gripped the comforter below her. She liked the dirty talk also it seemed. He could feel his balls, still bulging from so much disuse slapping against her ass with each thrust, as an afterthought he rolled backward and grabbed her body as he went pulling her upward and onto him in a riding position. She obliged without any coaxing and while on her knees bounced her ass against his crotch. Her arms rose up above her head and she cried out as he reached up and pinched her nipples gently. Her ass was so supple against him, each time she lowered it down she seemed to be picking up speed and before he knew it she collapsed on top of him and whimpered.

"I can't, I can't anymore." She pleaded with him.

"I'm not through yet." He took her hips into his hands and pulled his feet in, using his legs to thrust his hips upward toward her spasming little muscles. Her reaction was a raw scream of rapture as she lay limp on his chest and panted. He was going so fast, he wanted to release so bad. "Oh god I'm gonna come!"

"NOT INSIDE!" She yelled at him suddenly, her eyes widening in sudden realization of her current situation. He watched her fly off of him and turn herself around so she could take him all into her mouth and suck him dry like before. He had already started before she could put her mouth on it so a spurt hit her hair and cheek but the rest she quickly suckled out of him and swallowed greedily. "Oh god, I'm sorry I should have made you wear a condom."

"It's alright, I thought you would be on birth control." He said softly then realized this wasn't a good after-sex topic. With a smile he pulled her toward him and kissed her nose. "It's alright, don't worry."

"Okay." Her smile was genuine as she settled down into his arms and nuzzled against him.

It felt good to have sex again even though he felt his sick desires welling up inside his chest. He wanted her again and again. He wanted to fuck her face, to taste her pleasures, to have her ass, her hands, everything and anything he could get from her. Quelling his desire with a single finger traced across her side and rump he attempted to continue controlling himself lest he scare her off.

"That tickles!" She cried out with a giggle. He responded by continuing to tickle her gently even through her batting hands and squirming. The smile on his face was the first real one in a long time. She had apparently felt the familiar stirring between her legs and her eyes went wide. "You're ready again already?!"

"What can I say?" He shrugged slightly through curled up lips and lots of teeth. "You're smoking hot."

"Lets see what we can do about that."

"Lets." Without seeking permission he flipped her over onto her stomach and reached into the night stand by the bed, pulling out a magnum condom. He opened the package and put it over his member quickly, startlingly quick. Without further prompting he slid the covered offender inside of her wet vagina yet again, this time from behind with his hips pressed against her ass. She was still twitching and very warm with flowing juices.

As an after thought he grabbed her arms and moved them above her head holding her by the wrists as he moved his hips back and forth penetrating her as deeply as he could manage. This position gave his dick more overage, the head rubbed teasingly against her velvety folds and she angled her ass upward to enable him to go deeper within. He knew he would climax quicker in this position but he didn't care, he wanted her, all of her. His pushing continued at a fast pace and he felt her body quivering yet again as her hot little hole grasped and pulled against the intrusion.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna!" She cried out as she grunted hard and collapsed beneath him.

Still holding her down and now kissing her neck gently he felt himself getting ever closer and a soft spray of warm fluid hit his balls, it was strange at first, he had never known a woman who came with an external display. He found it arousing. Her body was like one big frisson with all the shaking she was doing. As suddenly as he started he felt himself release another torrent of hot cream.

"Oh my, you sure have been pent up." She said though a laugh as she rolled him over forcibly and stretched herself out. Her face pent up in a bit of a pained expression. "Man am I going to be sore tomorrow or what?"

"Sorry." He said through a sheepish grin. He didn't bother indicating anything else to her, he was sure she would figure it out sooner or later. After a moment he heard her gasp.

"You're still hard? What the hell are you, some kind of camel?" She giggled and touched the head of his cock through the condom that was still on it. "You're kidding right? You're still horny? You're going to break me!"

"Sorry, it'll go down on its on eventually." He shrugged and put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. "You're good, damn good, and definitely quite sexy."

"Thank you." She stood up and bent over, displaying her ass and womanly parts for him without thinking. She looked back at his twitching penis and blushed lightly. "Sorry, I forgot."

He shrugged and stood up, discarding the condom in the trash next to the bed leaving his messy member hanging out for all to see. "I think I need a shower, what do you think?"

"At this stage of our relationship? You sure do move fast." She winked at his expression, which caused him to chuckle.

"Good one, its this way." He lead her out of the master bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. Deocorated in an ocean motif it was almost as plain as his bedroom. A painting would not have done well in the moisture-immersed bathroom, so this one was without a painting. He opened the blue shower curtain that had a transparent strip of plastic at about eye-level and started a warm spray of water. "Ladies first?"

"You just want to look at my ass." She replied.

"In all honesty I'd like to do more than just look at it." As she passed he slapped her ass playfully and was rewarded with a little squeal of protest. Once they were both in the spacious shower he put his arms around her waist and set his chin down on her shoulder, kissing her neck gently. The proximity of his self-thinking salami to her ass made him grow a little bigger but he fought to keep it down mentally.

"Okay, I have to tell you that I think anal sex is just weird." It was obvious that she could feel his boner, he felt silly just for thinking she wouldn't.

"I can't help myself, it's a sickness." His voice was light in tone but he knew it was partly true, he could never get enough sex to satisfy himself. If given the chance he would have sex until he hurt himself, it had happened before. "So what do I have to do for that?"

"That sacred hole? Well for starters I don't think that big sausage you carry in your pants will fit." She laughed lightly and turned around to look at his naked body. Her gaze went up and down him on the verge of hunger, somewhere closer to amusement though.

"Aw come on, you have to try it at least once."

"I'll think about it." She shook her head and whistled low. "Okay, you have excellent stamina to be able to get it up so soon after we just had sex."

He sprayed a good amount of shampoo in his hands and lathered it good before motioning for her to turn around by pointing at the floor of the shower and spinning his hand around. Once she had her back turned to him he used his bubbly hands to massage her scalp. Her hair was fine and well cared for, he loved the way it felt on his fingers as he ran them down the long mane and then pulled them out to do it over again. She had her hands positioned on the walls at the corner and her eyes were closed, she was enjoying the attention. Once she was sufficiently shampooed he dipped her head back into the water and rinsed it all out as best he could. Her smile showed the appreciation she felt but he wasn't done, by the time she had rubbed her eyes and opened them he had a purple 'poof' laden with fur-friendly body wash.

Once again she submitted to his attentions and raised her hands high above her head. He started high, making his way down her arms and across her armpits. She flinched a little, so she definitely was ticklish, he'd have to use that later. Once he was past that he brushed it across the well-chiseled features of her torso, once her shirt was off he could appreciate the definition of her muscles, the tone of her body. She was in shape, clearly so, and her ample breasts were there out in the open. He tried not to touch them but ended up washing them anyway, using his soapy fingers to scrub her nipples lightly. So as not to linger he worked his way back down her sides and across her thighs. He traveled downward across her legs, making sure to scrub her feet well then traveled upward toward her naughty places. He was careful not to touch the body wash to her womanhood, he knew that most women were sensitive to certain types of substances so he had bought a bar of unscented soap just for her. Once he was done with her thighs he spun her around with his hands and let the water cleanse her.

The definition of her back was just as impressive as her stomach and chest, with her arms at her side the muscles beneath the flesh weren't flexed but he knew they were there. Ditching the offending ball of soap he used his hands to massage her shoulders and back slowly, he had purposefully taken a few classes on this sort of thing. He had a friend that was a masseuse, she was both talented and limber. He shivered once and continued down her back and across her buttocks. Once he was there he recharged the soap on his hands and plunged his hand between the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh, goodness that's a bit abnormal but go ahead." She said in a soft tone.

He smiled in reply and arched his arms around her waist again. Once his hands were clean he soaped them yet again and ran his fingers and palm against the outside of her pussy. When he got a moan in return, an unexpected one, his cock shot up like a steel beam and she yelped from the sudden intrusion between the cheeks of her butt. He hadn't penetrated her but he had come close. With a wry smile he rinsed off her front, backside, and his hands then shrugged in response to the look on her face. "Sorry, I didn't plan it that way, you just moaned."

"That's all it takes?" She laughed and eyeballed him for a moment. "Wow, you are pent up. I suppose I have to take care of that again?"

"I have something to tell you, it's nothing bad mind you." He began washing himself while she watched, the feeling made it hard for him to reduce the size of his manhood. "I'm a bit of a sexual deviant."

"Deviant? God don't tell me you're into something weird." She gave him an odd look as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a nearby towel to begin drying herself off.

As she bent over he shivered slightly and turned off the water following in suit. It took a moment for him to continue even though he felt like it wasn't that big of a deal. "Nothing gross just so you know. First off, I've always had a thing for furs like yourself. I've participated in swinging, bdsm, and a few other nameless things. Listen I know this is a lot to digest but I'd rather tell you now than have you discover it on your own."

"Hey, calm down it's alright. I admire your honestly really, and I appreciate the fact you want me to know about it. You can tell me all about it today when you show me around the place." She flashed him a beautiful smile and sauntered out into the hallway as nude as can be. His eyes never left the sway of her ass and it took all he could do not to sprout instantly.

"Thank you." He said to no one in particular as he clenched his fists tight and grinned broadly holding his arms up in some form of generic praise. "I don't know what I did to deserve this but it's about time." He raised his voice slightly as he followed her out of the room to get dressed himself. "So what do you want to see, it's just an old ranch."

"I've always been a city girl, I've never been on a ranch before but honestly it looks a little barren." She turned toward him as she began dressing and fixed him with an inquisitive gaze. "I'd think there would be more animals around his place."

"There were when my parents owned it. Cows, chickens, horses, and all that." He paused a moment to watch her dress and bit his lip to keep himself from asking for more so soon. With a bit of effort he finally began dressing and continued. "When they died I couldn't keep up with it all by myself so I sold most of the livestock off save a few of the older animals I kept around more for sentimental reasons. There's no way I could have kept up with all the animals we had. As a matter of fact I was thinking of selling off some of the land too, mowing is impossible."

"Good point. Not destined to wear flannel and shovel unmentionables huh?" She grinned impishly at her little joke and looked out the bedroom window. "I want to see the barn too, never been in one of those."

"Oh, looking for another tustle in the hay huh?"

**

Class, as always, kept his mind off of sex until a certain period during the day. Mostly he kept himself behind the desk when he felt he couldn't contain himself or sat down in a chair before the class. This of course would be viewed as strange for someone who walked the floor of the room frequently but he'd rather look as if he weren't feeling well than to embarrass himself by 'pitching a tent' so-to-speak. Monday was always the hardest because anticipation of the weekend was the hardest to surmount. The day progressed as usual until the end of class. Sasha, the not-so-bright student that had attempted to blackmail Eponine, didn't move to pack up her belongings after class. Silently he motioned for Eponine to leave as not to draw attention to their after class sessions. Once everyone had cleared the room Sasha, still wearing her smile, stood up and approached the desk with her bag in her hands. "What can I do for you Sasha?"

"Money, lots of it." She said simply with a confident look on her face.

"That's what jobs are for my dear."

"You know what I mean, don't act stupid." She pulled a chair from beside his desk up and sat down in front of him putting her elbows on the table. In her outfit it was all she could do to not spill out of the top of the spaghetti-strapped blouse. She had large tits, bigger than Eponine's but that didn't matter to him. Hers were good enough. Still he couldn't help but glance which made her smile all the more. "You like? I'll even throw in a bonus and sleep with you just like she does."

"Who does?" He did well to hide his building surprise and keep his face neutral. From the start she gave he knew he was doing a good job. "I have a lot of work to do so if you have something to say just spit it out Sasha."

"I know you fucked the little mare." She grinned triumphantly for a moment until he started laughing. "What?"

"You're kidding right?" He wiped a fake tear from his eye and slapped a hand down on the desk feigning humor quite well. After a bout of laughing he gathered himself up and snickered a few times at her as she huffed and waited for him to finish. "You're serious? Hah! Okay then Sasha, please share with me what you know."

"I know something's going on here." Sasha retorted angrily and stood. She gathered her backpack and turned toward the door without another word. "I'm going to prove it."

"Sasha." He said simply, his voice suddenly flat but cold. She stopped and turned toward him with a look of surprise on her face. He didn't wait for a reply but stared into her eyes for a moment silently. "I don't take kindly to false accusations. I protected you from Gerald as much as I did Sasha, don't make me regret that decision. You're a nice girl and you have so much potential, more than anyone in your life gives you credit for. Julius doesn't care about you and nether do his flunkies."

"How do you know about all that? How do you, a school teacher, outrank Julius? He's in charge of this town and five towns around it. You don't get more powerful than that." She glared at him for a moment but realized she may be overstepping her bounds if he was indeed higher than her leader.

"Come here Sasha, sit down." He motioned toward the chair across from the desk and sighed. "I've been where you are you know, on the other side of the chair with a teacher staring me down. I've thought the same things going through your mind right now. What the hell do I know about your life?"

"Sasha, everyone does things they're not proud of in their life time. Luckily for me my mistakes were wiped clean when I turned eighteen. Before you think you have something on me it's public knowledge for those who know where to look. The dean in particular is an expert on my shady past and he trusts me implicitly with his students regardless." Having covered all bases he paused for a moment to let that sink in. "You're never going to be anything more than a minor player in that circle, I know how it works. Whatever they have on you isn't worth throwing your future away for."

"You can't say that, you don't know a damn thing." She growled through her teeth making the words sound more feral than intelligible.

"I don't? Your sister is in the hospital, it's curable. Your family is poor so you can't afford the bills, I know that too. Yet somehow they get paid." The look on her face didn't surprise him any. "I know how you're making the money and Sasha I don't like it. You may feel like you don't have a way out but I think you do."

"Fine then, what's your miracle solution?" She said skeptically as she crossed her arms over her ample bouxioum and turned her face away from him with a swirl of hair.

"It's not a get rich quick scheme or a miracle solution but the campus is going to have a job opening in the medlab soon, one of the students is graduating and moving away. The job pays $15 an hour five days a week for four hours a night with overtime available if you want to take it." Once again he used his most effective dramatic pause to let the information stop between her ears. "I can get you into that job if you want it."

"If you know these people so well you know they won't let me leave." She said in a small voice, sounding quite dejected.

"It's already taken care of." Her surprised look made him smile. She looked as if she wanted to protest but she shut her mouth and sat back in the chair her eyes never leaving his. "How did you know, I mean how could you know that I'd accept?"

"I didn't, but I hoped you would. So does this mean you'll take it?" He smiled and put a hand on her shoulder from across the desk. "Sasha, everyone deserves a chance in life. Don't cut yours off before you have a chance to screw it up yourself."

She giggled softly and shook her head trying to fight back tears obviously. Sasha took a moment to compose herself and then looked back at him. It was the first time he had ever seen her genuinely smile. "Why would you do this for someone that not only tried to blackmail a fellow student but tried to blackmail you too?"

"You seem like a good kid Sasha, you remind me of my sister, or how she would have been." He sat back down across the desk and folded his hands on the calendar place mat every teacher had on their desk.

"Thank you." She said softly as she stood up and looked over to the door. "I promise on my grandmother's soul your secret is safe with me. Can I ask you something though?"

"Sure, anything."

"How do you do it? Everyone that knows you loves you, they have nothing but good things to say about you. Even Julius, even though he cursed you for an hour he honored your request and said you had a good reason for it if you did it." Sasha said softly still smiling a bit. "Even me, I wanted to hate you so bad. Your brains, your smile, everything."

"Charisma and honesty my dear Sasha." He replied with a mini bow.

"Do you love her?" Sasha asked after a moment of silence, a look coming across her features for a moment. Regret? He couldn't identify it at first glance.

"You know the answer to that."