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Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 10, 2010
Richard Dane strode purposely through the halls of St. Mary on the Hill Highschool. Richard carried himself with a swagger, a walk that was smooth and confident. Even in his late thirties, he kept himself in good shape with regular work outs. He may have crow's feet around his eyes and laugh lines at his smile, but otherwise his skin was still firm and young, just like the rest of him. His blue eyes moved back and forth, surveying his surroundings like a predatory cat. His dark hair was trimmed neatly and his Italian suit gave him a business man's professional bearing. Richard was an attorney, part magnetic personality and part calculating mind, he was one of the most successful trial attornies in the country. He could easily defend either a doctor in a malpractice case, a criminal, and anything in between.
Today he was nervous, because he was meeting his deliquent son's teacher, Sister Joanne Carlton. Her name had surprised him, normally Nuns were sister Mary something or other, and Richard suspected she was probably one of the "new nuns" who perfered street clothes to the Habit. He wondered about this teacher, whom his son had been so mercyless to. What was she like? Probably an iron fisted old matronly crone. He laughed as he pictured the witch from The Wizard of Oz in a Habit. He told himself thats probably what he would be dealing with.
He had been a Catholic School boy himself. He remembered well his fantasies about the young Nun who taught him English Composition and crossed himself asking forgiveness from his sin. He knew it was wrong but he had always thought of Nuns sexually, probably because they were forbidden. The Habit had always turned him on, despite the fact that the women who wore it were austere, wore no makeup, and were supposedly virgins. He knew this wasn't always so as the stories of girls getting knocked up on their way to the convent still circulated.
Richard was not the kind of man who liked being told "no," which of course almost never happened given his magnetism and charisma. He had his share of women throughout his life, including Josh's mother. She was now living in his Madison Avenue appartment and he was living over his office. He figured it a fair trade to be rid of the bitch. Richard was currently fucking his own assistant, Cherryl; his boss's assistant, Laura; and had several trists with his boss's wife, Stacey. Richard had never been turned down by a woman, something that had made him a bit arrogant and conceited.
His son's antics were becoming more disturbing. Josh was really getting out of hand, and despite Richard's firm discipline Josh continued to act out. When the school had called and demanded a meeting, Richard had relented. He cleared his afternoon schedule, which cost him more than money, and made room for a two hour meeting with Josh's teacher. He was hoping to find a serious and stern ally in the Nun, someone he could ask for help with his growing problem of a son who wanted to act out all the time.
He paused at the door, drawing in a deep breath and putting on his poker face before opening the door...
Today he was nervous, because he was meeting his deliquent son's teacher, Sister Joanne Carlton. Her name had surprised him, normally Nuns were sister Mary something or other, and Richard suspected she was probably one of the "new nuns" who perfered street clothes to the Habit. He wondered about this teacher, whom his son had been so mercyless to. What was she like? Probably an iron fisted old matronly crone. He laughed as he pictured the witch from The Wizard of Oz in a Habit. He told himself thats probably what he would be dealing with.
He had been a Catholic School boy himself. He remembered well his fantasies about the young Nun who taught him English Composition and crossed himself asking forgiveness from his sin. He knew it was wrong but he had always thought of Nuns sexually, probably because they were forbidden. The Habit had always turned him on, despite the fact that the women who wore it were austere, wore no makeup, and were supposedly virgins. He knew this wasn't always so as the stories of girls getting knocked up on their way to the convent still circulated.
Richard was not the kind of man who liked being told "no," which of course almost never happened given his magnetism and charisma. He had his share of women throughout his life, including Josh's mother. She was now living in his Madison Avenue appartment and he was living over his office. He figured it a fair trade to be rid of the bitch. Richard was currently fucking his own assistant, Cherryl; his boss's assistant, Laura; and had several trists with his boss's wife, Stacey. Richard had never been turned down by a woman, something that had made him a bit arrogant and conceited.
His son's antics were becoming more disturbing. Josh was really getting out of hand, and despite Richard's firm discipline Josh continued to act out. When the school had called and demanded a meeting, Richard had relented. He cleared his afternoon schedule, which cost him more than money, and made room for a two hour meeting with Josh's teacher. He was hoping to find a serious and stern ally in the Nun, someone he could ask for help with his growing problem of a son who wanted to act out all the time.
He paused at the door, drawing in a deep breath and putting on his poker face before opening the door...
