CuteLittleWeasel
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2012
- Location
- Europe
Lilly could still hardly believe it, even though it was true. She was actually teaching, and not just that, she was teaching at a college. Who would have guessed that from her past? She certainly hadn't! She was one of the youngest, if not the youngest, teachers on staff and quite an appearance on campus between her long red hair, big blue eyes, creamy skin with just a dusting of freckles and her figure.
There was a reason why suddenly so many boys were following a course on Shakespearian literature. No, she wasn't a stick thin model, but with a fit body, an ample bosom, trim waist and wide hips, she did make many a heart go a-pitter-patter, especially in her pencil skirts and high heels.
To be honest, she did like the attention, it was just too bad that she could never do anything about it. She'd get fired and she loved her job. She loved being able to talk about Shakespeare and maybe inspire a few students while showing that he really wasn't that dull and boring.
That, and she had her own office. Sure, it was small and in the basement and sorely lacking in little things like windows, but it was an office that she didn't have to share. Maybe she could get a bigger one with a window when she'd worked as a teacher for a little while longer.
Maybe.
Her door was open, at the moment, a signal for students that if they needed to see her for something, they could walk in. Lilly, in the meanwhile, was reading through an article, occasionally attacking it with a marker.
There was a reason why suddenly so many boys were following a course on Shakespearian literature. No, she wasn't a stick thin model, but with a fit body, an ample bosom, trim waist and wide hips, she did make many a heart go a-pitter-patter, especially in her pencil skirts and high heels.
To be honest, she did like the attention, it was just too bad that she could never do anything about it. She'd get fired and she loved her job. She loved being able to talk about Shakespeare and maybe inspire a few students while showing that he really wasn't that dull and boring.
That, and she had her own office. Sure, it was small and in the basement and sorely lacking in little things like windows, but it was an office that she didn't have to share. Maybe she could get a bigger one with a window when she'd worked as a teacher for a little while longer.
Maybe.
Her door was open, at the moment, a signal for students that if they needed to see her for something, they could walk in. Lilly, in the meanwhile, was reading through an article, occasionally attacking it with a marker.