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Super-Earth
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- Jun 11, 2009
I had been quite busy all day. I had tonnes of marking to do and had taken quite some time to do it. Working this late had me tired and stressed which made it even more risky for me to be driving in this torrential downpour. I had almost lost track of the road twice due to deplorable visibility and the fact that the roads were a slippery as hell. With luck I would get home alive and be in bed by midnight.
As I pulled into his residential neighborhood, I almost hit a pedestrian who wandered aimlessly into the street, trying to cross it without looking, which cause me to swerve and hit the brakes. I vented on her with my horn for a second while trying to give her a dirty look.
When I saw who it was, I hit my brakes suddenly. It was Tracy Mills from both his math class and phys-ed class.
Tracy had been in my class two years in a row, and had developed quite a serious crush on me the prior year when I first met her. She had initially come to my class as a very awkward girl. She seemed to not wear her clothes well, she always hunched over, rather than standing up, she looked at the ground a lot and had difficulty with eye contact. I had suspected some serious home troubles, and had tried to be friendly to her, to help her out of her shell. Oddly I always saw that she was a very pretty girl. In fact, I thought that if she could develop some confidence and be willing to put some effort into her appearance she would actually get more attention from the guys than the girls who ostracized her got. The problem of course with taking such a professional interest in her, was that by giving her so much positive re-enforcement, I had caused her to develop a bit of a fixation on me. In fact that was putting it mildly. She had a serious full blown crush on me that all the students and faculty were aware of, and had made me a bit awkward around her. She always hung around after school to help me clean up the class, always found excuses to drop by and see me. She occasionally even gave me treats when she baked. It became a bit much and I felt I should try to discourage that. It was not that I didnât like her as a student, but I was her teacher and much older. When she addressed me as Rick I had to politely remind her that I was Mr. Anderson; The crushed look on her face was heartbreaking.
By the fall of the second year he had her, she had suddenly bloomed over the summer. She had changed her hair, started wearing better clothes (Friday was casual day so the students at St. Andrews did not have to wear their uniforms, and only had to wear presentable clothing which meant no jeans, cutoffs or halter topsâ¦etc), wore some make-up, and many other changes. When I first saw her I initially was breathless. Who is she and what did she do with Tracy? Her body which had initially just been skinny had developed into a sensuously lithe figure that would be suitable for modeling. My how things change. With the sudden attention she got from guys her fixation on me seemed to moderate itself, but it was still there. I also got the impression that she was still feeling awkward about guys, as he had heard one or two guys saying how she was a virgin prude cock-tease. I knew that in fact she was just reserved.
Faculty still joked about my number one fan and two of them had teased me by saying âHey, your admirer just celebrated her birthdayâ¦sheâs of legal ageâ. I sort of shrugged it off as a classless remark.
Now she was standing on the road, in a cold mid-march night with freezing cold pouring rain alone at a time of night that might not be entirely safe. She also appeared to be crying. I did not want to leave her out alone at this time of night, in this weather. I would drive her home and then make my own way home.
Backing up I pulled beside her, and opened the passenger doorâ¦âTracy? What are you doing out in this weather, alone in this dark area at this time of night. Get in before you freeze to death and I will drive you homeâ
As I pulled into his residential neighborhood, I almost hit a pedestrian who wandered aimlessly into the street, trying to cross it without looking, which cause me to swerve and hit the brakes. I vented on her with my horn for a second while trying to give her a dirty look.
When I saw who it was, I hit my brakes suddenly. It was Tracy Mills from both his math class and phys-ed class.
Tracy had been in my class two years in a row, and had developed quite a serious crush on me the prior year when I first met her. She had initially come to my class as a very awkward girl. She seemed to not wear her clothes well, she always hunched over, rather than standing up, she looked at the ground a lot and had difficulty with eye contact. I had suspected some serious home troubles, and had tried to be friendly to her, to help her out of her shell. Oddly I always saw that she was a very pretty girl. In fact, I thought that if she could develop some confidence and be willing to put some effort into her appearance she would actually get more attention from the guys than the girls who ostracized her got. The problem of course with taking such a professional interest in her, was that by giving her so much positive re-enforcement, I had caused her to develop a bit of a fixation on me. In fact that was putting it mildly. She had a serious full blown crush on me that all the students and faculty were aware of, and had made me a bit awkward around her. She always hung around after school to help me clean up the class, always found excuses to drop by and see me. She occasionally even gave me treats when she baked. It became a bit much and I felt I should try to discourage that. It was not that I didnât like her as a student, but I was her teacher and much older. When she addressed me as Rick I had to politely remind her that I was Mr. Anderson; The crushed look on her face was heartbreaking.
By the fall of the second year he had her, she had suddenly bloomed over the summer. She had changed her hair, started wearing better clothes (Friday was casual day so the students at St. Andrews did not have to wear their uniforms, and only had to wear presentable clothing which meant no jeans, cutoffs or halter topsâ¦etc), wore some make-up, and many other changes. When I first saw her I initially was breathless. Who is she and what did she do with Tracy? Her body which had initially just been skinny had developed into a sensuously lithe figure that would be suitable for modeling. My how things change. With the sudden attention she got from guys her fixation on me seemed to moderate itself, but it was still there. I also got the impression that she was still feeling awkward about guys, as he had heard one or two guys saying how she was a virgin prude cock-tease. I knew that in fact she was just reserved.
Faculty still joked about my number one fan and two of them had teased me by saying âHey, your admirer just celebrated her birthdayâ¦sheâs of legal ageâ. I sort of shrugged it off as a classless remark.
Now she was standing on the road, in a cold mid-march night with freezing cold pouring rain alone at a time of night that might not be entirely safe. She also appeared to be crying. I did not want to leave her out alone at this time of night, in this weather. I would drive her home and then make my own way home.
Backing up I pulled beside her, and opened the passenger doorâ¦âTracy? What are you doing out in this weather, alone in this dark area at this time of night. Get in before you freeze to death and I will drive you homeâ
