Mr. Tantrick sticks his head into the classroom. "Maria?"
She looks up from desk, a little nervous at the intrusion. "Yes sir?"
"As soon as your class lets out please stop by my office, I'd like to talk to you about some of your recent schoolwork."
"Yes Mr. Tantrick," Maria replies, swallowing. Oh my god, she thinks to herself, what did I do now?
Class lets out about 15 minutes later and Maria walks down the hall to Mr. Tantrick's office at the end of the corridor. The whole way she goes over the last couple of weeks of school in her head.
Could it be the paper I turned in late last week? No, it can't be that the teacher gave me special dispensation.
Maria mumbled out loud, "Maybe it's about my being caught napping in the library yesterday...I hardly think so, everybody does it."
Totally fearful by now, she stands outside the office door. Finally mustering up her courage, she knocks on the door. She hears his voice.
"Come in please."
She enters his office looks around but doesn't see him immediately. Maria starts to walk to the chair at his desk, but her eye is caught by a photo on the wall. Is that erotic art? As she gets a little closer she notices that it is a young girl bound with scarves kneeling at the feet of a soldier. A flush comes over her face.
Oh my God! Mr. Tantrick is...um...unusual.
Maria was a tall attractive girl with an easy smile. Long legs, bright eyes and a figure that caused men to turn around and watch her walk down the halls at school. She was the captain of the swim team and had the finely tuned body of an athlete. Mr. Tantrick had been watching her for a long time and this was the first opportunity he had to spend some time with her.
Mr. Tantrick clears his throat making her jump. Maria she spins around blushing and looks at him. Up close, she took note of his strong features. An older gentleman, he took good care of himself. He was a tall, fit, and an attractive man. She probably wouldn't mind if he made a pass at her. Looking at him Maria thought that he had that Richard Gere look. His hair is salt and pepper, but it was still full and healthy. Continuing her inspection she notices that he is attractive in a dangerous sort of way, the kind who is sure of himself and carries himself well. His eyes seem to look right into her, setting off a little alarm at the back of her consciousness. I'll bet the female teachers can't get enough of him. Maria flinched at the thought. What the hell are you doing? You've never thought like that before!
Mr. Tantrick smiles at her. "Please sit down Maria, we have several things to cover."
Seating himself behind the desk, the counselor leans forward and intently watches her cross the room to the chair. Maria thought she could have been mistaken, but did she see a gleam in his eyes?
Sitting down in the chair she notices that her short skirt is showing her legs to their best advantage. Feeling a little self-conscious, Maria thinks: If I'd known I was going to be called in here today I would have worn something a little less revealing.
Mr. Tantrick watched her fidgeting, his eyes drawn to her legs and then to admire the rest of her outfit. She dresses very well for a college girl. You don't see a lot of Donna Karan on college girls these days. He admires the fit of her clothing noticing that she has dressed impeccably. Legs showing, just enough cleavage to draw the eye, and colors that set her eyes off. Feeling a little nervous and more than a little confused, she pulls at the hem and folds her hands in her lap. After a few moments of awkward silence, Maria tries to break the ice.
"Well Mr. Tantrick, what do you need to see me about?" She manages to choke out.
