Welcome to Midland, a nice quaint mid-sized city in the heart of America. Housewives and blue collar workers, a few big buildings to gaze at, and the few opulent citizens make Midland the very picture of suburbia. The people of Midland are its greatest asset and today we will look in on 18 year old Naomi Tagama, a studious young woman with a very interesting story indeed...
"Damn it!" Exclaimed the young Asian girl as she slammed her books into the lunchroom table.
"What's your malfunction Omi?"
"Yeah what crawled up your ass?"
Gazing at her friends Daisy and Jenna respectively, Naomi almost couldn't resist the temptation to lash out and berate her friends for not taking her mini-tantrum seriously enough. Cooley she sat down as they giggled at their jokes and the furious face their petit Asian friend was making.
"Oh my god she's gonna blow up, look she's turning read like a volcano," said Jenna as she nudged Daisy in the arm with her elbow.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation Daisy ignored her amused friend and approached Naomi across the table with a sincere thought-felt question.
"Naomi babe what's wrong really, you look mad enough to burst a blood vessel."
"That ass hole Mr. Nobles refuses to round my grade up. I have an eighty-nine point five but he says that it's not in his policy to round and shit. I hate him! He's a pervert and I swear my grades rise and fall with what I wear in that damn class. He constantly stares at me. He's really fucking up my program, I have a perfect four point 0 and I'm not going to let him take it from me that easy, clearly he doesn't know who he's fucking with."
Astounded at the rolling exclamation laid upon them the two friends stared at Naomi perplexed until finally Jenna asked, "So what are you going to do? If it's not in his policy to round he doesn't have to Omi."
"Yeah sounds like you're S.O.L. babe," agreed Daisy.
"Yeah, I know, but I got two periods to figure this out I will not let that bastard ruin my graduation."
With that Naomi got up from the table and gathered her things and left the lunchroom to concoct a plan to get a rise out of Mr. Nobles...
***
It was five minutes after the last bell rang when Naomi knocked on Mr. Nobles' door.
"Come in please," answered a deep mellow voice as Naomi opened the door. "Ah Ms. Tagama, nice to see you again today, and how may I help you?"
Turning back to the stack of papers on his desk Mr. Nobles did not fully take in the scantily clad senior now leaning over his desk. Naomi had taken off her bra and unbuttoned her shirt enough to allow ample cleavage to show. Her skirt now rode up her legs and her bare midriff showed enough skin to gain membership to the school's rip club.
Getting close to Mr. Nobles' head Naomi whispered, "Well Mr. Nobles I've been thinking about my grade and I have found a way for you to give me a higher grade in the class."
At that astounding statement Gerald Nobles began speaking, "Now Ms. Tagama we've already went over my grade policy..." said Mr. Nobles as he raised his head to engage his student he'd stopped mid-sentence as he realized the state of the situation.
"No Mr. Nobles see I've noticed you watching me and I've noticed how my grades reflect how much you flirt with me and how much I reciprocate," and then she leaned right into Mr. Nobles' ear and whispered in her sexiest voice, "And I think that we can make a fair exchange, my A, for what you really want out of me."
"Well Naomi I don't think that's appropri..."