Its, your grades… Youre failing the class. If you did your work, youd be great. I know this, because you pay such close attention in class and you ...lways ace your tests. However, you never turn in any homework and its holding you back. Now what are you going to do about this? He said, sitting down next to her. Oh no! I didnt think it was that bad. Please Mr. Moore, its almost the end of the year. Is there any way I can get an extra credit assignment or something? Please? Im begging you.. She looked like someone with a bad skin disease that caused hair to fall out. As she looked at herself, Marie also saw the dress that she was wearing. This made her cry even more because she knew that she would never be able to wear that dress again. The dress would make her remember that afternoon of humiliation, and she knew that she could never bear to wear the dress that would be forever associated in her mind with that meeting.But first, she had to try to clean herself and think of what. Then she was planning to eat and clean herself up, then start vacuuming impact foam and fire foam out of the pilot and navigator chairs and the forward cabin. With any luck, she could sleep in the Warlock by nightfall.It took her hours to get just the lower panels off, and some of them she left on the ship when she felt the metal started to bend under the pry bar's focused pressure. She kept reminding herself that she was working on the most difficult panels first — the ones that had been in. Something about him today was such a turn on for me and my lower regions were already throbbing. "Is there anything you'd like?" "I guess I should give you your Christmas bonus now?" He put the glass down and got up. "It's in the drawer, you can get it yourself." "Thank you, Sir." I walked over to his mahogany desk that I helped pick out. "At the bottom." Oh, we're playing this game are we? I bent down and reached for the drawer at the bottom. His eyes were fixated on my ass - I was one hundred.