She turned slowly, not wanting to break his touch, and found herself staring right into the green and gold eyes she had been avoiding all day. Seconds...past and she felt him start to draw back with a resigned look in his eyes. Seizing the moment, she grabbed his arms and brought her lips to his before he could resist. He only hesitated for a moment before his hands traveled up her back and into her long blonde ponytail, holding her in the kiss. It was like a dam had broken in her and suddenly. Graduating at the top of his class and with honors, he had a bright future ahead of him. But despite all this there was a huge hole in his life. He had been orphaned at age two after a terrible car accident to which he had a scar running down the length of his back as a reminder, then raised by his aunt Betty. Then with her untimely death 4 years later in another car crush, he was bounced around from foster home to foster home. Fortunately for him he was never mistreated or abused like some. The kind of rumors that don't just spring up out of nowhere. "Ms MacDonald is a lezzie!" Well, maybe. But we didn't care. It's the 21st century for goodness sake! "Ms MacDonald likes them young!", "Ms MacDonald is fucking the assistant!" These were a bit harder to ignore. If she knew about them she didn't care. Rumors come and go, but her duty was to her students, and to education, and she would never breake that sacred trust. At least, not without a little persuasion. That's where I came. Yet here was Lynne DiPietro, the freshman and Midshipman, trotting after them as they'd left the King Student Union. Lenore gave an apologetic half-smile to Denise, and the two older girls waited for DiPietro to catch up."Miss Collins, I was hoping to find you. I've been having trouble with our Economics homework, and I was hoping you could help me understand it."Denise's eyebrows disappeared beneath her bangs at this. Lenore kept her face smooth – Sandy, I owe you another one for teaching me.