"Very nice, Miss Parker," Tim heard Rourke's voice behind him.Tim spun, startled, and felt the anger rising in him. He stomped up to Rourke - and not...ced how much shorter he really was. Just a few minutes earlier, he had looked eye-to-eye with Rourke. Now, standing a couple of feet in front of Rourke, Tim found himself a head and a half shorter - he was staring right at Rourke's chest. He looked up, angry. "What the hell have you done to me?" he demanded in his new, sultry woman. I do have a question. Is your name really Mabel," I askedLooking down she just nodded.I waited for her to look back up at me before telling her, "It is a cool name, but you may want to use your middle one or make one up just for working here. The people in line with me were jerks. In school I know kids made fun or kids with names that were not like the other kids. Well at least the white kids." They made fun of it at my school too," she said sadly."What is your middle name?"Blushing, she. She always thought that I was taking notes during class.Beena was bewildered when she knew about my poor marks. She wanted to help me. This feature is so sexy in teachers. Imagine rubbing your boner with your elbow while pretending to take notes. Aah! That’s a different feeling!One day, after her hour, she asked me not to leave and said she wanted to talk to me. She was concerned about my marks and wanted to conduct a special class after college hours. To my disappointment, there were other. Security guard Dave Rivers yawned. It was proving to be a remarkably long day and he would be pleased when he could finish up and go home. It had been one of the slowest days he could remember and he was keeping his eyes open only with some difficulty. That changed instantly and his eyes widened considerably as his attention was caught by an incredible blonde as she walked in through the revolving doors. She wore a tight pink sweater and a black skirt that Dave thought must be the shortest he’d.