. especially him!His thick lips parted and Champ smiled, a cocky self-assured expression set itself on his irregular features and he spoke. "Hey, Miss...Appleton... all you had to do was tell me... if its screwing you want... I'd be happy to oblige! Me... and maybe some of the other boys, too!"He might just as well have struck the mortified young teacher. The impact would have been no greater. As Champ came down over her, she raised her hands between them, planting them against his broad chest as. She'd just come out of the bathroom, wearing the T-shirt. Her hair was brushed and her face looked scrubbed."It's a copy of Professor Ramsey's exam from a couple of years ago. A friend wrote it from memory after she'd taken the exam. The questions may be different today, but this will show you the style of wording he uses." Where did you get this? Are you sure it's from Ramsey?" Get dressed and come back."Megan looked uncertain, but went to the bedroom. When she came back to the living room she. ‘You didn’t…’ her eyes narrowed to slits, and I realized what she was inferring. ‘No!’ I cut in quickly. ‘Of course not! I can explain!’ David started to laugh, but Blaine caught him off guard with a hard shove and the older man stumbled back, away from me. ‘You’re damn right you will,’ she grabbed my arm again and this time pushed me out the door herself. I swung around at the last minute and caught David leaning against the doorframe, shirtless, watching Blaine drag me out onto the sidewalk.. Creep. I have designs on this girl.Damn this night is dragging. Let's go peek in on Ms. Autumn. I'll take a page from Autumn's book and stroll by the door slowly. Yes. She looked up, but quickly back down. She blushed. And smiled. Another sign Jess. Back to my workstation. I think I'll need to pee more often tonight. Steal some more looks at Autumn. No. Less is more. I'm already in her head. I'll be in her pants soon enough. I just know it. Steal one more look before the night is over. Give her.