“Who was? Or is?” Leanne said. “This guy at the bar was totally checking Emma out,” Eloise said between sips of her drink. “We’ll point hi... out if we see him again.” Emma nodded in approval as she sipped her margarita. The bar was getting busier and it was reaching eleven. The dance floor was pretty empty except for a few really drunk people trying to pull off moves. Suddenly the girl’s favourite song came on. Luckily they were right next to the dance floor so they left their drinks and bags. “Then you will make your apologies to Mrs. Lattimer and pull your grade up immediately.”She glared glared at me her green eyes narrowing.“I guess so,” she muttered.“Good girl,” I said and hugged her gently.She let me hold her close and then I heard her naughty giggle.“What?”“You are kind of sexy when you are being all strict and firm,” she said with a smile.“Oh? You liked that,” I said. I was catching her playfully sexy mood.“Oh yes. You were like my principal only better looking. I thought for. As she stepped into the room, she threw her arms around my neck. She allowed her coat to slide to the floor revealing a black camisole. As she passionately kissed me, my mind raced. Is she drunk, is she kidding or am I dreaming? As she pushed me onto the bed she whispered, “I’ve always said that if you were ever single I was going to fuck your brains out.”“You are getting married Saturday,” I protested.“We are both single tonight,” she reminded me.As we fell to the bed, she removed my robe. Wilson?" Crystal asked tentatively, her eyes scouring the large classroom. Finally, her gaze fell upon a smiling figure, sitting at his desk. "Crystal Berkman! Fancy seeing you here," Mr. Wilson replied with a hearty grin and a laugh that had always sent chills up and down her spine. He rose from his desk and walked towards her. He was tall, probably 6'2" or so, with a skinny but toned frame. His short, messy brown hair and slight scruff went perfectly with his nicely tanned complexion, and was.