I strolled over to one of the pinball machines and started playing.A little while later, the door opened and Meg sauntered into the room. Gone was the... calf-length tent dress she had been wearing and in its place was a black bra top that pushed together and raised her breasts so that they looked much larger and formed a deep wondrous looking cleavage. She turned in a circle to allow me to feast my eyes on her. Her skirt was black also and so short that I could see the starting curve of her ass.. " How many of them were there?" I saw six of them." So that means that four more will be looking for us."Yea... "Well, keep a look out and if you see anyone let me know." Sir, shouldn't you be riding instead of me?" No, you stay up there, I'll be fine."Hell if I knew how to ride a horse.I figured that I would be learning soon, one way or another. As we approached the path where I fought the slavers, I stopped behind a large thicket and told her to stay while I looked around.I crept up to the. As I sat, headphones buried in my ears, intoxicating sounds started to take on new meaning, filling my head. Portishead’s honeyed tones taunting me, as I sat starring out the window, questioning over and over what was happening to me.The day proceeded as expected, my futile attempts at concentration failing, as I surreptitiously glanced at my phone, black teasing boxes appearing, toying with my mind throughout the day. Engaging in work discussions, I answered monosyllabically, smiling. Her long flowing dark hair, aqua blue eyes and curves proved she was true to her name; a goddess indeed. I could not possibly mean anything to a human being of such perfection. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking glances at her while in class. She’d caught me just staring, awed by her, more than once. The other men on the faculty were very brazen about their opinions towards the female students, so it didn’t take me long to discover that I wasn’t the only one who fantasized about.