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Date Posted: Wed, Sep 22 2004, 9:12pm PDT
Author: Keilana Conners
Subject:
Isn't it ironic


She had gotten here early to just kind of tour the campus since she hadn't been here yet other then preliminary interviews and such. So at nine a.m. she had been here, checking out the buildings and then going to the office to have one last meeting and get the final room assignment of where she was supposed to be. With a smile, she thanked the president who was going on about how they felt very lucky to have her on their team. She just politely excused herself and made her way through the hall of the admin building across the campus to head towards the English department. She was drawing a fair amount of looks from other teaches and students alike. She was taller and filled out the outfit, a pin stripe pantsuit with a pink tank top underneath the unbuttoned jacket suit and strappy heeled sandles over her feet, very nicely. She glanced down at the room number before she made her way into the lecture hall, glancing up as she saw the teacher with his back towards her upfront. A confident smile crossed her lips as she stepped forward to set her leather messenger bag down onto the small desk kind of catty cornered to his before she let out a soft breath. "Professor McKay?" She questioned, brushing back her long hair from her delicate jaw. She looked professional and in control of herself as she stood there, nothing like the party girl she had been the night they met and became...familiar...with one another. That was a completely different side of this complex female that now stood before him. Actually, he had been on her mind quite a bit over the past week since their encounter. That had been last friday and it was now not the monday after that weekend, but the following Monday...

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