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"
"Class dismissed," Abby Proctor said. "Sean,
please stay for a moment. I want to talk to you." He stayed where he was,
slouched in his seat, as the classroom rapidly emptied. When the last student
had left, she closed the door, and then locked it. He didn't move. She turned
to look at him. Their eyes met for a long moment. "You know, don't you?" she
said finally. He only smiled slightly. "Listen," she said. "I'm your teacher.
You are seventeen. I am twenty-eight. If anything happened I could get into
a lot of trouble. I could lose my job. I could be arrested." Sean said nothing.
He just looked at her. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. "What
do you want me to do?" she said. "Get naked," he said. A small whimper came
from her mouth. "All right," she said. She stripped down to the skin. She
was shaking slightly, but she didn't hesitate, and she didn't rush. She took
everything off. Everything, including her wristwatch and her bracelet and
the rings on her fingers. She knew he didn't care about that, he only wanted
to see her naked body, her unrestrained breasts and her thighs and her brown-haired
crotch. But something made her strip herself utterly, divest herself of everything
that belonged to her, since her body for now was to belong to him. Her body
and her will. And her soul, if he wanted it. But he didn't. "What now?" she
said. His smile was no wider than before, though his eyes were slithering
over her like snakes. "Now crawl, Miss Proctor," he said. "Crawl to me, Miss
Proctor." Oh, he knew. He was seventeen and she was twenty-eight, and this
was crazy, she didn't have to do this, she could stop it right here. No she
couldn't. It was too late, he had seen her naked, the damage was done, he
would never keep this to himself. Even if he did, even if it was not too late,
she couldn't. Stop. She c"
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