"Well, I should take it since it was my idea," you begin.
Tina giggles and points the gun at you. "Oh, no, I don't think so! Let's see, I could turn you in, OR I could just shoot you with this little gun. You might be more interesting to me if you were just a helpless little doll, don't you think?"
"Um, on second thought Tina, why don't you take it. I'll - uh - get it back from you later."
"Oh, goody!" the ditzy blond says. "Oh no - I have to get to class. Mr. Little hates it when I'm late..." Tina turns and runs out of the room, headed for her math class.
Mr. Little is the cutest teacher in school - and one that she's had a crush on for the entire semester. He seems to enjoy the attention (and the fact that Tina frequently wears low-cut shirts to class) but always rebuffs her, saying that she's too young, and he doesn't want to get into trouble.
"Oh, I'm soooo late," mutters Tina as she opens the door. Mr. Little grins at her somewhat understandingly, but says, "Tina, I'm sorry, but this tardiness has to stop. I'm afraid you're going to have to stay after class."
"Oh man," Tina starts to moan and then realizes that she'll be alone with Mr. Little after class... and she has the raygun...
Class passes terribly slowly and finally the other students filter out. Tina approaches Mr. Little's desk, shrugging her shirt a little lower.
Mr. Little smiles knowingly at her. "Now Tina, what are we going to do about this?"
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.37 seconds at 10:21pm on Sep 11, 2024 via server web1.