The one I love

The next day I was in a awful mood. It was all because of Miss Swan because she was too thick headed to remember my name. That night I cried a little as well, wondering why she could do this to me.

And to top it off, there was change in her surroundings in my class room. She made a friend.

Miss Swan sat at the same seat with her same manner, but she had that disgusting little friend of hers sitting right beside her. Leering down her blouse with his small little eyes, licking his lips. He was the same boy who was waiting for her at my office, but now I am certain he was not her boy friend for he was lusting over her with out and body language.

He is a fucking perv, and I had to lecture through the class watching him being a desperate gimp. But Miss Swan, with all her innocence didn't seem to notice her new friend's behavior.

That is when I knew that I was up to me to save her from him.


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You see, my psychology class doesn't require books. It was more to do with essays about topics I gave to the students, and a lot of grading depended on how I liked the essays.

I needed talked to some other teachers, and found out what the boy's name was.
At this point, I feel that there is no need to tell you his name. His name can be trashed with childish rumors or humiliating pictures for all of my care. But just thought to let you know, that he wouldn't be coming to my class anymore.

After several essays had been turned in that year, that boy came in to my office asking me for advice.

He looked a little tired. Maybe too busy thinking about fucking Miss Swan, eh?

I explained to him that if he tried and stayed in the class for the rest of the semester, he can raise him self to a D. But if his grade point average will be influenced by this, he should drop the class. This was all planed before hand, for I kept on giving him F's making excuses like 'not enough research' or 'didn't follow instructions properly.'

That was the last time I saw him, and Miss Swan returned to the position where there was no one to talk to in class, again.


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A student Directory can give you a lot of things. It can give you the full name, address, and phone number of the student you will like to contact.
By this I found out Miss Swan's address, and also got the information that she was living alone in an apartment.

Thank god she didn't live in a dorm or at her parent's house. If she didn't have people around, it was easier for me to show how important it is to have someone to be with when it comes to life.

As I strolled down the avenue of where she lived, I caught a glimpse of her apartment. I also noticed a window, with it's shades open.

I gulped down my saliva, as I walked towards the bus stop to pretend to be waiting for a bus. But my eyes would be fixed on her window, and I waited for some movement.

Soon enough, a woman, and not just any woman... came into site.
Miss Swan was slowly undressing her self, and it made it harder to pretend to not stare.

She was slow at undressing, and she seemed to enjoy letting her clothes gliding her smooth skin. I watched, with hungry eyes.

The bus came, but I told them to go on for the bus wasn't the bus I was waiting for. I knew they suspected something, but who could leave when they have a person they love stripping in front of them. What made it better was, the fact that she didn't know I am watching.

Soon, I could see her yellow bra covering her breast. I could also see the cleavage of a young, but plump woman.
She bent down, and you could see her pushing her skirt down her legs as she exposed her underwear. You could see the separation between her thighs as she had a tight underwear. And as each move she made, my breath got heavier.

She had an innocent look on her face, and she probably didn't know that her own psychology professor was spying on her as she undressed.

But I noticed that I got some stares from around me. People started to wonder why I was looking at the sky, so I knew it was a time to leave.
I probably could of saw everything if I waited longer, but I didn't intended to get caught spying on her that after noon.


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I went back in the student directory, and found out something very crucial to my pursuit for Miss Swan...
She was a psychology major, which meant that she would be having me as a professor for at least two years.

She could change her mind later, but maybe there is something I can do to stimulate her interest towards psychology so she will keep the major?

After all, I do teach psychology, and I have some tricks up in my sleeve.

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A/N Thanks for the reviews. I really appreciated the tips and encouragement.
I will edit the chapters some time soon.