Colossal fuck! You can guess what that means - too many "fucks." Let's say, perhaps, a big fuck. My eyes are extremely puffy, and it's seven o'clock in the morning. I need a quick shower - it's my damned birthday. Anna comes in with a big white tray filled with food, singing "Happy Birthday" very quietly."Anna, please." I smile, blinking sleepily at her. Why am I so drowsy this morning? She sets the tray in my lap, and I immediatley drink in the fantastic scent - scrambled eggs, sausage, fresh fruit, orange juice and hot tea. "Let me remind you that you have quite a few presents." Anna grins, turning on her heel heading towards the living room. My eyebrows raise over my hairline. More presents! Last time I checked, a two hundred-fifty dollared dress was more than enough!
"Anna," I whine in a croaky voice. I take a long sip of my sour orange juice. It's refreshing, soothing my fuzzy-feeling head. She comes back with two bags, beaming like a ray of sunshine. Crap - what could it be? Another two hundred dollared gift? Hopefuly not.
I flinch a little when she hands me the bags. Damn, damn. I glower at her, but she decides to fully ignore it. "Go on," she encourages. I open the first bag, coming upon a big box. What the hell? Okay, now I'm really curious in what this could be. "What is it?" I mumble. Anna gives me a don't-be-stupid stare.
"Open it and you'll find out." she simply says. And I do - and I smile instantly. It's a tea kettle! She knew all along that I was in need for a new one, but I wouldn't say so. "I was getting tired of your frowning at old Stacy." Stacy - my plain old silver kettle. "She needed to be replaced, so here you are. I hope you liked it."
"Like it?" I squeak. "I adore it, Anna. Thank you," I beam at the checkered kettle. It's so pretty - all wooden handle, old fashioned way. She knows me so well. I set the kettle aside, taking a deep breath and beginning to open the other bag. A strange tug is felt in my gut. Oh, no . . . why am I getting such a bad feeling about this?
My hands automatically rip open a strangely wrapped box. "I know I shouldn't be giving you this . . ." Anna whispers discreetly. I glance up at her, not looking at the gift. Suddenly, she snatches it from my hand. "Hey," I protest. What's her problem? She shakes her head. "Spencer told me I should buy you it."
"So let me see it," I say annoyed. It surely can't be that bad. Is she embarrassed of what is it? Well . . . what is it? "Er," she hesitates, squirming uncomfortablly. "Don't get upset." she orders huskily. I nod, feeling uncertain. She hands me the box, and my eyebrows immediatley snap together, forming one.
Inside are strange square-shaped packets. They're made of . . . foil? "What's this?" I ask her. She bursts out laughing, taking the box away. "I'll explain later," she says. "Go shower," she giggles. What's so funny? "Okay . . ." I mutter. I set my tray that's now filled with cold food, on our nightstand. Getting up, I run towards the bathroom. Forget it - she's probably laughing at you.
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MY HAIR IS STILL wet by the time I get out of the apartment, now walking towards the university. After Anna's laughter, my appetite was lost. What could it have been? A circle shape was inside the foil packet. Maybe some kind of clothes grabbers? Plastic gloves? Plastic . . . Oh, shit.
I might as well dye my hair blonde.
They were condoms. I gasp, putting a hand over my mouth. "Anna!" I shout, although she's not even here. Too bad she goes in later than I do. It's barely ten o' clock, Desktop Publishing should start any damned minute. I rush into my classroom that is now crowded with students, browsing for an empty computer chair. Just my luck - there's none. How could there be none?
This has only happened twice to me - lack of responsibility! Now I have to skip . . . Rebelious Cynthia, mouths my subconscious. I feel like I've trespassed a private military when I walk out of the classroom, out of the school. This isn't me; I never miss any of my classes. Or I could just go to another lab . . .
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Mr. Flynn (Mr. Dominant)
RomansaJunior college student, Cynthia Bledel, is shocked when she hears her history teacher has been dismissed, due to the use of drugs. When she sneaks into the empty room, she bumps into a sexy young man, claiming he is the new history teacher, Professo...