Last class on Friday. The bell rang and all of Ms. Horwan's class ran for the door. All except you, James.
"You don't mind helping James? It could be a long night," asked Ms. Horwan.
"No, it's fine. I have nothing better to do anyway." You lie. You have loads more better things to be doing. You promised your mother you'd help paint her room. And you have that assignment that's due Monday.
"Well, thanks anyway, James," she said. "Hey, can you follow me to the school lab."
You nod your head as she turns leading you to the school biology lab. You eyes become fixated on her ass as she walks. It swivels as she paces down the school corridor. When you reach the lab, your eyes, like a reflex, focus on to hers.
"Did I ever tell you the time I worked as a scientest in Area 51? I was working on trading traits of animals to people. I was so close to finishing when I was fired. I promised myself that one day my research would be complete so I looked for a job that had the facillities that I needed to finish. I found your school. Barely any security, perfect. Eight weeks later of overtime and I'm done. Except I still need to test it. That's where you come in..."
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