This little thing that had teased him for a year, was now crying when he finally did something about it. Last in the line were his favorite two pupils: Millie, a very athletic girl with great potential in almost any sport involving a ball, and Camila, a tall, funny and incredibly articulate young woman with a mischievous smile and fantastic grades in most subjects (although, P.E wasn’t her strongest suit). “It won’t be. Do anything fun?”
“Well, yes, Mr Foss. “How are your arms doing?” he asked after a moment of tense silence. Millie was short, about 5 foot 3, and had a fit, taut body which showed her regular visits to the gym and weekly soccer practices were not for nothing. Didn’t seem so gross anymore, when she heard Foss groan as she gagged. She hesitated for just a second, before opening up and leaning her head back, sticking her tongue out a little. Robert took them out. “No, um, Mr Foss, sir, Millie is waiting for me, I have to go.
