Eloise entered the room with James and his friend, Brandon. She had her arms folded and stood very casually, almost showing her delight of the plan she thought up.
"Brandon, leave. I want a word with James," she said strolling by some of the shelves of books to her side.
She walked around James,like a lioness stalking her prey. Her dark brown hair was kept in a tight bun, showing all the emotion in her face and hiding no detail. She wore a white shirt, the top two buttons not being used to show her cleavage. Each of its sleves was rolled up showing she did mean business. A brown knee-length skirt tightly showed off her ass and her nice shaven legs. Her high-heels gave her some height, almost matching James'.
James could still notice that she was at least 40 though. Wrinkles were embeded on her face was the big clue. Her body could not be compared to some of the younger teachers either. All the boys would rather spend a study class with Ms. Phillips than with her anyway...
Eloise walked around James not making a sound. The only thing that could be heard was James' worried breathing and her shoes hitting off the floor. After circling around him twice more she stopped.
"What's the book James? A present for me? How thoughtful..." she said.
James couldn't answer, he was speechless.
"Hmmm... maybe you should hold on to that yourself..." she said. "You never know what might happen."
As she sid those words, James felt he was changing. But into who?
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