John tries his very best

"Ehmmm, sure, Mr. Woodster."

John stood and went to Woodster's desk, then turned so he could view the whole class for his presentation. Jenny grinned at him in delight, awaiting a desaster. He glared at her.

"Proceed, John." Woodster adressed him. He harumphed, then started. "The city of Rome ruled a large empire, sitting in it's midst like a spider in it's web."

The class laughed at this description, and Mr. Woodster raised his eyebrow at him. Jenny laughed the hardest and could barely stop herself even as Woodster raised his dreaded eyebrow at her. John couldn't restrain himself.

"Xotzil", he yelled at her. The word had just jumped into his mind. He used it as a curse. "Jenny, if you are so smart, come here and show us rome on that map over there!"

To his utter astonishment, Jenny just nodded and went to the front. Why did she do that? And she really pointed to Rome. John didn't understand her, and neither did Woodster, it seemed.

"So you want to help John out? Very well. We'll see what you two will do. Proceed." John gulped, but Jenny just watched him expectantly. Her eyes were strangely blank, he noted.

"Ehhmm, Rome..." John had no clue how to proceed. He desperatly looked for Jenny's help. "Jenny, your turn." She watched him dulleyed. "Jenny, please continue. The history of Rome." He looked at her wide eyed, but now she got into action. She was marvellous, and her presentation was very good. As she droned on, John wondered why she helped him.

They were interrupted by the bell. Lesson was already over, and Jenny had talked all the time! Woodster nodded to them both and dismissed the class. He had a appointement now and left in a hurry, even before his students. There was much noise as everyone left the room, everyone except for two.

John was still at the desk, wondering, and Jenny ... was still talking about Rome.

"Stop it!" John adressed her. And to his astonishment, she did. What the hell was happening here?

"Jenny, you helped me a lot, thank you." Then a thought appeared to him. "Do you like me?" he whispered.

"No, I don't like you at all." She answered. Just that.

"Then why did you do it?"

"You said so."

"Will you do everything I say?"

"Yes."

There was a short break, then John just laughed at her. "Okay, then lift your skirt for me!" he told her, wanting to end this game of hers.

And, blushing deeply, she raised her skirt, showing him nice black panties. John's mouth dropped open.