Not at the library.

“That’s enough Tom. I don’t want to get caught doing something I might regret later by one of the librarians here, do you?” John said as she lifted Tom’s hand off of her thigh, and pushed it away.

“What do you mean, you’re the one who seemed to want to fool around.” Tom huffed as John pushed back from the table and away from Tom as she gathered up her notebook and dropped it in the bag with the old book. She needed to get out of there, but she didn’t want her lab partner to be all pissed off at her either.

“Look Tom, I’m not like that. I just don’t go around having sex with a guy after he cops a feel.” John smiled a warm sexy smile that made all the boys hearts melt at Alexander Hamilton High. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other working on this, and…” she said as she leaned over and slipping both of her hands over her knees got down at eye level with Tom. She batted her baby blues, and her long doe like eyelashes fluttered.

“I’m sure we’ll be working on this at each other's houses.” She paused and looked at him knowingly, “Who knows what might happen."

“But...,“ Tom said, stunned by the quick reversal of fortune.

John quickly spun on her heel, and pulled open the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she blew Tom a kiss, and said that she’d talk to him tomorrow at school and to keep looking for anything that might help them with their report. As the door swung shut behind her, she sprinted down the marble floor of the library stacks as she rushed out of the building, and out to the sidewalk, her mind filling with ideas as to how she might use the newly discovered spell book.

She all ready had in her mind exactly who she was going to try to mesmerize. Ms. Tyson. John was very curious about what is was like to be with another woman, to kiss her, caress her, taste her, and rather than start with one of the other seniors at the school, she thought Ms. Tyson would make an excellent choice. She was young and beautiful, always dressing in a slightly provocative manner, but without being too provocative, and she wasn’t a bitch who thought she was better than everybody in class. Not only that, she could meet with the sexy redhead right after class, and if things went wrong she could always laugh it off as something she found in an old book. Ms. Tyson had a pretty good sense of humor.

Approaching her home she paused and pulled the book back out of her book bag, and reread the passage. To cast the spell she was going to need a strand of Ms. Tyson’s hair, a picture or drawing of her, and a drop of her own blood. If she met with the twenty-something teacher first thing in the morning, John was fairly certain she could get all that she needed to cast the spell on the unsuspecting Ms. Tyson.