Make some money off of this.

You look back at the kid behind you, grin, and then flash the pictures a bit more visibly before him. His green eyes widen, he stiffens in his seat, and then leans forward again, grinning.

"Where the Hell did you find that?" he asks quietly.

"None of your damn business, but you can buy 'em." You fan them a bit, showing the sheer amount of pornography that you have in your hand.

His brows knit, and he leans back in his desk, pretending to study or work, but you can tell that he's mulling over your proposition. Meanwhile, you turn back to the front of the class, stuffing the pictures underneath your books. You memorized the ones you liked anyway, so you simply take off your teacher's clothes mentally and enjoy watching her "naked".

After a while, this grows a bit agonizing, so you pull out your pencil and start drawing some simple sketches. Although the guys back home always made fun of this particular habit, they always agreed that you could draw some seriously good shit. This time, it's your teacher as she is posed, with her back (therefore ass!) facing you, slightly bent, shuffling through textbooks on her desk. You get some good progress down when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around, already smiling. The kid from before with the green eyes nods, rifles through his open wallet, and holds out five dollars. You slap his hand lightly, doing your best to look insulted.

"Dude, I could just go and buy a Playboy for less. Why the Hell won't you take five?" He scowls, but you can tell that he's just haggling here.

You smirk, saying, "Dude, does an issue of Playboy have people that you know in it, much less, does it have a picture of your own teacher? Also, these are pretty good quality, way above fuckin' Playboy."

He's silent, he leans back in his chair and starts thinking again. You get a wicked idea.

"Fuck it. These are too good, anyway. I'm just going to keep 'em." You start to put the pictures back in your pocket, but his eyes widen, he digs in his wallet, and he holds out twenty dollars.

You scowl and say, "What the fuck, dude? I told you, they're mine."

You hear him start to mutter something about a "cheap-ass motherfu-," but he adds ten more dollars to the pile. With a grin, you snatch the money and pass the photos to him. He's slightly disgruntled, but he rakes them over and puts them in his front pocket. You flip through the bills and then put them in your wallet.

Playing these suburban kids is going to be some easy going.

For the rest of the class, you work on the drawing of your teacher, taking some artistic liberties, as well you should. When the bell rings, you head straight towards your "sister", and ask her what your next class is. She giggles, takes your schedule from your hands, and then inspects it.

"Well, let's see... I think you have..."