Doesn't look like it

Jack Densen never liked having to stay after class to watch over one of his unruly students, nor did he enjoy having the respect he should have as a teacher be trampled upon by teenage girls who decided that ditching his class for whatever reason they felt like it was a good thing. Likely his reputation he had heard that he was too harsh on people who misbehaved in his class was to some extent true, but that was the way he beleived his students must be handled.

So when his latest dilinquent student came into the class after the school bell had wrung he merely indicated to a chair in the front of the room and went back to grading the quiz he had given out to his Honors Biology students this morning. He sighed softly as his red pen wrote a small F at the top of the paper and moved on, just because it was Honors didn't mean there weren't slackers.

His inattentiveness towards his disobediant student, Lauren Anderson, was on purpose. Showing that she was on his schedule, and he would speak to her whenever he wanted to. It was to assert his dominance as a teacher, as the authority figure in this relationship.

He pushed away the last of his papers and finally looked up towards his student his eyes moving over her body first, her shorter than allowed skirt that had gone up even higher to give Jack a tantalizing view of her soft skin and offered more if her legs had not been crossed, to the white blouse that clung and dipped into the opening to augment her generous cleavage. Jack Densen was a man and he could not deny the way his eyes ran over the womanly body of the high school student in front of him, and he had long since given up trying to surpress the feelings too, especially with Miss Anderson in one of his classes.

Maybe it's what he got for becoming a teacher so young, he was only thirty years old now and had been teacher since his early twenties. His career choice didn't leave much of a personal life open to him so the cravings his body sought after had to find another way to get out, he of all people as a biology teacher should know that.

"Miss Anderson you do know why you are here today, you are here because you decided that something other than school was more important than staying in my class." Mr. Densen settled back into his chair, trying to look both imposing and relaxed at the same time, pooling on almost a decade of teaching expirience.

"I've contacted some of your other teachers and this is not the first time you have skipped class and from what they have done it doesn't seem like it is changing your mind at all so we shall have to try something different today."

"So can you tell me Miss Anderson, why is it that my class means so little to you? Do you think that you are better than everyone else and don't have to come to class unless you feel like it?" Jack's gaze was level over the arms he had folded across his chest, no amusement or hint of mercy evident in his gaze. He fully intended to punish this girl as best he could.