The Football Star

"How about Steve Dixon?!" suggested Greg.

"The high school football star?" replied Joe quizzically. Joe thought about it for a moment or two before a grin appeared on his face. "OK, go for it."

Ms. York heard a knock on her door, surprised that anyone else would be in the school during break she stood upright to see Steve Dixon walking into her classroom.

Steve was eighteen, around 6'1 and had a reasonably muscular build. As the star of the football team he regularly received special treatment from other teachers (not something that Ms. York agreed with), as well as plenty of attention from the female students.

"What are you doing here, Steve?" asked MS. York.

"Erm..." Steve stopped as he wondered just what he was doing in school after break had started.

"Greg, quick!" yelled Joe worriedly. "Make him say something!"

"Hang on."

"Er... I, erm, just wanted to thank you for all your help with my work this last term." said Steve eventually.

"That’s ok." replied Ms. York. "That’s what I'm here for after all." The teacher sat down on her desk and watched her student, who was still looking a little confused as to his surroundings. "Besides, you made a lot of progress on your own. I was very impressed with the work you have been doing."

"Thanks, Miss."

"Are you gonna get her to strip or what?!" yelled Joe, becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of action.

"Hold on." replied Greg calmly. "I'm just trying to find the best settings for her. I'm still figuring this thing out remember." Greg played with the mouse, clicking a few boxes and typed some commands in. "There." he said with a smile. "Let’s see how this works."