The room was small, but well furnished. There was the stereotypical psychiatric couch, a desk, a black and white poster of Sigmund Freud and one of Carl Jung stared at each other from across the room. A brace of diplomas were on the wall, and a bronze ingot lay on the desk with the name, 'Janet Ross, PhD', carved roughly into the surface. A young woman lay...
Amber stood at Claire's door, hopping from foot to foot, hoping that she'd answer it soon. Amber had been drinking heaps of water during the course of the morning but had avoided going to the toilet, wanting to be ready to piss when she got to Claire's house. It was starting to seem that she might have had her timing a bit off though, because she could bare...
Lindsay woke up to the screeching of her alarm. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and glanced at the clock. Another fun-filled day shaping the minds of teenagers lay ahead of her. Everyone thought she was crazy for being a teacher. With her looks and her brains she could've done just about anything and been successful. But somewhere deep down inside she a...
Dear Mr. Nadeau, I have a confession to make : ever since you walked into class on that warm august day, I've lusted after you. I only had to set my lovely brown eyes on your amazingly athletic body, and already you had me under your spell. Imagine my disappointment when, instead of sitting next to me like all the guys usually want to, you marched right up...
Back row of science class in high school, two seniors (both just turned 18) were looking as innocent as possible sitting next to each other. Fortunately their teacher was the very blind and rather scattered Mrs. Newmark. Also, fortunately, the desks were large black two-seaters that pretty much obscured everything that anyone could do. Right now the large de...
Intro + Characters John - 18, an average high school boy, who you play as, Does not stand out particularly, It is September, John just got home from a day at school, he plops himself on the couch, feeling exhausted, his sister Becca walking down from her room wearing her pajamas "Go shower John, you smell like shit" she says with some obvious disgu...
Ten Days Waiting The next ten days were like a fog through which she drifted, unable to put together any coherent thoughts. Fortunately, her current crop of students were all at a fairly basic level and didn't take too much in the way of teaching. She couldn't really afford to visit the clubs so when she had finished teaching she went home to stare blankly...
I owe a big 'Thank You' to Miss Lynn and Techsan for editing this story. * Chapter 1 Life sure pulls a few fast ones on you. Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be a teacher. I know it's not a great paying job but I always believed it would be rewarding. I'll tell you more about it later. Right now, I have a dilemma. I'm trying to figure if I shoul...
Pamela Bradley had lost confidence in herself. Not that it was her fault. She had forgotten what made her who she was and had allowed a lousy marriage to adversely affect her opinion of herself. Her husband Jack had married her right out of high school. She was a "trophy wife" to him. Pamela knew that now. She was smart and had already planned out her colle...
The class in Abnormal Psychology wasn't going as well as Sally had hoped. It was supposed to be a senior honors seminar taught by old Mr. Davenport. It was supposed to be an easy A. Sally needed an A to boost her grade point average if she was ever going to qualify for financial aid when she applied for college. If she couldn't get some kind of financial aid...