Good Teacher

Good Teacher(Judy) He was a rich boy and sat all day in his house chewing gum at twenty one he had written poems. Maybe to women, maybe to people, maybe to friends, loads of them, obviously, there was no way he did not know about this yet he took an online course on writing. Because he liked the teacher Jade. Jade was pretty. She had very bright, light skin. She was tall. He logged in with the name rouge. All her students liked her. She was a wizkid who just clocked sixteen. She knew everything about writing. She did not just look like a fairy, she was smart. So smart. Her lessons went on while he enjoyed looking at her face.
Soon she got to a topic he liked. While so many were logged on to her site, he wanted to be noticed. She was a rich girl too and could not be impressed by his talk of wealth or donations for lessons. So he kept saying silly things.
He typed.
Little did he know that his poems had gotten to her and he was the object of her dreams and fantasies.
He typed "if the taste of your lips is paradise." They were doing song writing.
She typed, "And I am toxic, You can sip on it, the taste of a poisoned paradise."
"He typed, "that's not the song!
"She typed, "I am addicted to you, of course you know, that is toxic."
"Really?" He said excitedly.
"What, we are trying song lines okay."
"That was one hell of a lyric."
He was booed and shunned by the other people on the site. They hated him.
They were teenagers, adults and all listening and it was going good.
He had hope. She had been the object of his fantasies and moved him greatly. He had the feel and taste of her already, all he saw and loved.
"He tried again."
"He's got so much power and he is beckoning on her."
She went on. "Power he has got and he is beckoning on her. Better." Make power the subject, strong."
"She would answer the call to retrieve her soul he has in chains."
"She will fail anyway and face the bitterest disgrace."
"The sweetest disgrace, she will fail and face" he said naughtily. "I love that."
"She sighed and said, we are rhyming so the last line."
She sounded irritated and angry. She sent him a pm. "Common sucker, behave yourself!"
"Wow, I like that, passion" he sent.
"You are so annoying."
"You raise me up, so I can face the mountains."
"Really. Okay whatever. Let's chat."
"No let's meet just tell me Cinderella how to get to you."
"Fine."
When she accepted him, his passion died down. They loved and fought and loved again. So anytime they make up he would have written another song or poem.