Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

It had been an eventful two years for Mark since he had left the high school in his home town, it was true what they said, boys left for college and men came back home. He laughed as he reminisced on how mature he and all of his friends had felt back in their last year, they felt like they were on top of the world, they couldn't of been of more of the mark. After two years of college, living with a group of guys and throwing and attending a variety of house parties, with all the depraved things that went a long with that, he had returned home for the mid term break a changed man. Even his own mother had barely recognised the confident man who had walked through her door, his body and looks even having matured and becoming much more masculine than a few years ago. He didn't often drink alone but he had no friends in the town with which to attend the local pub with, The Door as the locals affectionately knew it. If there was one thing he had learned at college is that any place that had liquor in the building, would have some sort of fun or conversation that he could get involved in. So there he was sat at the bar next drinking a whiskey straight, sat next to a man that had a head shaped in the most odd way he had ever seen, he wondered how his brain had not been affected by the clearly mutated shape of his skull. He heard what sounded like a pack of hyenas laughing behind him, he didn't need to look to know it would be a group of girls. Men were often wrongly typecast as being the rowdy ones in bars, anyone who frequented bars knew it was quite the opposite, a group of women could bring a bar to its knees if they wanted too. Even though he didn't need to he turned and looked anyway, as he scanned the group he saw they were quite a good looking bunch of girls, although one of them in particular struck a familiar chord with him. As he spun back round to face the bar his mind started racing, where had he seen her before? It hit him like a freight train, Ms Olsen , that was it. All he remembered was she was the hot teacher from his high school, if you attended that school and hadn't fantasied about her at some point, then women clearly weren't your thing. He spun his seat round one more time, taking her and her outfit in. Even in most understated clothes she still retained that incredible attractiveness, the clothes unable to hide the incredible body she had, her gorgeous face framed by long locks of hair. He downed his drink, the fire burning through him giving him the courage to try and live every student from that schools dream, he strode over to the group of girls a confidence in his strut that Ms Olsen wouldn't of seen before. Ms Olsen right? I remember you, the question is do you remember me. He said, a cheeky smile playing across his face. He could see it on her face that she recognised him, You still teaching at the school, you don't even look a day older since I last saw you, must of been what, two years ago? His words flowing freely, a combination of his increased maturity and the alcohol coursing through his blood. I tell you what, why don't I buy you a drink, call it a thank you for everything you did for me at school. What you having. He offered, his eyes never leaving her, even with the other beautiful women at the table he only had room in his devilish gaze for her.