Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

The smile on his face shifted as he watched her, running from left cheek to his right and as Mathieu listened further, a brow perched exquisitely atop his head. It feigned mild amusement bordering on shock, but the playful grin below confirmed it a feint indeed, for he wasnt shocked, not truly, not near as much as amused indeed as she affirmed again, that the play of wits was unfolding once more under the sweet smell of passion fruit. Then the kettle blew before he could answer but her gaze stayed him that he did not falter in returning the look to her. Oh, Miss Granville, he said, as the care taker, not caring about wits or passion fruits but coin in his purse, rolled his eyes and decided to settle himself on pouring two general helpings of actual passion fruit, and not the metaphorical sort I assure, you have fallen into the right lap as for as teachers. Bowing his head ever so gently in difference to her wisdom and keen observation, he allowed his eyes to trail her body, slowly towards those exposed ankles and delighting upon every curve of her form. Most teachers you see only offer introductions to the passion fruit. They give only the tools necessary to discover the first taste of the fruit but do not teach how to fully enjoy. Their time to valuable between many students. His eyes wandered at that point between corset, lowering over her hips, and then down to the ankles. Myself however, an avid connoisseur of passion fruit, would be rather thorough given the appropriate time to fully divulge the wonders of the fruit to but a single student as much time as was required and much more I assure you. His eyes began their journey back up her body, See, once the student first learns the pleasure of the fruit, they too open up to begin to reveal the extent of their expression of that enjoyment. This allows the teacher to truly taste the hunger for knowledge in the student. Much as any fine instrument, it is only when a student reaches their full potential of expression and release of their desire for passion fruit that the teacher may exalt in all their glory along side them. Taking a step, it was actually closer to the woman than to the drinks which were ready for tasting. Teaching is like consuming the fruit. As with the fruit, one drink is never enough to fully appreciate the leaf. It takes many drinks, day after day, hour after hour, to fully explore the rich body of the drink, to learn its intricacies. One cannot be too fast in this, one must take time, to savor and enjoy. The average drinker, like most teachers, would take the whole cup and say, this is good, where the connoisseur would enjoy each sip, its aroma, the flavor when it touches the palette, the taste that lingers in the mouth after savoring the fruit. With each subsequent tasting, their enjoyment of the fruit only grows. With the right fruit, there is lament if it is ever wholly consumed Smiling again, I assure I am that teacher. Somewhere his hands folded behind his back, the ball of his cane above his hands, the point sticking out to the side. Yes, this was an enticing game indeed, it was good the care taker was minding his own shoppe, for surely any outside distraction would demure the intentions in this fortuitous banter.