Well then, I don't own the characters. Done.


Anthony had his Cleopatra. Paris had his Helen of Troy. Both men are blinded by love, allowing them to do the unthinkable. I was one. Now you may wonder how much of an impact this woman had on me. But you can decide later as I tell you every detail. My name is Arthur Kirkland. I am 36 years old, single, green eyes and blond hair that resembled powder on the beach and a teacher at a secondary school in London. I teach English, which of course, always bore the students to the slumber. Pity them, but that was what I was paid for, to bore the young minds as they forget the old. But I remembered a particular year, that...woman came around. I never noticed her. She had that scowl, that anger. Like black petals that protected the frail core of a rose. Dark hair, curly, in a braid to obey the school rules. A skin with a light tan, olive, my guess. Her eyes...a light brown. She was like earth when I see her. I always passed by her desk without looking twice at first, for she just looked like any ordinary schoolgirl. Lovina Vargas is her name. Of course I have seen so many...'nymphets' according to Humbert in 'Lolita', and I remembered a year where there was this other girl. Ah, but she is of no concern. How I finally did noticed her? Her perfume.

I remembered it was a cold spring, for some reason. The term is going to end soon and I was giving them the last bit homework of the day. When the class gratefully scattered out of the stuffy room that bores them, she only remained, a notepad in hand. "Sir?" Ah, the first glimpse of her voice. Being polite as I always was, I sat on my table as she sat next to me. That was when...I hinted that smell, a light rose blended together with cinnamon. A breath of fresh air, from the cheap vanilla and sugary scents that always made my face form excessive lines than I needed, aging was catching up after all. "I-I'm not quite sure about what are we supposed to do. Just...theme and synopsis? " Her voice seemed confused, a little bit...dazed it seems. I just nodded. "Yes, that is all, Miss Vargas." I seemed to say, with my voice as calm as water in a pond. She smiled at me, nodding before she left and closing the class room door.

You didn't need to know how long I stared at that door, thinking of nothing but her perfume.


I always loved my office. A view of the Fauna, wildflowers blooming all around with the trees being a good source of inspiration. Ah...the roses were now forming it's buds, untouched by many. I wonder if she, was remained unscathed? Surely when you reach the sweet age of 15 by the time, especially in a place like London, her legs would have already been spread apart for another. Would it be wrong for a single man my age desiring for someone unplucked, a shape only I knew I own and for my own's eyes delight? Afterall, it was only natural to give into my most basic insticts, to find the most desirable virgin, curvy as her bosom will feed my young and her hips for fertility and make her mines, bearing only my children. Was it a crime, going against such impulses? Has the laws of society really forgotten that age did not matter?

I needed to stop. It was illegal, I could be charged with statutory rape. She is only 15. Only a young sweet girl, with dreams of college and a future. So pure...but is she really pure? I tried to shake off the thoughts as I typed out the exam papers and to submit it for some reviewing. I sighed as I print it up. I need some shots of whiskey to clear my thoughts, visions of confused feelings of either lust or love or emotions in the desire to posses her was already creeping into my head like some blossoming flower in my brain that kept on going and going and going till it will eventually die off. Or maybe it won't I don't know, seeing I have been noticing her every move this whole term.

"Sir?"

Oh what now? Dear lord, it was her again.

" ... I-I came for something."

"Speak it then, Miss Vargas. "

"I need to talk about my grade. Granted I am not so good, but is there anyway I could raise it up? Till a pass or credit, maybe?"

Such a sweet flower was already asking me such questions and a favour from me. She had a been a good girl other than the occasional temper flares in class, but granted, I could be even annoyed with such people poking me in the cheek or asking me If I wanted a tomato. Maybe this once I wil help this flower transform its bud so it can blossom, letting me count the petals and admire it's colours.

"You have been a good girl, Miss Vargas. I'll help you this time around, and make sure you do pass. After school, meet me on Tuesday at the same class I thought you this subject. I'll give you extra lessons."

"G-grazie ah Dio...Grazie, Mr Kirkland, I-I mean Thank you...Sorry for that, Italian heritage..."

She quickly lowered her head and walked out, she looked grateful when I gave her that pass. The light that lit up, is it a crime for me to capture it and put it in a jar, looking at it till days have passed and that warm feeling in me will remain in my center?


A shot, and another. I really need to get pass the violent drunks and cheap whores here in this dingy pub. What can I complain, better than nothing, I suppose, a drink is a drink. For many one might think I could go to a better place. But I like it here, the inspiration is flowing greatly here. I could not ask for more than this filth. I need this kind of filth, maybe because deep down I am filthy myself.

I took my things and left the pub. That is enough for today, I need to save myself from drunkness for it is a weekday night. I just came to calm myself, and to know where I belong.

I am no different then these people after all.


I massaged my temples. I really need a ciggie lit to fill in my lungs, though I had quit some time back by going cold turkey. Hard like hell, but it was worth it in the end. Some of the stress had kicked in into my head, or maybe I was preparing myself to see her again. It was almost warm lately, summer is coming in. I mentally prepared some questions for her arrival soon enough. She always on time, the beautiful flower for her classes that were to help her pass. Ah, here she is, not wearing the school sweater, just the short sleeved shirt and tie, the skirt passed her knee and her legs adorned with tight black socks and brown shoes. I relaxed and looked on at her, urging her to take a seat right next to me.

"On time as always."

"Yes. How can I miss the class that will pass me?"

"Well then."

I opened the book for the subject we studied that term, Gothe's Faust. I wondered if I had any connections to such a man, afterall he was tempted by the devil himself. I asked her so many questions and instruct it to put on paper, as prove for her credits soon enough. She seemed so alert and refered to the book and I see so many sentences with yellow highlighter ink went across it. She had been a good girl, maybe she will be pure for my eyes only. Oh what am I saying, I need to rid myself of such thoughts. I thought I had peace in me already.

"From what I see you are doing well. You can pass."

"I-I want to work to a credit sir. "

"Isn't a pass already good enough?"

"No. If I need extra classes so be it."

"If that is what you wish."

She nodded and stood up, moving on to sit on my table with her legs crossed. "Don't think I did not know about your stares for the 3 months this term. What where you thinking, Mr. Kirkland, my legs, my chest?" She raised an eyebrow. I should have know I was not a good actor at such things like these, acting out on my perverted thoughts. She loosened her tie and her ribbon that held her hair in place, allowing Grecian like curls to fall all over her shoulders in a form of an elegant mess. If this was Helen of Troy, I see why Paris was willing to put his kingdom into war. It was all worth it in the end.

"I..."

"Save it. I am curious afterall, a little fresh daisy for you. Teach me sir, on my first experience like this."

She looked down at her legs and kicked her shoes away, letting her socks come down to her ankles and gathered her skirt to her hips, the full form of it was now in my full view, golden skin glittered in the evening sun purely for me to look and gaze at. A fresh young thing was offering me her legs. With a trembling hand I grasped her knee, moving it to her upper legs and I lay my head on her lap, breathing into the perfume that haunted my nose for weeks. I kissed it, I took it all in. I finally gave into sin, yet I could not stop for that sin, became my very soul in this world I live in, which was full of loneliness. I looked up at her, she had that smirk on her face. I could not turn back, no not ever. I could not resist herafter all.