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    Photograph – (Chapter: Passion)

    Professor Devlin was growing more and more pleased with his students. They seemed to be grasping the assignment well and though some were struggling, taking generic versions of the word selected, the class for the most part was improving. In fact, the class was picking up the meaning of a true artistic portrait so well that all of them had steered clear of the word that could destroy any positive reputation they had incurred while attending this summer instruction. Devlin smirked; it was actually kinda cute, like a small child desperately trying to remember the rules of a game. Devlin stood smoothly then, walking around to the front of his mahogany desk and sitting on the edge he gave his students a sweeping glance before addressing them.

    “I must say that I am impressed with all of you,” Devlin spoke in that well bred, elegant voice of his, “However, it has occurred to me that each and every one of you have conveniently bypassed the word ‘Passion’,” he kept his features nonchalant as he watched some of the adults squirm, “I assure you that you have no reason to be afraid of this word. Think beyond the obvious images this word invokes,” Devlin paused as the bell sounded the end of class.

    Devlin stood up and raise a hand to stop them from running off just yet spoke again, “Tomorrow I want all the portraits to represent ‘Passion’,” he smiled lightly at the grumbles before continuing, “Ms. Carlin and Ms. Francisco, may I speak with you two quickly?”

    As the rest of the class filed out Spencer walked to the front of the room, her portfolio tucked under her arm. Spencer looked over at the other girl who had been called forward, if she remembers correctly her name was Jessica. They both reached the desk at the same time looking down at Professor Devlin now that he was seated in his small leather chair. Spencer always thought it was too small for Devlin; he was a grand man who needed grand things.

    Jessica made a smile then quickly began talking before her Professor could speak, “I have a drawing up in the art room that I need to get down. It was from this morning, but Professor Smith wants everyone to take them home today.”

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    1. Wow. I feel like that should have been NC-17 because it was so fucking hot. I’m loving this story so much, I can’t wait to see where you go with the remaining emotions Spencer has to photograph. Oh, one more thing, Damn that was hot.

    2. Wow. I feel like that should have been NC-17 because it was so fucking hot. I’m loving this story so much, I can’t wait to see where you go with the remaining emotions Spencer has to photograph. Oh, one more thing, Damn that was hot.

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