Title - Black Widow Author - Spookysister7 Email address - spookysister7@hotmail.com URL - http://www.angelfire.com/theforce/spookysister7/index.html Rating - PG implied sexual ref, kinda. Feedback - Please, oh please, oh please!!! I'm young, I'm stupid, I need help! Thanx! Disclaimer - Mine! Sorry about using your names, guys! This story is not real! (I hope!) FO is Nick's (R) Black Widow The Dean is Mr. Crocker (Fairly Oddparents). Gram R. has a bald spot and is talking to Andy and Nelson at a table in a classroom hallway. They are all about 25. A sexy girl in tight jean shorts and a form fitting t-shirt walks in a room across the hall. They watch her go in and soon after hear footsteps coming towards them. The Dean stomps down the hall and storms into the room they had just seen the girl go into. The guys look at each other, thinking that this may put a stop to the things she has been doing in there. The Dean walks in to see the girl standing on a table peering into an overhead light. He clears his throat and she turns, looking embarrassed. He shuts the door behind him and pulls a pair of lacy black underwear out of his pocket. "Looking for these?" He asks. For a second she looks ashamed and scared, staring into the stern face of the Dean. Then she slips off the table and saunters towards him. As she gets closer, she reaches down and unbuttons her jean shorts. She stands a foot away from him as she begins to unzip. "Thanks. I guess I'll put them on now." The Dean's eyes widen as he gulps and pales. He throws the underwear at her and turns away. She puts on the underwear and zips her shorts. "Okay, I'm decent. You can turn around now." The Dean squares his shoulders and turns to chew her out. She's standing inches away from him, almost eye level. "Young... young lady, at first I didn't believe the reports of your behavior, but with this proof, it is hard to deny. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" "Well, you could have just asked me." She said as she moved closer to him, fiddling with the buttons on his dress shirt. "After all, if it is proof you needed..." Her voice faded away as her fingers undid the rest of the buttons he was not even aware she was undoing. She slid her hands across his thin chest, and he backed up, overwhelmed. As his back hit the door and his fingers brushed the knob, her lips made tiny imprints up his chest and towards his neck. He flushed and scrambled out the door, shirt tails flying. The guys had wondered how his correction was going, and the sight of lipstick trailing up his chest was a good indication. Gram and Nelson half grinned, but Andy shook his head in disgust. "At least that one got out with his pants on." He growled to himself. The girl stood in the doorway applying a new layer of lipstick. She looked around the hall, empty except for the guys. She sauntered over. Nelson gulped and Gram grinned, but Andy's scowl never wavered. The girl reached the table and perched on the corner. "I see you lost one this time." Andy said sarcastically. She reached up to play with his hair, and he jerked out of reach. "I like your hair." She said, smiling. "Why did you let him get away?" Andy asked. "Too much for one day?" "Oh, baby, you know I like my men strong, dark... and young. You fit perfectly, he didn't." "Don't call me baby." "Okay, Andy." She whispered breathlessly, leaning towards him. "You're a challenge. I like a challenge." Andy sat back, arms crossed, as she sauntered off, swaying from side to side, and waved back at them. "Bye, boys, see you soon."