MOTW - The Fourth Apprentice - Page 34

Originally posted by: Summer3

So far 42 pages and I see

MOTW Answers : 10, 15, 38 😆

Originally posted by: Midnight_Shade

Ramro? Where'dya get that from, summer?😆 Debs is a 15 yr old baby while Empti is a grown-up man...how can there be a competition? 😆

Glad you liked it anyway. =) I'm off for now.

Originally posted by: Midnight_Shade

You're asking me to dig a hole for myself? Anyway, since I'm having to dig a hole for myself, I'm gonna have to throw the dirt on someone too, ain't that right? ahem ahem Empti, whaddya think? I'm sure you don't mind a little dirt, do you? Especially when it's coming for me.😆

Here's a little character description.
Empti - The only public speaking teacher at Berkeley High School along with photography on the side. He has the tendency to crush on his students - Middy, Woh Ajnabee, Naked Face, Meena, and so forth.

Cuckoocutter - He's Empti's assistant and often crushes on his students too.

Middy - One of his students in Berkeley High.

Woh Ajnabee - She's another student of Empti. Let's make her the villian lol. To add more, Middy has unintentionally stolen a few guys from her and she's furious in this particular episode. She's nowhere to be seen. Yet a part of Middy's mind latches on to how she must have felt when the tide turned over and all of the guys slipped out of her hands right onto Middy's lap.

Moving on the the story -

"Mr. Empti?" Middy called, tugging open the first four of heavy black curtains that led into his PM inbox aka the dark room. "Mr. Empti, can I get a minute of your time?"
Empti responded in delight, "Sure, Middy, come on in, careful with the curtains though."
After a long day, a quiet hung over the school, broken only by the laughter of a few stray girls around. Middy had stayed behind to see if she could remedy the sticky MOTW situation she's got into. Not that she'd got it out of merit, but she'd taken enough away from Woh Ajnabee already. Becoming MOTW would just be one more thing she got without really wanting it.
Just like a certain cutter who's fond of cutting the cuckoos around him?

Middy slipped inside the darkroom, making sure the curtains swung closed behind her to block out every bit of light. A special darkroom lamp glowed her head, but it was still hard to see. She started getting goosebumps on her bare arms and legs. The darkroom always gave her the chills.

Mr. Empti was the only cool young male teacher at Berkeley High. Except he thought he was cooler, younger, and better looking than he actually was. Musically and photographically inclined that he was, he wore horn rimmed glasses and tight, half-sleeved Tees to show off his buff, well-toned chest, biceps and triceps. He very sexily tousled his hair and inserted the odd Nepali words whenever he could to impress Middy.

"Ah, Middy," he exclaimed, pushing away the chocolate chip cookies he'd been snacking on while remembering Woh Ajnabee and what she'd have made of his sudden lack of interest in her. As soon as Middy appeared in front of him, he dropped the cookie on the floor and spread his arms out wide. "What a pleasure to see you, mero maya".

Talking to teacher outside of class, in a dark room, was a little embarrassing.
Especially when you suspected that the teacher had a teeny weeny crush on you.

"Mr. Empti, I just wanted to thank you for being there for me in the MOTW thread." Middy told him. Middy was a little nervous and stuck her thumb in her mouth and began chewing the nail. (Note to all: Only ridiculously beautiful girls can get away with this gross-some behavior.)

"Anyway," she continued, "I just wanted you to know that I'm wondering if you will provide me a helping hand in all the story tasks they've dumped on me. I've never been that good at composing stories."
Plus, Woh Ajnabee is the other person who would really want to compose stories in her MOTW thread. I'm afraid she might murder me in my sleep if I take that right away from her.

Empti took off his glasses and began to clean them with the bottom of his tee, thus, exposing a bare patch of his buff stomach. Middy tried not to stare but his bare skin show seemed totally indecent, like he was flashing her or something.

"You know why I'm in your MOTW show, actively dissecting your stories and tasks, don't you?" he asked, checking her out as he continued to clean his glasses.

Middy mused, "Because you've got hots for me?" Of course she didn't dare say it out loud.

"Well..." Middy began, searching for an excuse to turn and flee. Empti put his glasses back on and sat back on his stool. "Middy, I've been watching you since I came here as Empti. I love the way you pwn people. I fondly remember the way you had pwned me in the compliment thread too. And I know it sounds corny, but you really lit up my dark room." He stopped to clear his throat, clearly too nervous to think of any words in Nepali. "If I weren't your teacher, I'd......"

Some advice: Run, girl, run!!!

Middy was pretty sure she didn't want to hear anything more. "Um, Mr. Empti, I hate to say that I really have to go. I just wanted to say thanks for being so supportive." He was sitting right in front of her. "I guess I'll speak to you later, once I'm done with my MOTW show," she added with faux cheerfulness. Then she turned to push her way through the heavy curtains.

Something slipped out of Empti's mouth, "Wait."

Middy was startled and started getting chills. She trembled in her white baby tee. She could hear voices outside the darkroom. Someone would hear her if she yelled loudly. After much thought, she turned around and said, "I really have to go."

Mr. Empti walked toward her. "May I...." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Would you mind if I just ... gave you a sano, sano, kiss?" He asked quietly, pinching together his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate how small the kiss would be.

Middy, as much as she wanted to get rid of this tricky situation, she was reluctant to turn this into a big issue. She could ask him to f**k off. Or she could freak out and run up to the MOD (RTH) and turn him in. Or she could just let him give her a wee lil kiss to remember her by and then just forget about it for good.

She shrugged and offered her smooth, buttery textured, sun-tanned cheek, making it obvious that he wasn't about to get any lip action.
He took a step forward and carefully planted a kiss on her cheek and breathed wistfully, "Dherai Dherai dhanyavad" thanking her in Nepali.

Finally, he flung open the darkroom curtains to let her know that he had no intention of molesting her any further. "Bye, Middy."

Middy hopped out of the dark room like a cheer leading preppy girl would out of a science exhibition.

Just outside the dark room stood cuckoocutter. "Ooh, you little she-devil," he cooed. Middy, flabbergasted, looked like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar. Cuckoo suspected something fishy.

Middy fought back a fit of giggles, suddenly feeling like an overly-inflated balloon. How bizarre life was. She grinned at cuckoocutter.

Oh, the things we teenager girls get away with. Now, run, baby, RUN! Middy logs off....to reality.

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Phew, that took a while. Yup, there goes my boring love story.

Originally posted by: krystal_watz

^6 sigh! is all i can say.

wise folks say thirst of spice is insatiable.😍

Originally posted by: Midnight_Shade

You're asking me to dig a hole for myself? Anyway, since I'm having to dig a hole for myself, I'm gonna have to throw the dirt on someone too, ain't that right? ahem ahem Empti, whaddya think? I'm sure you don't mind a little dirt, do you? Especially when it's coming for me.😆

Here's a little character description.
Empti - The only public speaking teacher at Berkeley High School along with photography on the side. He has the tendency to crush on his students - Middy, Woh Ajnabee, Naked Face, Meena, and so forth.

Cuckoocutter - He's Empti's assistant and often crushes on his students too.

Middy - One of his students in Berkeley High.

Woh Ajnabee - She's another student of Empti. Let's make her the villian lol. To add more, Middy has unintentionally stolen a few guys from her and she's furious in this particular episode. She's nowhere to be seen. Yet a part of Middy's mind latches on to how she must have felt when the tide turned over and all of the guys slipped out of her hands right onto Middy's lap.

Moving on the the story -

"Mr. Empti?" Middy called, tugging open the first four of heavy black curtains that led into his PM inbox aka the dark room. "Mr. Empti, can I get a minute of your time?"
Empti responded in delight, "Sure, Middy, come on in, careful with the curtains though."
After a long day, a quiet hung over the school, broken only by the laughter of a few stray girls around. Middy had stayed behind to see if she could remedy the sticky MOTW situation she's got into. Not that she'd got it out of merit, but she'd taken enough away from Woh Ajnabee already. Becoming MOTW would just be one more thing she got without really wanting it.
Just like a certain cutter who's fond of cutting the cuckoos around him?

Middy slipped inside the darkroom, making sure the curtains swung closed behind her to block out every bit of light. A special darkroom lamp glowed her head, but it was still hard to see. She started getting goosebumps on her bare arms and legs. The darkroom always gave her the chills.

Mr. Empti was the only cool young male teacher at Berkeley High. Except he thought he was cooler, younger, and better looking than he actually was. Musically and photographically inclined that he was, he wore horn rimmed glasses and tight, half-sleeved Tees to show off his buff, well-toned chest, biceps and triceps. He very sexily tousled his hair and inserted the odd Nepali words whenever he could to impress Middy.

"Ah, Middy," he exclaimed, pushing away the chocolate chip cookies he'd been snacking on while remembering Woh Ajnabee and what she'd have made of his sudden lack of interest in her. As soon as Middy appeared in front of him, he dropped the cookie on the floor and spread his arms out wide. "What a pleasure to see you, mero maya".

Talking to teacher outside of class, in a dark room, was a little embarrassing.
Especially when you suspected that the teacher had a teeny weeny crush on you.

"Mr. Empti, I just wanted to thank you for being there for me in the MOTW thread." Middy told him. Middy was a little nervous and stuck her thumb in her mouth and began chewing the nail. (Note to all: Only ridiculously beautiful girls can get away with this gross-some behavior.)

"Anyway," she continued, "I just wanted you to know that I'm wondering if you will provide me a helping hand in all the story tasks they've dumped on me. I've never been that good at composing stories."
Plus, Woh Ajnabee is the other person who would really want to compose stories in her MOTW thread. I'm afraid she might murder me in my sleep if I take that right away from her.

Empti took off his glasses and began to clean them with the bottom of his tee, thus, exposing a bare patch of his buff stomach. Middy tried not to stare but his bare skin show seemed totally indecent, like he was flashing her or something.

"You know why I'm in your MOTW show, actively dissecting your stories and tasks, don't you?" he asked, checking her out as he continued to clean his glasses.

Middy mused, "Because you've got hots for me?" Of course she didn't dare say it out loud.

"Well..." Middy began, searching for an excuse to turn and flee. Empti put his glasses back on and sat back on his stool. "Middy, I've been watching you since I came here as Empti. I love the way you pwn people. I fondly remember the way you had pwned me in the compliment thread too. And I know it sounds corny, but you really lit up my dark room." He stopped to clear his throat, clearly too nervous to think of any words in Nepali. "If I weren't your teacher, I'd......"

Some advice: Run, girl, run!!!

Middy was pretty sure she didn't want to hear anything more. "Um, Mr. Empti, I hate to say that I really have to go. I just wanted to say thanks for being so supportive." He was sitting right in front of her. "I guess I'll speak to you later, once I'm done with my MOTW show," she added with faux cheerfulness. Then she turned to push her way through the heavy curtains.

Something slipped out of Empti's mouth, "Wait."

Middy was startled and started getting chills. She trembled in her white baby tee. She could hear voices outside the darkroom. Someone would hear her if she yelled loudly. After much thought, she turned around and said, "I really have to go."

Mr. Empti walked toward her. "May I...." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Would you mind if I just ... gave you a sano, sano, kiss?" He asked quietly, pinching together his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate how small the kiss would be.

Middy, as much as she wanted to get rid of this tricky situation, she was reluctant to turn this into a big issue. She could ask him to f**k off. Or she could freak out and run up to the MOD (RTH) and turn him in. Or she could just let him give her a wee lil kiss to remember her by and then just forget about it for good.

She shrugged and offered her smooth, buttery textured, sun-tanned cheek, making it obvious that he wasn't about to get any lip action.
He took a step forward and carefully planted a kiss on her cheek and breathed wistfully, "Dherai Dherai dhanyavad" thanking her in Nepali.

Finally, he flung open the darkroom curtains to let her know that he had no intention of molesting her any further. "Bye, Middy."

Middy hopped out of the dark room like a cheer leading preppy girl would out of a science exhibition.

Just outside the dark room stood cuckoocutter. "Ooh, you little she-devil," he cooed. Middy, flabbergasted, looked like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar. Cuckoo suspected something fishy.

Middy fought back a fit of giggles, suddenly feeling like an overly-inflated balloon. How bizarre life was. She grinned at cuckoocutter.

Oh, the things we teenager girls get away with. Now, run, baby, RUN! Middy logs off....to reality.

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Phew, that took a while. Yup, there goes my boring love story.

Originally posted by: Midnight_Shade

Edited by Believe - 15 years ago