Mark

He...was introducing himself. At the back of the class, where every wanna-bee has 'fun' with the jockeys, one girl stands up to iterate, "Hey, Klarksman! Are you from England!?"

Her annoying voice had undone all the happiness from my body. So much so that my wet pussy dried up like a seaweed! The class abruptly burst into laughter, there was a thing towards (against) British people in this campus, apparently.

"I'm so glad you're having a brain to comprehend I'm from England, lady. I see that you're a blonde. How about we start the game soon?"

The blonde's face went red.

"I- I dyed it blond. I'm not Blonde..." She said in a low voice. But the class was so quiet that i could hear my own heartbeat.

"Well, you're still American."

(No offense to my readers at all. You're great, 'Cause you're reading this book)

The said blonde was now humbled. He made her sink back into her seat, and I, couldn't help but laugh as the arrogant brat was put into place. The teacher introduced herself, and sm