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The Foreign Student

You know it’s going to be one of those days when you have to hurry and rush around straight from the word go in the morning. I’m Jet, I’m forty five, five foot six inches tall, black hair (what’s left of it), brown eyes and slim to medium build. What else do you want to know? Ah yes, I live alone, divorced for six years and I’m a college lecturer in mathematics, I think that’s it. Oh, most of the students I teach are foreign, mainly European. As I said, I had to rush around; I was trying to gather up all the papers I had marked the night before, so that I could hand them back to the students that Friday. It was all for end of the summer term and for most of them it was end of their placement as well, before the final exam next week. The main reason I had to rush around was that I also tried to get things together for a weekend away to see a friend. Anyway, I was at the college and had handed out the papers earlier that morning and it had come to the end of the school day. Only a few days left before the final exam and for most of my students it was their final term before they went back to their home countries. All my students did well in the paper I had set out and then marked. There was this one girl, called Ellie, who was a bit of a book-worm and she strived to do well in everything. I say that because although I marked her paper and she got good grades, they were lower than her expectations. I just finished tidying my desk and got up to leave, when there was a knock on ...

... my door. I opened the door and there stood Ellie. she was holding her marked paper in her hand. She looked a bit glum and I knew instantly that it was because of a lower mark than she expected. I said, “Hello Ellie, can I help you?” She raised the paper and said, “Mr James, I not do well in test.” Okay her English is a bit broken but is passable for a foreign student. Ellie is a very pretty girl; I have never seen her out of school and never seen her in anything other than a long skirt and a blouse with a jumper on top. Ellie is almost nineteen years old, she is from Latvia in Europe. She has long blond hair and green eyes. A very slim girl and at around six foot three she towers over me. She is sort of tanned but I’m pretty sure it’s her natural skin tone. She hardly wears any make up, complying with the school rule, but even so a very pretty girl. There is no doubt about how pretty Ellie is, in my eyes and I’m sure half the school, she looks like she could be a model. If mathematics does not work out for her then any modelling agency would love to have her I’m certain. Oh, and she very noticeably has an ample bosom. I asked her to come in and sit down and said to her, “Ellie, you did very well in this test you came sixth out of a class of twenty five. And in the whole year group, you came sixteenth. You will do fine in the exam next week.” She pointed to the mark I had given her and said, “I do better, where I is wrong?” No matter what I said she still argued that she could ...