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“I-I mean, so does that mean that I won’t hold any responsibility for that child? That I won—“ “You don’t have to worry about that, Miss Laurier. The deal is to carry my child alone.” I wanted to ask more about it but I chose to keep quiet and nod my head even though I am still confuse on what may happen in the future. I wet my lips as I went back on the papers once again until I reach the last page of the document. “The relationship of both parties should be hidden, given from the fact that they are in student-teacher relationship…” I look up at him. “So how are we supposed to work my condition in this deal?” “You mean our business to the ex-boyfriend?”

"I couldn't see who. The dream doesn't give names, usually. But the feeling of it — it's someone we've already allowed close." I sat with that. The Teaching Practice had received students. It had corresponded with dozens of people. It had welcomed visitors and built relationships and created exactly the kind of open, trusting environment that made it work. It had also, in doing all of those things, created exactly the kind of proximity that someone like Ferris could exploit if he was patient enough and subtle enough. "Tell Caelen," I said. "I already did," she said. "On my way here. He said he would begin a review of every person currently in correspondence and every student who has passed t

Kaluna slowed her footsteps when she heard a female voice from the teacher's office whose door was open. "Sorry, I can't." Kaluna's eyes widened when he heard Estefan's voice replying in his signature flat tone. "But Sir, I really like you ... Can't you accept my feelings?" "You should be aware of the status between you and me, because teachers and students are not entitled to have a special relationship beyond anything." Estefan cut in coldly and firmly. Kaluna glanced slightly through the crack of the door and saw the female student forced herself to smile but was not strong enough to reply to Estefan's words.

The instructor choked up and froze in place. “Do you like Robert Ares?” He chased after her and talked endlessly, “So you refused our pursuit because you like Robert?” Since the truth had been exposed, she frankly confessed, “Yes. I do like him. I only took this troublesome job as a military instructor because of him.” “You’re a teacher and he’s a student. This is a teacher-student relationship and it’s illegal. You’ll get punished for this.” Whitney scoffed. “Since when were we in a relationship?”

with that, she stood up with her empty plate and walked away. Everything is just so confusing... he was unusually nice today... I mean it's not everyday an overly egotistical professor gives up his lunch for a student. Of course, he sent me on a painful errand and made me scavenge shelves on an empty stomach and all that, but that only gave me more time with him. I don't want to like his company, but subconcsiously, I do. And I guess Madelyn was right. You can't choose who you... but no. I'm not falling for him. It's nothing like that. It's just all about developing a healthy student-teacher relationship. I can't take the risk of falling-

I know I'm not 'normal', I'll never be. "Only for certain people." She pulls me closer to her, forcing my hand to palm her breast. I have this urge to take my hand off, but I don't. I enjoy the burning nausea I'm feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Won't you get in trouble for this? I mean student teacher relationships are not allowed. You could get fired and I could get expelled." I wasn't that cautious when I was shoving my dick down Marcus's throat though. The thought of it makes me tent a little. She sees it and purrs. "If you won't snitch, I don't see how the school board would find out."

He really wasn’t going to let it go. “Yeah. From the second I saw him.” I tell him everything but the nude art house, he didn’t need to know that. “But are there rules against student and teacher relationships?” “I don’t know and i don’t care. I don’t want a relationship, if it happens just once I think I’ll be fine.” “Wow. All of that dedication for just one time?” I shrug, I knew after my hunger for him was satiated i would be fine. “That’s more than a lot of guys are willing to do. Do you want my help?”

“You are aware of why you are here.” “Yes,” I replied evenly. “This institution has received formal complaints regarding your conduct,” another member said. “Specifically concerning an inappropriate relationship with a student.” My stomach tightened, but my voice did not waver. “Aiden is no longer my student.” “Was,” the chairman corrected. “At the time the relationship began.” I inhaled slowly. “We did not act on anything while he was under my academic authority.” A murmur passed between them. “You are aware,” the third member said, “that power imbalance is not solely defined by grading or classroom authority.”

I open my laptop. The university's internal portal loads slowly. Policies. Ethics guidelines. Faculty conduct. I scroll until I find the section I already know too well. Staff–Student Relationships. Clear. Direct. Unambiguous. Academic staff must not engage in romantic or sexual relationships with students they teach or supervise. Violation risks disciplinary action. Suspension. Termination. The policy exists for good reason. Power imbalance. Academic integrity. Professional ethics. Every argument makes perfect sense. And yet— My mind returns to the lab. Céline sitting at that loom. The quiet focus in her eyes. The silk thread moving between her fingers like she had been born doing it. Not f

There happened to be a new student who couldn't understand the benign relations that existed between the teacher and his pupils. "How can you control your emotions while sitting among the young girls and boys?" Vicky replied with a smile and said, "I have very pure and sacred relationships with all my pupils. They are very innocent and good at heart." "Well, I don't get you," he replied. With time, his reservations grew worse, and he tried to justify his point of view, but Vicky didn't bother much.