By the time Emily finally got into university, she decided that yes she was going to sell her body to gross men who can't get a girl unless they pay. Most people called this 'prostitution' but Emily liked to call it 'charity'. Doing this charity made her feel good about herself because she was helping those in need.
Emily was estatic for her first day in her new comm tech class. She loved doing work on computers and couldn't wait to do Photoshop. As she sat down at her seat her teacher turned around. Emily's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Standing at the front of the class was the one and only Marc Dubeau.
As their eyes met Emily gasped in shock. She couldn't believe how well he had aged. 'He still looks feisty hot' she whispered to herself, making all the eyes around her give her a strange look.
Emily wanted to grab his butt. Before she could control herself, Emily ran up to him and grasped his left buttocks as hard as she could showing her dominance. Marc let out a pleasurable whine.
Marc gazed into Emily's blue eyes and happily sighed. He always felt a connection with Emily but was unable to say anything in high school because she was a minor and he didn't want to go to jail. Marc was so happy that Emily felt the same way.
