Despite all her worries, the student bent over inside one of the booths. The booth had small walls on either side with a place to rest books and other supplies to read without outside distractions. Vera moved the chair as it was unnecessary, the table in the booth would support the woman's upper body as she was left bent over and exposed to her Mistress.

"Shh.." she hushed the woman and stroked her long hair, "You poor thing, worrying about what others think of you while trying to please me. You know by now my expectations, my standards. Those should be the only things you worry about. Ask yourself, will this make your Mistress happy?" Vera took both of Anne's wrists and moved them behind her back. She held them both in one hand, binding them though it would take little effort to break free. But, the makeshift binding will help give her pet that feeling of helpless vulnerbility like those other times they were together.

Vera took two fingers and slid them slowly up the student's inner thigh, making her feel it go closer and closer to those panty covered folds. She traced the edge of the undergarment before slipping under it. "Oh my," she cooed softly, "You are already wet. You must have missed me so much." The Head Girl cooed softly. "Tell your Mistress how much you missed her, slave." Her fingertips traced the glistening slit up and down in a slow methodic pace. This could be really bad if someone saw this but the Head Girl seemed unconcerned. She would show her pet that she belonged to her Mistress inside and outside her suite. She will awaken those desires for more than just special occasions. She would treat her pet for good behavior and bad to ensure she remains hungry for more.

Anne's worrys about her rather exposed position (made worse by the damnably short skirts that made up the uniform!) dropped briefly off the map as the Head Girl let her fingers trail through Anne's hair. The contact was something her fantasys couldn't replicate and she almost purred like a large cat, an entirely pleasurable shiver running straight down her back.

The words flowed through her, the delicate lilt of Vera's only intensifying the feeling despite the actual words. Far too quickly Anne found herself lost in that sensation. It was so small, like a pebble dropped into the ocean but it rippled outwards from Annes centre and she practically melted, finding that she had really missed Vera... again, more than she would have ever admitted, even to herself. As a result she made no effort at all to prevent the Head Girl binding her wrists behind her back.

The words themselves registered, but slowly. That familiar feeling of disquiet about what Vera intended resurfaced and her muscles in her legs tensed, ready to make her shift to give some distance between her and the Head Girl. Enough distance to get her mind out of its sudden yearning she was experiancing but she was far too slow. Practically as her legs had tensed Vera ran her fingers up Anne's leg and she almost melted yet again. Inch by torturous inch Anne felt those fingers trace up her thigh towards her sex and as each moment passed she felt her heart pound harder, her breathing deepening with desire.

As Vera's fingers slipped under her panties, for a moment Anne didn't care who could be watching. Her worries left her and was replaced just with a moment where thought didn't matter. Just Vera's fingers moving along her soaked netherlips. If she were in any condition to think straight she would have been rather disconcerted at quite how fast her body reacted to the Head Girl, but she was having a hard enough time listening to the words, which sounded like they came from a long way away to Anne's ears.

"Oh Mistress" Anne said, her voice coming out as a breathy sigh as she lost herself n the moment, her hips moving of there own accord ever so gently with Vera's fingers "I really have... Please... Please don't stop!"

With just a touch of Vera's fingers, she had turned the once irritable student into putty. The woman rocked her body against her stroking fingers, dragging her breasts over the smooth surface of the counter infront of her. Yes, the training was going perfectly. Like a lightswitch, she had already turned the woman's mind to slave. Already, the woman was begging for more and things have not even started yet.

"Shh... You have been a naughty girl today, my little pet," she cooed, "You lost your temper and lashed out at your Mistress. That will not do at all. You should only have loving thoughts of your owner. I am here to help you, remember. You want me to help you over and over again. I want you to tell me how much you love me, need me, and how you like being my little toy. Keep telling me again and again until I tell you to stop. If you hesitate for even a second, my pet, the pleasure will stop and I will leave. Begin now."

The Head Girl would say nothing more as her fingers sawed along those dripping netherlips. Two fingers would tweak and tease the woman's clitoris. She was slow, methodical as she brought erotic agony to the helpless nub of nerves. She would make the woman wetter than ever before before sliding her thumb deep into the welcoming passage. As long as Anne kept chanting her own self made mantra, Vera would continue to add more and more to routine.

She would slowly slide two fingers into the student's folds next. While they moved in, her now dripping wet thumb would slide between the woman's cheeks and into her tight little ass. She jabbed gently at first with each thrust, each time prodding a bit deeper until her thumb as sliding into Anne's anus while her fingers filled her cunt. "That's it, keep telling me your needs," she whispered, "Put your heart and soul into every word, my precious pet."

If Vera had injected anything but the soft, almost loving tone into her voice it might have broken the spell that Anne found herself under. But the Head Girl knew far better than that. Instead she let Anne wrap herself up in her own lust, fueled by her emotions for the woman standing just behind her, manipulating her body like she knew it better than Anne herself.

"I Love you Mistress, I need you and I love being your toy"

Once, before she balked at using the word "love" even in jest, let alone referring to herself as someones toy. The time apart, combined with Anne's own libido running amok under Vera's touch had removed that barrier, however briefly. She lay there, breasts squashed between her and the table with her legs spread as the Head Girl effortlessly pulled her panties across for all the access she needed.

"I Love you Mistress, I need you and I love being your toy"

Each touch seemed to bring Anne further down the road towards her impending orgasm, but as always Vera knew exactly what she was doing and she was intensifying the fire that was raging through Anne, obliterating whatever resistance.. or even any thought against the words she was saying, over and over again. Her nipples felt like they were trying to punch a hole through the hard table and her breath was coming in gasps, the words coming out a little slurred as she tried to breathe, swallow and continue her mantra beyond her bodys wanton lust.

"I Love you my Mistress, I need you and I love being your t-toy"

Mind in a fog, she felt Vera's hand move from her clit and pussy just for a moment, before sliding into her. She almost came on the spot at the penetration and a long low moan escaping her lips, a little too loud. If someone were listening, close to the back of the library it might have been heard but Anne was far beyond caring, or even thinking about something like that. She could hear the wet, liquid sounds of her own soaked pussy as it was manipulated. As before though, Vera knew exactly what she was doing and carefully prevented Anne from coming, instead just letting her build further than she believed was possible.

"I L-love you my Mistress, I need you and I.. I love being your toy"

Her thumb pushed into her anus with only a little resistance. Despite its tightness the amount of lubrication that Anne was producing made it easy to penetrate her. As Anne felt Vera's thumb enter her her body tensed, muscles going tight against the intrusion and her mantra faltered briefly as another gasp left her lips.

"I Love you Mistr.. Ahhhh.... I.. I love you My Mistress, I.. I need you and I love being your toy"

She felt full. So gloriously full but she couldn't come. Vera wouldn't let her. She needed just a tiny bit more and she would end up screaming the place down but she couldn't even get her body to operate to move. Her mind just kept repeating the mantra as she was fucked across a table in the library, oblivious to everything around her, or even the meaning behind what she was saying. All her thoughts and mind were on what was being done, and who was doing it.

Anne kept chanting the words over and over. Even as soft moans escaped her, she kept repeating the mantra. Vera's fingers kept pushing deeper and deeper into those trembling folds. Her thumb was hugged tightly by the student's ass but she kept forcing it in until she was pushing the whole length of her thumb into her. Her fingers would change from thrusting into her folds to sawing along the swollen netherlips and stroking her vulnerable pearl instead. But she kept her promise, Anne kept chanting and the pleasure just kept coming.

"Such a good girl," she whispered, "You like being a good girl. You like serving your Mistress. Now listen, my pet. I am going to give you what you desire most right now. But, you must not say a word. If someone hears you, I will have to stop and leave you unsatisfied. Do you understand?" Vera would keep the insane pace going until her slave responded. Only then would she pick up the pace. Fingers going into her sex and thumb going into her anus, Vera pumped her digits. Her fingers curled upwards, dragging along the woman's g-spot with each passing stroke. It was certainly faster but not so fast that it would all come to a end to quickly. She would nudge Anne's will little by little until she tumbles off the edge right into blissful oblivion.

Once her pet came, Vera's fingers would continue the slow thrusts through the orgasm. Would Anne be able to mute her cries of bliss or will students begin to wonder what exactly is happening back here in the library?

"I.. I Love you Mistress, I.. I n..need you and... and... Ahh... I love being your toy"

Anne repeated herself twice more before Vera's words finally worked there way through her brain to a point where she understood. Her entire body was trembilling with lust, fire dancing between her nerves, searing its way from one cell to the next swamping her mind under the pure sensation her body was throwing at her, amplified beyond all measure from who was doing it. Nodding her head with an affirmitive shake she squeezed her eyes mouth tighly shut, trying to brace herself.

Seconds rolled by and she felt the change in her body. Her toes curled inside her shoes and her hands clenched against the light bonds as the pressure within her shifted subtly, the fire in her veins freezing in place, merely building in strength as opposed to roaring through her veins, each thrust inside her adding too it until Anne thought she was going to explode, her tensed body, trying to hold all sound within it only heightening the sensations.

A second later, the storm broke inside her. Her nerves screamed in joyeous release and her eyes flashed open, the green in her eyes just a thin band around huge black orbs as her soul screamed with joyous ecstasy. Her arms tightened behind her back, fingers interlacing behind herself, her fingernails digging into the skin of the opposing hand leaving deep cresent imprints. She hunched, the orgasm tearing though her and she tried desperately to supress the sound as he came.

Her pussy and anus clamped down on the invading fingers hard, squeezing them rhythmically, almost trying to pull them deeper into herself, the soft liquid sounds intensifying in volume as her come escaped her folds, soaking Vera's hand and starting to trickle down her legs. The smell of sex permetated the air and Anne barely held to the thought that she mustn't make a sound.

She managed to keep her mouth shut, but a low keening escaped her throat, muffled by her closed mouth. It cut off within moments and was replaced by a audible gasp as her mouth flew open, her body demanding more oxygen to fuel the raging inferno that her body was producing. She panted, a fleck of drool escaping her body shivering her eyes bright but unseeing as her world was swallowed up in a white haze, but somehow, wether it was for herself or for Vera, aside from the low keen and her harsh breathing filling the small cubicle she managed to keep mostly quiet.

The student was reacting perfectly. The climax had scrambled her thoughts even further as she stopped chanting and focused on remaining as silent as possible. For the most part, Anne succeeded. The low cry was kept mostly contained in the booth. Being a slave in training, Vera could not expect perfection on her first try. She could punish the woman further but she could not bring herself to do so after her pet has pleased her so much.

Anne was left gasping as she rested on the small table. Vera's fingers and thumb went all the way in one last time before sliding out with a wet pop. She pulled the woman backwards, letting her weary form slump into the nearby chair. The student was learing how good it felt to obey her superior. Would that lesson remain in her head or will she lash out from this sudden violation? The Head Girl stroked Anne's long black hair as she brought her glistening fingers before her. They remained there, expecting to be cleaned by the woman who moistened them in the first place.

"Good girl," she cooed softly, "You kept the noise to a minimum. I expect you to learn how to silence yourself further. Your fellow classmates will not understand that you have certain needs that need satisfying. I trust that was very satisfying, my pet." Vera continued to pet the woman's hair, letting the student bask in her afterglow and recover from the sexual ordeal. "You mentioned wishing to gain my respect. Why not just see me and ask directly instead of fumbling around with bullies? Do you still wish to gain my respect, your Mistress's notice?"

Between gasps of breath, the world slowly started to resolve back into some sort of focus. The white haze that obliterated her vision faded and she She found she was still lying exactly where she was, hands tied behind her. As she recouped her wits she felt Vera's fingers slide out of her, her sensitive cunt and ass only releasing the digits with reluctance, creating a rather lewd popping sound. Moments later she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. Without thinking she moved with the motion, finding that the hand guided her flawlessly back onto one of the chairs in the booth.

Her skin still tingled, little traces of that fire that had so overwhelmed her still dancing across her skin and creating little eddies on her scalp as Vera's hands rand through her hair. Without thinking she moved her head under Vera's hands, enjoying the contact immensly. She felt... Good. Better than good! She felt satisfied and... well... Happy. As she sat, her breathing she smelt before she registered her own smell just under her own nose as Vera's fingers, glistening with Anne's own come were presented before her. With no hesitation she leant her head forward, taking the digits into her mouth, running her tongue over them and savoring her own taste on Vera's hands. She almost shivered with pleasure at the incredibly simple, but most welcome sensations.

As she cleaned Vera's fingers she listened, the praise only adding to the intense afterglow that was surrounding her. The question came as a surprise however. She remained silent a moment as she tried to remember why she hadn't just gone straight to the Head Girl, her tongue slowing its dance around the come-covered fingers as she thought. She could remember why of course, but the reasoning just seemed silly at that moment. That said, as her body and mind slowly unwound itself that damnable disquiet that plagued her started to re-assert itself. Mistress. Slave. The two words intertwined in her head and a tiny bit of her shivered at the thought of what they could truly mean.

Anne took her time making sure the Vera's come-covered fingers were clean, her tongue moving slowly and deliberately over the perfectly manicured hands as she pulled herself back together. It wasn’t like her, to lose all her control like she had just done. She had fallen to her knees like a well trained animal and had been… what? Raped? Made love too? She knew she wasn’t complaining but… It was here, in the library! Where anyone could have seen! As if she hadn’t already got enough problems. It was madness. Complete and utter madness yet Anne knew she would have done it again - and that simple fact only added to her feeling of worry.

Still… Anne couldn’t deny that she felt a lot for this woman. She wanted Vera to think well of her more than she had any way of expressing. Not only because Anne found that she practically purred whenever Vera was close (such as right at that moment). Not only because she seemed to know Anne’s body better than Anne herself, and could drive her almost out of her mind with lust with what seemed to be no effort. But also the fact that she was so in control of everything. It seemed that nothing phased or even touched her. Not rumours or gossip. Not physical attacks. Nothing. Quite frankly Anne found that intoxicating. To be that in control, not needing anyone or anything… Someone else like her but who had truly managed to remove themselves from that… from ALL kinds of worry… For that, Anne would walk into the fires of Hell itself.

All too soon though, Vera’s fingers were entirely clean and Anne felt them pulled away. It was time to answer. “Yes Mistress” Anne said, the afterglow a little dimmed, but still present despite her ruminations, a soft smile still playing on her face as she felt those little eddies of fire still continue dancing around Vera’s fingertips on her scalp. Tilting her head up to look at Vera's face she looked into her eyes, trying to read what was there. While she knew that she still had a lot to learn from reading people it actually did seem like Vera was most happy with what had occurred. It was another decidedly odd feeling but it didn’t change the answer to the question.

“I really do. I don’t know why… I don’t know how but I really do want to gain your respect. There is so much about you…”

Anne shut her mouth abruptly, embarrassed, and a little worried that she had said too much. Quickly, she resumed talking, answering the other part of the question in an attempt to cover herself.

“I didn’t come to you before because.. well… It seemed like it was something that I should deal with myself. You… I believe that at least I can trust you. Thus.. I am sorry that I didn’t come and see you before.”

Again, she shut her mouth, eyes moving downward to the floor, wondering what would happen now.

Slowly, other emotions began to mix in with the lustful aura flaring around the young woman. But despite any worries the student may have, she still remained obedient and referrred to Vera by her new title. The girl was still purring as she continued to pet those long black strands of hair. It seemed that even if the woman was noticing something wrong, she was making no effort to investigate further or to change things. For all she knew, Anne may look forward to going to library more often now.

"I must say, that is an improvement over your more troublesome days," Vera replied calmly, "Trusting those above you or in positions of authority is important. It pleases me to know you understand that what I do here is important enough to respect and obey. Now if you did that with all your teachers, you will certainly have no worries about your continue attendance here in Shokushu."

Her pet was still reluctant to say entirely how she felt about the Head Girl. Vera was not concerned though. She would continue toying with the woman until she did not know what to think. Fingers stroke through Anne's hair for a bit longer before pulling away. It would be best not to linger in area filled with the stench of sex for too long. "I must go for now, my pet," she said softly, "I seem to have more work to do now involving a group of troublesome students. Thank you for your assistance and I do hope you have learned well from this lesson. I do not like repeating a lecture, Miss Deas. Are there any further questions or worries?"

She would wait to see if there was anything else. But she did need to get on with her afternoon classes as well as deal with those students treating her pet poorly. Shokushu had no use for bullies. They were highly unappealing to both human or monster cept when said bullies were broken. It would give Vera an opportunity to relieve some stress punishing this particular group. Never a dull moment in her line of work it seems.

Anne's eyes narrowed slightly at the Head Girls words. For her, trust was something to be given out sparingly. Reluctantly. And normally over a long period of time! There were a handful of exceptions to this, those individuals that Anne trusted without rhyme or reason. Those few Anne loved and feared in equal measure. She loved the feeling of being able to trust someone, but at the same time feared at how simply vulnurable it made her. Vera most definitely fitted into this category.

And here she was saying she should trust everyone in authority over her... She most definitely didn't care for that idea one bit. Although she did respect those (well... some of those anyway...) that taught her trusting them was a different matter entirely!

Her thoughts on this subject were interrupted as Vera's continued. It gave her a certain little thrum of pleasure to know that those students that had been giving her such a hard time of late were about to suffer a little in return. Although it was accompanied by a little wave of guilt that she had gotten them into trouble, alone with a certain dread that her own foreboding would come true. That it would advance her position from one of simple bullying to a much greater one. That of being targeted for revenge.

There were a hundred questions that Anne would have loved to ask. But, Anne was also concious of the smell permeating the room, as well as the fact that someone might turn up at any point. She had no idea what she looked like but she doubted it was anything she could have easilly gotten away with. With that in mind a quick exit was called for.

"I do have questions Miss Matsumoto." Anne replied, falling back away from calling her Mistress. "But you have things to do as you say... Can I see you later please?"

Anne's cheeks coloured slightly, unused to asking anything like this and a littler worried about being rebuffed.

It did not concern her if Anne had issues with obeying the rest of the staff or not. Vera expects that of her pet and it would be up to the student to decide if she would listen or not. If the woman wanted more opportunities to earn the Head Girl's praise or her touch, she knew what she needed to do.

There was no point in being afraid of retaliation. Vera hated repeating herself and it truly annoyed her to find a student repeating the same mistakes over and over again. To lash out against Anne would be inviting the full wrath of the silver haired Head Girl. That is assuming they connect two and two together. She was going to punish them, that was for certain. But, there was nothing said about the method or order. She may punish them all at once or spread them out so she may have each troublemaker with her full attention. If anything, they would have reason to fear Anne if they believe she was the cause of their punishment.

The Head Girl merely smiled at the question. "I already told you my door is open for any student coming with questions. Please do not make me repeat that a third time," she added before taking her leave. Her long silver hair would trail behind her as she made her way to where she was looking before. Once her book was found, she would properly check it out and leave the library entirely. It would be up to Anne to decide when to come to Vera's suite and in what attire. Would she come with real questions this time or will she come ready to kneel and gain further favor from her lovely Mistress?

Anne sat for a few minutes after watching Vera depart, her mind whirling. She had most definately been given an open invitation to visit Vera at any point she wanted too and she was most definately elated at the prospect. Elated but at the same time terrified. With everything that had just happened it left her feeling rather unsure of herself and what she should do. She waited as long as she thought she should for Vera to leave before moving quietly from the library herself, trying to slip away quietly without anyone paying any attention to her... or worse, making the connection between herself and Vera at the back of the library. Despite what Vera had said she didn't hold much hope of things improving any time soon and she really didn't need to add fuel to the fire!

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A week later Anne was stood in her dorm, her face set into a solid frown as she looked at the pile of clothes on her bed. She had tried on every single item in her dresser and had discarded each one after a quick look in the mirror onto her bed. Nothing suited how she wanted to appear to Vera, not even the very expensive outfit she had purchased last time she visited the penthouse.

The last days had Anne as distracted as before, although this time it wasn't just about how to deal with the incessant bullying that she had been putting up with this last month. If anything, they were becoming easier to deal with as her mind was occupied with a different problem. Her free hours had been taken up thinking about Vera's open invitation to visit the penthouse. She was still elated that she had the invitation... But, as before she still had some serious misgivings about it and exactly what would come of such a visit.

She wanted Vera's respect. She wanted to know what made the Head Girl tick. She wanted Vera's fingers all over her body. She wanted to deal with the simple fact that she couldn't get Vera out of her head! Ultimately though, all of that wasn't enough. The simple fact that tipped the scales and pushed her decision into returning to the penthouse was her own curiousity. Her need to know what was causing that very same feeling that tried to hold her back!

With a sigh she threw herself alongside the pile, boucing as she sat, and started to organise the pile back to put away. Aside from her school uniform, and that outfit It was almost entirely comfy-wear. Jumpers to hide in. Jeans to run in. Skirts that simply covered her legs. All comfy, all practical but there wasn't a single thing that gave the right image of what she wanted to convey! In fact.. she didn't really feel like most of it suited her any more but she couldn't say why. As she hung the last item up she took a long look in the mirror. Her slight form clad in nothing but plain white panties. looked back at her, as pale as ever, but she stood with more confidence, rather than the very body shy little thing she had been a short year ago. (Had it been a year here already?!) It was... strange to be able to look at herself mostly naked without flinching but it didn't help her current problem. With another sigh she turned back and sat back on the bed, and once again tried to figure out what she wanted to convey to Vera... and herself. But how could she dress in a way that felt right when she didn't know what right was?

The decision of what to wear came to her the next day. It was a one of her days off, with no classes and she had decided to update her lacking wardrobe, and thus was rooting around in the shops on campus. She wasn't having much luck, discarding item after item. "Too revealing, too plain, too sexy, too formal, too long, too short too... oh god... thats just awful!" The list went on and on until she came across the school uniform section. A tiny little part of the shop that sold replacement uniforms for those students that needed to replace there uniform for a myriad of reasons. Seeing the pristine uniforms hung up it reminded her of Vera's own dress code. She had never seen the Head Girl out of uniform, and somehow she always looked fantastic in it. In control, and she always looked fantastic in it. The ever present light blue sash that denoted her status as head girl if anything only accenuating her apperance. She wanted her respect, and it brought to mind the old phrase "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"

It didn't answer quite what she thought of herself, or any of the myriad questions she had about herself and everything that seemed so subtly different around her, but at least it was a start. Besides, she had a feeling that Vera might be able to answer some of those questions.

So it was, a little over a week later that Anne knocked on the Head Girls door, dressed in an immaculately clean, pressed uniform. Her hair shone in the light freshly washed and for once brushed behind her ears leaving her face free of stray strands of hair.

It was not a question of if Anne would come but when. The poor girl already claimed she could not stop thinking about the Head Girl and Vera knew her methods were possibly making things worse. She did not worry herself about the matter. She was always prepared for student visitors to her suite though few actually come and see her. But there were those few, those couple of students who sought to go a bit higher than their current place in the school. Others come to remain as they are but properly leashed to someone in a higher position. At this point, there was no way to tell which Anne would fall into. Both paths had very similar results in the end.

Having been a week, Vera had already began punishing the group of bullies. She started with one this week and had her kissing the Head Girl's feet and begging forgiveness within half an hour. She did not mention Anne during the session and for now, there was no way they would find a pattern with just one event. When they do suspect something, it would be far too late. She was not going to tolerate such cowardly and weak practices.

As always, the Head Girl was focused on her work at her desk. She typed away at the keyboard. Her meetings and tutoring sessions were done for the day. It was during her usual work that she suddenly received a knock at the door. Vera would not make any assumptions of who it could be. She simply called for the student to enter. Anne would find the door unlocked and be allowed entry. Looking up, Vera could see that Anne was not dressed in anything other than a well kept uniform. It was certainly not required to come in uniform though Vera did prefer it in a way. Then again, she did enjoy what ideas and images her guests try to come up with to impress her.

"Afternoon, Miss Deas," Vera greeted the woman, "How are you doing? You mentioned you were coming. What can I do for you?"

It was odd for Anne coming back to the penthouse. She still rather vividly remembered her previous visit here and how she had stuttered and stammered her way through the entire meeting (much to her embarrassment. This time however, she felt a lot more sure of herself and was determined not to make a complete fool of herself, even going so far to take a number of deep breaths to make sure her mind was clear before knocking, reducing her nerves as much as possible.

“Yes Miss Matsumoto” Anne replied with a smile. While she hadn’t been quite sure what to expect a warm greeting was certainly most pleasant. “I’m remarkably well thank you.”

Vera was sat as before behind her desk, looking up from a small stack of paper as she shut the door behind her and walked towards her desk. She looked perfectly in control of everything around her and, as ever altogether beautiful. She came to a halt before Vera’s desk, not sitting down until invited. She really hoped she had learnt the right lessons from her previous encounters and knew not to waste time. She steeled herself and continued.

“I was wondering if we could continue our conversation from before, in the library as we did have to leave a little quickly.” Her cheeks coloured ever so faintly at the thought of exactly why it was a good idea to leave so quickly, given what Anne herself had submitted to with almost no fight. “I have so many questions like what I am to you... About your respect and so many other things... I know you said to obey those superior to me but it just strikes me that’s a better way to avoid earning your ire.”

Anne’s lips quirked upwards, the thought of how fearsome the girl in front of her could be creating a raft of mixed emotions in her. Respect, fear and a little apprehension at how her question (and the ones that would follow if she had the opportunity) would be received. She continued, “Which is something I really don’t want. So can we talk...? Unless you are too busy at the moment and you would rather I came back later of course.”

The last was added more for politeness. Vera had shown herself to be always available when she was needed but old habits die hard and Anne's manners had been deeply ingrained, the words coming out almost without thought.

"Earning my ire has nothing to do with it, Miss Deas," she replied before gesturing to the chair, "Sit." Once the woman obeyed, she would continue. "I merely told you what you needed to hear in order to improve your time here on campus. This is not a small community college that hires anyone. Every member of the staff have proven proficient in their field more than any other applicants. As for avoiding my wrath, you should know very well what is expected of you at this point."

"I said my door is open. What is it you wish to speak about?" the Head Girl added. She could detect the variety of emotions flaring about the young woman. Anne had finally returned and was sitting before Vera once more. Before it was an issue with dreams and now it was a whole different matter entirely. Would the student be able to pull herself together or will she fumble like before? Would it really matter in the end? Does showing up in an immaculate uniform mean that the same unifom will not end up on the floor and the student's body bent over the desk before her? There was no way of knowing. Vera was well versed with dealing with numerous types of students on the island. She knew how to approach most matters and just what actions at what force would make a woman tick. Anne knew that first hand.

The Head Girl waited patiently to find out what Anne wished to talk about this time. It was apparent that the student had a fondness for the silver haired woman and it was certainly amusing seeing on the young woman tried to avoid directly admitting that fact.