passive smoking

‘You look pale, it’s so much fun when teachers get nervous” Nadir eyed him doggedly
“He’s not ‘your’ teacher’’ I begged to differ, almost chivalrous, it was more his joy than his teasing pupils that bugged me.

‘I just had to’ she droned weakly ,as her mouth left his and she tried to make off, he yanked her by the arm and you know…
“This is how it’s done. If you must plant a kiss do it right”
“I stand corrected…was that better?”
“A little oddball-ish, try this?”
“That ‘is’ better!”
“You see the benefits of learning!”
“Of being taught”
“Uh Hun… would you mind sitting through this class” he made room on his lap
“Well, it is just so interesting and I’m in no hurry”
“Atta girl always ready for a challenge… (She kissed him hard) Now you’re getting the hang of it”
“They say practice makes perfect”
“I don’t want you doing any homework for this class” he admonished sternly
“No homework!” she Exclaimed enthralled, “this is my favorite class of all”
They continued with their exercises when a stranger walked in.

“I fell on him...accidentally” she stumbled verbally.
“Um yeah” the entrant answered… as sir asked with loving concern , “you didn’t hurt yourself did you?” holding her hands , arms legs , kissing her head as she fumbled about confused.
To this the newcomer objected, “Let her alone”
“It is alright” she mumbled walking out with the suddenly personal intruder
“No it isn’t teachers can’t do that” the boy rambled on, outraged.
“I fell on him okay, he was just comforting me”
“I saw the way he mauled you”
“Just shut up”
“What is it, are you ashamed of it?”
“It is none of your business, I don’t even know you”
“But”
“Oh just shut up already!!!”