re register

I’ve been told that we don’t have enough on our wedding registry.

I have two questions for you all:

1) What are the things you put on your registry that you use all the time? We have the basics covered for the kitchen I think…like plates and glasses and stuff. But what might I not think of? Or what might I not even know that I need until we move to a larger house and start hosting people? I’m sure there are kitchen appliances and serving dishes that I haven’t thought of…

2) We’re only registered at Target…people keep telling me to register somewhere like Macy’s or Crate and Barrel where things are more expensive…but I feel like then people will just be spending more for the same things. Suggestions for where else to register?

Give ya Artist a Hand with school

So, guys, I’ve run into a problem I just explain what happened step by step so you know whats going.

I went to register for a class last semester but it was canceled on me without me knowing. So I went back to my advisor and he said “ it got canceled instead lets put your money onto a different class “ I said “ ok “

so then I re-registered for a history course. When I went to go pay for the history course I had no money. My money was missing. So I went back the same day and got it dropped.

BUT while he was dropping my classes he lost the drop sheet I signed so it never got into the system and never counted it as a dropped course.

I went back to school yesterday to finally drop the course I didn’t pay for and didn’t attend. But I am still required to pay for the class. I will NOT be going back to this same school after I pay this. But if I want to go to school anywhere in my district I have to pay for the class and pay for the class I’ll be registering for next semester.

Next semester registration starts next Tuesday.

It would mean the world to me if you all could REBLOG this post so others will see my print shop and hopefully buy a poster from it for me.

I only have a few things but it’s all I got atm.

I’m working on finishing my commissions so I can take on more but right now this is all I got!

Right now my parents are very pissed at me and If I can’t attend school this semester or find a full-time job within a few weeks I’ve been threatened with being thrown out.

Thank you all for reading.

Uni can be a big change for a lot of reasons, like learning to live on a budget. So we’ve got some nifty tricks to help you along.

It’s really easy to get carried away in the first few weeks of uni, but don’t forget that student loan has to last you the whole term, not just freshers week!

Add up your income - including your student loan, any grants or scholarships, money from your parents, income from your job and any savings you have somehow scraped together (well done you!).

Break it down. First set up a monthly budget with all of your outgoings, then a weekly budget for regular costs like transportation, socialising and food. For example, if your monthly food budget is £200, you’ll have just under £50 per week to spend on groceries.

Little things like free prescriptions if you get ill, can be really handy instead of forking out extra cash for them. But FYI, you can only get them if you’re registered to a GP in Northern Ireland, Wales or Scotland.

So, if you go to uni in one of those places, definitely register with a doctor there. If you live there but go to uni in England, it might be better to keep your home doctor, if you go home enough.

If you want to work out your budget for the term, you can use our super useful budget calculator by following the learn more button. Easy peasy.

anonymous asked:

I have a friend who works as an emergency line dispatcher and the number of people who call and aren't able to tell him where they are or even what CITY they're in is amazing. And sometimes when he asks them if they're in the area the phone they're calling from is registered to they get paranoid and think he's got cameras watching them and hang up. Like, glad to hear it wasn't that big an emergency I guess?

Sir, May You Forever Be Short On Quarters

I work as a fast food cashier, and on the day this story takes place, lunch rush was every restaurant employee’s nightmare.
Orders in both drive-thru and counterside were backed up, we were terribly understaffed, the customer line was snaking back towards the entrance, and kitchen was making two of everything we didn’t need. It was completely chaotic. I thought that it couldn’t get much more frustrating.

Enter Quarter Man.

He’s about 65, and orders with the thinly veiled impatience and mild air of superiority that just begs for a disaster waiting to happen should something go wrong with his food.

You learn to deal with these walking potential landmines when you’re a cashier. You learn plant your feet, face the storm head-on, put up with the demeaning comments, call them “sir” or “ma'am”, and settle for silently fuming in the break room when it’s all over.

And so I roll with it. I ring up Quarter Man’s order, hand him his change in a couple coins, slide him his receipt and turn around to start making his ice cream.

Then a couple seconds later I hear a little “clink!” and he says “Oh, I dropped my quarter in the hole.”

The “hole” is one of a couple two-inch wide circles punched through the countertop so the register cords can run through and plug into the wall outlet. Besides kids sometimes thinking that they are mini trashcans, we’ve never had a problem with the holes.

Until now.

I drop everything I’m doing and get down on my hands and knees, going through three shelves worth of straws and cups. I pull everything out, and sweep my hand through dust and crumbs. I find a shredded napkin. I find one rusty penny that has probably been down there a decade.

I can’t find that blasted quarter.

After two minutes I stand up and tell him that I can’t find it down there, and he responds with “Well, what are you gonna do about it!? Call your manager over!”

I look to drive-thru and see my manager taking orders via headset and bagging to-go food at the same time. She’s been working non-stop for five hours. My jugular will be ripped out if I interrupt her in the middle of a drive-thru order.

So I tell him that my manager is in the middle of a rush, snag an overworked senior employee for one second, clarify that we are not allowed re-open the register without another transaction, and return to the counterside to apologize and repeat what I’ve been told.

Hell hath no fury like a man who has lost his quarter.

He goes red in the face, raises his voice to an unholy level, and starts swearing at me, demanding that I open the register, get my manager, do SOMETHING. I go through every shelf again, STILL can’t find this quarter, and say sorry, I’m sorry sir, it isn’t there, I can’t find it, I’m sorry.

Cue the aforementioned senior employee noticing my wonderful customer, and screaming into the break room for our assistant manager. The poor man comes running out in the middle of his lunch break, asks what the problem is, and Quarter Man goes off on him, jabbing his finger towards me.

“SHE says she can’t open the register!”
“SHE says that she can’t find it!”
“SHE says that I can’t have my damn quarter back!”

And then his wife enters the restaurant.

All that needs to be said is that those two were a match made in heaven.

They yell for a refund and my assistant manger complies. They leave in a huff, with a fast food restaurant full of now rather uncomfortable customers watching.

The next few people in line were very kind to me. I get a couple of “Don’t take it personal, he was an asshole” comments from the drive thru workers.

When the rush died down, we went through three counters worth of straws and cups. Still couldn’t find the quarter.

Quarter Man, may no fast-food employee ever be graced with your presence in their restaurant again.

May you always be short on change.

I Give Up - part 13 (A Baekhyun Series)

Baekhyun was busy. Really busy. His texts were getting shorter and spaced out farther between each other and you were getting ready to start your second summer semester of school. You would be very busy soon. This would be the last of your basics and you could focus more on your pre-med classes. There would be labs and practicals and you’d really start getting into the tough stuff. With your low grade last semester you vowed to focus less on your super addictive sexy boyfriend, and more on school.

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Commodorians Part 1

This was one of the three mega exhibits for the 40th anniversary of the big three appliance computers launched in 1977.   Anthony Becker, Jeffrey Brace, Chris Fala, Todd George (captain), & Bill Winters combined their skills, collection, and love for Commodore equipment to showcase the PET-2001′s family tree.

Before Commodore Business Machines was making computers, they were making office equipment, namely typewriters.  They got into the game of manufacturing adding machines, followed by calculators which were constantly decreasing in size while improving their capabilities.  During the calculator wars, Texas Instruments had an upper hand in the market by being a main source of calculator integrated circuits.  In an attempt to subvert TI’s control, Commodore purchased MOS Technology so they could produce their own semiconductors in house. 

It just so happened that MOS had a microprocessor, the now famous 6502, which they were using in the KIM-1 trainer./demonstrator. Commodore continued selling the KIM-1 with their own branding, and one was on display acting as a clock.

However, the 6502 really shined in their first home computer, the PET-2001, available initially in an 8K version and a short lived 4K version.  The PET was unique compared to its contemporary appliance home computers (the Apple II and TRS-80 Model I) in that it included a monitor and tape drive all in the same chassis.  You’ll also note that the case of the 2001 is made from metal, not plastic like the competition.  In true Commodore fashion, this was a money saving move – they re-purposed their file cabinet manufacturing arm to make cases for the PET line resulting in very sturdy cases.  The keyboards were re-purposed from cash registers, resulting in an incredibly clunky and uncomfortable design that didn’t last long. 

I made it a personal mission to sit down at the PET-2001-8, just as I had at my first VCF East a decade ago, and program something.  I tweaked the existing random character generator program on screen to use different PETSCII graphics than the demonstrator they had set up.  This is an early blue bezel model, which makes up for the terrible chiclet keyboard.

The PET-2001 was succeeded by the 4000 and 8000 series machines, boasting larger screen options, a proper full travel QWERTY keyboard, more memory, better external interfaces, and more advanced versions of Microsoft BASIC.  The IEEE-488 interface was fully implemented by this point, and was used with larger storage mediums like the 4040 and 8050 dual floppy drives, and rare CBM D9090 hard disk drive.  The real oddity here is the very late SFD1001 drive, which uses the IEEE-488 parallel interface, but crams it into the case of a later 1541 drive more synonymous with the C64.

Zootopia Fanfiction Take A Stand: Star Of Ceartais Ch.7- The Things We Keep Hidden

(AN/ Hey folks it’s Garouge/Crewefox here with another chapter of Star of Ceartais. First off I’d like to thank everyone who has supported this fic and protested against the Troll Mafiaguy2017, whose hurtful rhetoric has no place in the zootopia fandom. And to Jill Fine, if you’re reading this please know I’m sorry for the online bullying you’ve endured and that I will always have your back. Thank you to everyone who, liked, followed, faved, reblogged and reviewed the last update. A big thank you to the development team for this fic @nick-and-judy-daily, @raykamino , @senny74 and @alexboehm55144 who helped me structure this upcoming chapter and gave lots of ideas for future chapters, also thanks Alana for beta reading this, all you guys are AWESOME! So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

here’s the link…

Chapter 7- The things we keep hidden.

“Last chance ass hats; leave.” Robyn said, standing her ground.

The horse with the bolt cutters had heard enough and swung the bolt cutters down at Robyn, she dodged them easily and kicked the stallion in the gut with such a force he was knocked into the side of his pick up truck with a visible dent….that was impossible Robyn was around the 17 pound mark in weight yet she managed to kick and launch 1500lb horse with little effort, The medicine!? She thought it gave super strength too! When Robyn realised what she had done she felt a surge of energy course through her, she was going to teach these thieves a lesson she bared her canine like teeth and grinned at the other horse who looked terrified and simply said “Playtime.”

“What the hell are you!?” The thieving horse babbled.

“I’m not sure myself.” Robyn tittered, loving the petrified look on the horse’s face.

“Little freak!” The thief crowed before throwing a punch down towards the much shorter hybrid.

Robyn saw this move coming and easily sidestepped the equine grabbing his arm as she did so, she flipped him on his back with a judo throw then like flash but him in a crippling arm lock “You really are as a dumb as you look.” Robyn sniggered, unaware that Kodi had gotten out his phone and started recording what was transpiring.

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Prompt #3

3. “You said I’d have proper training!”

“Where’s Knight?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him,” Justin said. “But I gotta go, I have class. Sorry, man!” He punched out immediately after and made for the door, leaving without looking back.

“Well. Bittle, you’re on the register today,” Murray said, and all Bitty could think was – seriously? It was his, like, fourth shift! He didn’t know how to run the register by himself yet!

“But –”

Murray picked up the phone to answer a call before Bitty could get his sentence out.

Ah, he was so fucked. He stared at the register. Was he even logged in?

The sound of a throat clearing grabbed his attention. “Uh – hello,” Bitty said, looking up. He blinked. A tall man in a suit and tie was staring at him. His cheekbones were magnificent. “Sir,” he added. 

“I’ll just take a latte,” the man said. “Medium.”

“Okay,” Bitty said, glancing down at the register. Latte. Right. He could totally do this! It was, uh – this button, right? He punched a few keys.

The total came up to $45.

“Euh,” said the man.

“Oh dear,” said Bitty. “Let me just –” He punched a few more keys and ended up accidentally adding three more dollars. “Uh.”

The man blinked. “Do you need help?” he asked.

Murray hung up the phone, starting to walk right on by before Bitty gave him a frantic wave. “Bittle, what are you – $48? What did you do?”

“You said I’d have proper training!” Bitty said, staring at the cash register keys. “I don’t know how to clear this –” looking up at the man, he flashed a quick smile. “I’m sorry, sir, this’ll just take a minute. Obviously your coffee isn’t going to cost you $48.”

“It would have to be really good coffee,” the man said.

( send me a prompt! ) 

Boston Bruins must register before they can score goals.

With many wondering just exactly what is going on in Boston, NHLnewsdesk has discovered the possibly culprit behind their scoring woes. The players must register, before the game that night, if they want to score goals. If they do not register they will not be able to score goals. The process is simple however, often players ignore it.

“Sometimes you’re just tired and confused so you forget,” Said resident non goal scorer David Backes, “Yeah i’ll make sure i register some nights but like, there are other guys on the team so i don’t worry about it.”

“It’s just not worth the trouble” said Adam McQuaid who hasn’t registered in over 5 years, “They’re lucky i even show up now that I have netflix.”

When asked about why they do this, Charlie Jacobs had a simple answer “if they’re not registered how will they score.” when we pointed out every other team doesn’t require such a process Jacobs scoffed, “They don’t play in boston.” 

we’re still not sure what that means.

MAMA Voting Information

In light of Mnet’s recent screwup with MAMA 2017 voting, I am here to announce all of the categories EXO are nominated for!

  • Best Male Group
  • Best Music Video (Power)
  • Best Dance Performance Male Group (KoKoBop)
  • Best OST (Chanyeol x Punch - Stay With Me)
  • Best Collaboration (Baekhyun x Soyou - Rain AND Chen x DynamicDuo - Nosedive)
  • Album of the Year (daesang)
  • Artist of the Year (daesang)
  • Song of the Year (daesang)

Once traffic on the website dies down and you are able to connect to Mnet servers, you will be voting at for the aforementioned categories.

THIS IS A NEW WEBSITE! This means that any previous Mnet accounts you made are now obsolete (including the ones you used to vote during the Mwave Music Chart Poll). You will have to re-register all email addresses and make new accounts. You will also be able to register a new account with the following social media websites!

  • Kakao
  • Line
  • Google+
  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Weibo
  • Naver
  • Tumblr
  • Instagram

I know that things are frustrating right now with this new website rollout, so don’t stress if you have to skip this first full day of voting. I’ll make an announcement here when I am able to access the website myself, so you can hold off making accounts/voting until then. Once I am able to access the website, I will proceed to make a tutorial on how to vote as well, so stay tuned for that.

Posting this Separate for Posterity


1. Everyone registering for a firearm is subject to background checks and mental health evaluation.

2. If a potential gun owner passes these checks, they are required to attend a class teaching proper gun safety, cleaning, storage, and operation.

3. Any and ALL firearms must be registered to the owner, and those guns must be re-registered every year.

4. All firearms must be insured in the event that someone is accidentally injured or killed.

5. In the event that someone IS inured or killed, the owner of the gun will have to pay the determined insurance fees, and may be barred from purchasing guns in the future.

My announcement for New Girl and B99 fans:

Okay, so this post may get long but it’s only because there’s a lot to talk about.

So you all may have noticed my quietness over the past few weeks, especially since Brooklyn Nine-Nine started. The reason for that was over the summer, it seems the head of publicity changed at FOX and since then, I had to re-register for press privileges and have also been emailing back and forth with people over there trying to figure out the screening room situation.

The thing is, I have yet to get a definite answer one way or another about my screening room privileges. So while I can’t say that I officially don’t have access to the screening room, it is still a possibility since at the moment, I only have access to photos and press releases, etc. And it seems this has been happening with a lot of other press outlets/blogs from what I’m seeing.

So that is the reason for the quietness; I’m just still trying to work everything out. I wanted to post this, though, so everyone’s aware of the situation. Having said that, please don’t fully freak out and think my previewing days are over, because that’s not technically the case yet. But if that ever does happen, I promise to let you all know.

Finally, I just want to say, regardless of what happens with all of this, I’ve had so much fun writing previews for you guys and talking to you all about two of my favorite shows for the past four years. And even if I am not able to post previews about New Girl or B99 anymore, I will still be here to talk about them and discuss theories and whatnot with all of you. Plus, I am more than happy to post any press information I do get.

For the New Girl fans, I know this will especially be a bummer seeing as this is the final season coming up and I know for me, personally, I was really looking forward to previewing it for you all. But hopefully I can work it out by then and if not, I will still be on here, freaking out about every moment right along with you.

Please if you have any questions/concerns/thoughts about this, feel free to send them my way and I will answer as many as I can.

Thanks so much.



So you want to cosplay in Japan? 

I went to Anime Japan in Tokyo last March and while I didn’t cosplay myself, I did get a crash course on Japanese cosplay culture while I was there.  Here’s a short rundown of what to expect:

  1. There are a lot of rules. A LOT of rules. And you’re expected to follow all of them at all times. Luckily they’re all written in both Japanese and English at Anime Japan so they’re easy to follow.
  2. You are not allowed to show up to the con IN cosplay. You must bring your cosplay with you in a bag or luggage and change in the provided change rooms. You are also not allowed to leave the designated cosplay area or the con in cosplay either and must change out before you leave. There will be a baggage check where you will be required to check and store your bags that you brought your cosplay in.
  3. You will be required to register to cosplay at the con and there will be a fee (for registration and use of the change rooms) which was 1,000 yen at Anime Japan 2016.
  4. You will be required to re-register for each consecutive day that you cosplay and pay the same fee each day.
  5. Not all cons allow cosplay to the same extent. Anime Japan is seen as one of the more lax cons as there is an outside cosplay area (basically just a fenced in portion of the parking lot) for cosplayers and cosplayers are allowed to wander around in specific halls. Japanese cons are NOT like other international cons where you can just wear whatever you want wherever you want. There are very strict guidelines on when and where you can wear your cosplays.
  6. Large cosplays are not preferred. Small, light, easy to maneuver in cosplays are preferred (so leave your giant armor and mecha cosplays at home).
  7. Risque/18+/ultra sexy cosplays are prohibited and you may be denied entry into the cosplay area if the staff deems your cosplay not appropriate and you will be forced to change and will not be refunded your registration fees.
  8. Cosplays depicting realistic uniforms of police, military, firefighters, response personnel, etc. are prohibited.
  9. The majority of props/prop weapons are prohibited. Prop weapons must also be stored in a protective bag at all times when not being photographed.
  10. There are some small photo backdrop areas at the cons but the majority of the photography is hall-style photography by the backdrops or out in the parking lot area. You are not to be taking pictures on the exhibition hall floors if at all possible because you’re now blocking the path for literally 100,000 other people.
  11. You must also always ask permission before taking photos.

This is just a short list of general things from one event. If you are planning on cosplaying in Japan it will be best to research the specific event you’re planning to attend as some of the rules may differ between events.


Home at Last Part 2

Part: 2 / ?

Fandom: Riverdale

Character/Ship: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warning: Fluff, mentions of angst, Back to school

Writer: Cassie

Words: 871

Requested by: So many anons

Summary: Part two of Home at Last


Author’s Note: PART TWO IS HERE!! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

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convicted rapists should be forcibly tattooed a specific symbol in a visible area so others can identify them. businesses can refuse to serve them, employers can refuse to hire them, landlords can refuse to rent to them. every time they re-register, the tattoo is checked for fading or attempted removal. the tattoo can only be legally removed if the case is re-opened and they’re found innocent

i’m uhh really fucking upset lmao. one of the lesbian collective girls told me she went into the LGBT center on campus once and tried to kind of like push our group and talk to the interns about it and this person literally says “uh it’s a really problematic space, they kick out questioning girls and they wouldn’t let me join because of how I look, they’re not inclusive :/” and I’ve obviously NEVER SPOKEN TO THEM OR SAID ANY OF THAT SHIT OR DONE ANY OF THAT!!!

she said they were clearly assuming she’d never been to a meeting and were completely ready to just pile on and talk shit. it’s literally killing our potential audience because they won’t fucking talk about us to begin with and then apparently when they do it’s to tell people how much we suck!!!!! we’ve had ONE MEETING!!!! we’re not even a registered organization yet!!!!!

it’s just so upsetting. i’ve given the LGBT center flyers and stuff but none of them go up except the one i personally posted. they literally want us to fail because we’re dykes and it hurts


anacrusis – ch 6 snippet or, I should say, chunklet?

Slowly making progress, but work has been kicking my ass and energy levels to the point I simply want to collapse on the couch and veg out on Inspector Lynley Mysteries. Anyhoo, I managed to put this together yesterday….enjoy!

Ross stared down at Demelza standing near the podium, her eyes meeting his in shock and utter disbelief for a full five seconds before she cleared throat. “P-Please take a seat.” Her voice, low and husky, forced his feet to move forward. He tore his gaze from hers, stumbling a few feet over to an open spot near the top of the auditorium.

He collapsed in his seat, the flap on his messenger bag sliding open to dump his laptop and textbooks onto the carpeted floor with a dull thud. “Be careful,” a voice whispered to his left. He turned to find a pretty young woman, dressed in full on hipster regalia, from the woolen beanie perched atop her curly blonde hair to the oversized sweater, barely there skirt, black tights and Doc Martens on her feet. “Don’t want to break your computer on the first day of class.” She handed him his book and a copy of the syllabus. “I’m Jemma.”

“R-Ross,” he said automatically, nodding his thanks.

“Excuse me, Dr Carne,” a harsh, abrasive voice came from Ross’s right, on the other side of the aisle from where he sat. She gestured in his direction. “This student seems to think we are in the middle of a social club.”

Ross felt the blood rush to his cheeks and barely kept from rolling his eyes. Why hadn’t he paid attention to where he was sitting? Dr Thomas-Tregothan had had it out for him for the past year, as he’d ducked and dodged his way out of the introductory courses his last two years in school. That was until this semester, when he’d been cornered by his adviser and re-registered two the two intro classes he’d been evading: music history and music appreciation. “I’m sorry, D-Dr Carne,” he stammered, her last name tasting foreign on his tongue.

She met his eyes, giving him a jerky nod and flipping through her notes before continuing on with her lecture. “Students will be required to describe general stylistic characteristics of music and influential composers of the Ancient, Medieval, Renaissance and Baroque periods. Identify various musical styles and genres, extending and enriching their comprehension and enjoyment of music. You will need to apply your knowledge of elements of musical style to identify musical works by historical period and genre. Comprehend the historical development of musical style in western culture in relation to political, economic, social and religious developments and values of various periods in history…”

She could be speaking Swahili for all I know, he thought to himself, his brain failing to make sense of what she said. His eyes surreptitiously watched Demelza over the top of the syllabus. Her hair was bound in a low bun at the back of her head, the collar of the off-white sweater climbing up to leave an inch of skin exposed at her hairline, a red-gold tendril feathering past along her neck as she moved. The soft, woolly garment skimmed over her body, demure yet enticing the touch of his fingers. The autumnal plaid fabric of her skirt smoothed over her hips and thighs, ending midway down her calves. He stifled a groan. She wore sleek, chocolate-brown leather boots, the heels doing gorgeous things to her legs.

What were the chances of this happening? He’d thought they might run into one another. There were under twenty-thousand people who lived in Truro, so it stood to reason it might happen at some point. At some fundraiser, where 3C were booked to cater, or maybe if she’d had to move something and had done a search in Yelp – he did have amazing reviews. But for her to be a music professor here at the college? Never in a million years! Music professors were grouchy, attitudinal, perfectionistic, and…well…old. He cast a sideways glance at Thomas-Tregothan. The old goat was watching every move Demelza made, busily scratching notes into her composition pad. Aha…first day observation, he thought to himself, and here I am being the arsehole student for Demelza’s first day. Nice move, Poldark.

Had Demelza said anything about her profession? They’d been too busy fucking each other’s brains out to chatter about what they did for a living. All he knew was she was smart, witty, and insatiable. It had definitely worked for him.
Was this the same woman who’d seduced him with her infectious laughter, her confidence, her sensuality a little over a week ago? Sleek, professional, her sea-green eyes were hidden behind the teal and brown tortoise-shell frames, her makeup subtle and natural, the shell pink of her glossy lips torturing him, knowing what those lips could do to him, what he’d dreamt of them doing every night since they’d parted.

He forced himself to pay attention to what she was teaching, but it was difficult when he’d catch glimpses of her when she would do or say something, a mannerism or an expression, that he’d seen or heard from her at the hotel. Like when she’d run her hand up along her throat, or if she’d bit her bottom lip. He’d bitten back a groan when she’d leant forward on the podium, her pert bum almost the mirrored image of the moment when they’d fucked by the window sill, making him wonder what it would be like repeating the act, except in her office, that pencil skirt shoved up to her waist, her booted feet spread for him. Sparks raced along his skin, the pulse in his crotch heavy, his cock thickening.

The bell rung, drawing Ross back to the present. Perfect time for a hard on, you twat. “Read Chapter 1 - Music in Antiquity and Chapter 2 - The First Millennium for our next class,” Demelza called. “Coursework includes the first three quizzes in the gradebook as well as your brief essay on why you are studying music. One page only using the online template in the gradebook. Office hours are noted on your syllabus, however I will be delayed until four o’clock this afternoon. Thank you very much, everyone.” The din of the students leaving the room was staggering, but he noticed she’d raised her head to meet his eyes before she turned off her computer. He had to talk to her, to sort all of this out, and he thought he read the same need in her eyes. Her expression changed when Thomas-Tregothan started to make her way through the students swimming upstream towards the exits. He imagined Demelza would be busy with her for a while. Just as well – he had reserved one of the practice rooms until half past four o’clock. He slung his pack over his shoulder and exited the room.