Gavin specail training with Caitríona

[Harem Girl]

"Hmmm... now that is the question at this point, is it not?" The Irish teacher would say, placing her fingers on her chin and thinking about it. "Furthermore... this is more than likely a question I am unable to answer at the better least, not without getting to know you extremely personally. What we need to do is figure out what is the main cause of your self deprecation, and attack that personally. While I can't answer that for you... I do know of ways I may be help you come to an answer."


Crowe would turn to face her student, and almost as if on a dime, her body language changed, her eyes would look upon the banker... her eyes would grow wide and start slightly shaking as if in a mixture of fear and anger. Her shoulders would start to tremble, as she slowly took a step back. Looking upon the boy, the teacher would raise her arm and start to tremble as she would point at her student "YOU....." She would bark, her voice a strange mixture of absolute rage, and pure terror. "What the hell do you think you are doing in my classroom. OUT! GET OUT! Before I call the cops! GET THE HELL OUT!"

The teacher would hold the position for a few seconds, but before Gavin would have the chance to move, she would slowly lower her hand. Her eyes would return to normal and her shoulders would slump back to a normal position.

"Now... don't think to much right now." Ms. Crowe would instruct her student. "Before you think of anything else, what was crossing your mind when I spoke that accusation? Why did you think I wanted you out of the gym? It doesn't matter if your thoughts were inconsequential, or make no sense. Just tell me what your thoughts were."

The teacher would lean in as she spoke this, her breast slightly bouncing as she did without realizing it. Her demeaner now was professional and almost robotic, it was hard to believe just seconds ago she was accusing scream at the boy to get out of the room.