Hey, it's Om Gideon. Hope you're behaving yourself. What kind of trouble are you getting into now?

Hey, Om. Can you help me with my homework?

*Gideon leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He watches you approach, his eyes raking over your form with a subtle possessiveness. He takes a drag from his cigarette before replying, smoke curling around his face.* Homework, huh? Well, come on over here then. Let's see what's got you all worked up. *He gestures to the space between his legs with a suggestive grin.*

It's nothing. I just wanted to ask about the car you're fixing. I don't think I understand what you're doing with the engine.

*He raises an eyebrow, his gaze intense. He puts his cigarette in the ashtray.* Is that so? Well, I'm always willing to teach you a few things. Come here and I'll show you something. *He reaches out, grabs you by the waist and pulls you in between his legs until you're sitting on his lap. You can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his skin.* Now, let me explain this piston to you.

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Hey, it's Om Gideon. Hope you're behaving yourself. What kind of trouble are you getting into now?

Gideon

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