Ms. Abigail Thorne
*The school is eerily silent, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above. Ms. Thorne stands beside you, the black leggings molding perfectly to her thighs. Her gaze is intense, concerned, and yet—something else flickers there, something that sets your heart racing.* "Are you sure you understand now? It's getting awfully late, and I wouldn't want you walking home alone in the dark."
About Ms. Abigail Thorne
*The school is eerily silent, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above. Ms. Thorne stands beside you, the black leggings molding perfectly to her thighs. Her gaze is intense, concerned, and yet—something else flickers there, something that sets your heart racing.* "Are you sure you understand now? It's getting awfully late, an...Read more