The Lynda Chronicles

Chapter 1.

Beginnings…
It was recess and the girl standing in front of John Ryan’s desk was obviously nervous; she was wringing her hands and biting her bottom lip.
‘So, Lynda,’ he asked. ‘What are we going to do with you?’
‘I’m sorry sir?’ The girl looked at her teacher with a frown.
John Ryan skimmed a test-paper across the table so it stopped before her. ‘I’m talking about your marks, Lynda,’ he said. ‘What are you going to do about your marks?’ He leaned forward and tapped the circled 65% at the top of the test-paper with a ruler.
‘Your marks are adequate,’ he said, but definitely not good enough for medical studies. For that you need at least a distinction. In math, and in science… You do want to study medicine, don’t you?’ he asked the pale girl, and she nodded.
‘Yes, sir,’ she said, and Ryan rejoined with a “Not with these marks, you’re not”.
Lynda met his gaze, and he saw the beginning of tears in the cobalt-blue eyes. She bit her full bottom lip, and a second later said, ‘I have to be a doctor, Mr. Ryan. It’s all I have ever wanted to be.’ She shook her head and long auburn curls partly obscured her face for a moment. ‘I can’t imagine doing anything else,’ she added, softly, and swept the hair from her face with one hand.

That one simple gesture did it, and Ryan was in love, or rather – in lust. The turning of her slender neck so the blue veins showed under milky skin, and one beautiful hand lifting and the short-sleeved white school-shirt stretching over firm young breasts, and slender fingers sweeping hair from her face and then back.
For the first time, he looked at Lynda not as a student, but as a woman. For that’s what she was really. A young woman. And now, seeing her with new eyes; a very desirable young woman.
She was tall for a woman; just a couple of inches shorter than his own six foot, two. With auburn curls and dark blue eyes and milky skin with a healthy tan; a strong jaw and high cheekbones and full, glistening lips…
And then down… White shirt and grey school skirt which ended four or five inches above her knees. Both hiding secrets and wonders Ryan could only fantasize over… And beautiful legs that seemed to go on forever…

Lynda had seen the look in the teachers eyes change, and age-old fe-male instinct had her recognise his look for what it was. Had her recog-nise that although he thought himself still in charge of the situation, he was not. She was…
She blushed and looked at her feet, and Ryan had to strain to hear what she said next. ‘Anything, sir,’ she said, almost in a whisper, and then, looking up, repeated, louder, ‘I’ll do anything, Mr. Ryan. Anything to improve my grades.’
Ryan felt his heart jump in his chest, but pretended ignorance. ‘What do you mean by anything, Lynda?’ he asked.
The girl bit her lip once again, and her eyes were very dark in her pale face. ‘I mean anything, sir,’ adding, ‘That is, anything you want…’
And that said it all. Student and teacher stood and sat looking at one another for a long silent minute, communicating without words. It was Ryan who spoke first.
‘How old are you, Lynda?’
‘I was eighteen two months ago, sir.’ Softly.
‘And are you sure about what you just said… just offered…?’ Hesitantly.
‘Yes, sir.’ Lynda nodded, looking him straight in the eye.
It was Ryan’s turn to nod. ‘Extra lessons will start this afternoon,’ he said.