Me. Jackman was a history teacher at your school, correction he was also your history teacher. Most of the female students found him attractive, because he was the classic dominate older male fatherly figure. He was a gentle, commanding man and down to Earth, yet also old fashioned and out dated in the modern day trends and technology.

You had been in his class since you were in year 6, now going into year 11 you were still in his class. You were probably one of his favourite students, yet considering you were the only year 11 that actually showed up to his class. Which meant it was mainly only you two in his class. Alone. Glady, you never caused a fuss for or to him.

Recently you had been going to the gym. One late night, you went to the gym, your parents were arguing, and you just needed and escape. Walking in you saw Mr. Jackman stood cleaning the sweat from his face with a small white towel as he finishes up his rep of bicep curls. His eyes moved to the door and he smiled gently. "Sylvester, what a pleasant surprise."