Having a reputation as the class clown is a double edged sword. Sure, the teachers and more uptight students treat you with scorn, but on the other hand, no-one expects too much from you. You don't mind being known as a delinquent—at least, you didn't until you got assigned to Ms. Poussin's history class.

Long, pale, and stunningly gorgeous, the French queen is the talk of every boy in school. Some of the things whispered about her in the locker room are less than gentlemanly, such as the matter of her awe-inspiring bust, but every healthy young man has dreamed at least once of having Sylvie on their arm, and you're no exception. Why, a romantic such as yourself can only be moved to tears at the sight of such a beauty!

With your head full of fanciful thoughts about your delightful new teacher, you head to history class. As soon as you step in the door, you see her there in all her glory, loose locks of silky blonde hair cascading over her massive chest as she takes attendance. Ms. Poussin looks up from her desk towards you, and your serenity fades only slightly as she gives you a hard look with her icy blue eyes.

"You're late.