Day 2

One might be inclined to look askance at a teacher having sex with a sixteen-year-old student; but one must bear in mind that Danny Vandervere is something of a special case.

For one thing, he doesn't look sixteen: although he still has the clear skin and beardless chin of a child, his face is fully formed, with an elegant but unmistakeably manly bone-structure; his body is a well-developed man's body, perfectly proportioned and rich with muscle; and the poise and confidence with which he moves and speaks belong to a much older person. It is difficult to think of him as anything other than an adult.

For another thing, he is something of a local celebrity: Danny's great-great-great-grandfather built the town of Vandervere, California in 1880, as well as the Royal Vandervere Paper Mill, the town's only large-scale employer. The town and the mill, as well as the surrounding million acres of tree-covered mountains that lie between Redding and Eureka in the Coastal Range, belong entirely to the Vandervere family, held and maintained by the venerable and incalculably wealthy Vandervere Trust.

Being a Vandervere in Vandervere CA is a little like being a combination movie star and feudal lord; Danny had grown up in an atmosphere of deference and respect from the townspeople, and though he was not as arrogant or demanding as the majority of his aristocratic family, people tended to not think of him as a human being, and certainly not as a child, but rather as a prince or even a demigod.

And then there is his beauty, breathtaking and flawless, which can batter down anybody's defenses with a look and a smile. His eyes are huge and slightly slanted like a fawn's, the soft warm gray of woodsmoke tinged with violet and flecked with gold, framed by impossible long black lashes and exquisitely arched brows; his skin is as luminous and smooth as an infant's, his downy cheeks bear a natural strawberry blush, and his opulent lips are a luscious cherry-red; his ebony-black hair is soft and glossy, worn in a cherubic halo of loose curls, his teeth are even and white, his nose is perfectly straight and perfectly centered.

It's not just his face, either: everything about him, from his long-fingered hands to his elegant feet, from the sound of his voice to the smell of his sweat, is beautiful. His personality is open and sunny, unfailingly kind and honorable; and though he sometimes catches himself manipulating people with his looks and his charm, he does his best to counteract this flaw in his character with generosity and good intentions.

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