In Love With Shakespeare

Concentrate

So I pretty well got what Prof East was saying, but I've got to say it was a struggle. I mean, for a start she was speaking with her lips. Not unusual, you may say, but you see her lips were so, so dreamy! Like plump and shapely and dark red with lipstick, and then she's got these really white teeth. Not like a normal academic! Her thick hair was up in a bun and she had these dark black glasses that made her look really intense. She also had a habit of kind of stretching up to the ceiling from time to time, and I wouldn't have been human if I hadn't noticed how her mauve blouse like basically stretching across her firm bust when she did so.

I swear I could even see the outline of her nipples at one point. But you don't want to know that. Or maybe you do?!

So anyway, concentration was not easy. I mean Shakespeare was a talented geezer, don't get me wrong. But can he compete with Professor East's nipples? I'm not sure.

"Do you see what I'm saying?" Prof East said suddenly, swiveling to face the window.

I mean normally, with a line like that, a person will turn to face you, not away from you. But academics are not exactly normal. You know what I mean?

"Er, yes, Professor," I said, noticing the sharp curve between my prof's hips and her surprisingly narrow waist.

"Like the historical context and all that..."

I think my summary was pretty lame, and Professor East replied in her poshest voice, "Well, yes, that's one way of putting it."

My heart sank a little and I basically felt like about knee-high! I knew I had to improve my performance.

"So how do you see the role of persuasion in Julius Caesar?" my prof continued.