So I wasn't getting too carried away with this turn of phrase.
There was a long silence. Professor East's legs seemed to go on basically forever and her ankles tapered nicely into some impractically high heels that I recognized as Prada. Not your average academic garb.
"Sorry, what was the question?" I said.
"There was no question. I was simply making an observation."
"Oh sorry! What was the observation?"
"Young lady, I am inclined to put an immediate stop to these proceedings! Do you realize my time is valuable. I am preparing for a symposium in Paris tomorrow!"
Well, I wasn't exactly sure what a symposium was but it sounded at least a little bit impressive.
"Sorry ma'am," I said. "I'll try to be good."
Suddenly, my gorgeous prof smiled. To my surprise, it was a wonderful, warm, kind, sexy smile and it pretty much lifted my spirits immediately.
"Don't worry dear," she added softly. "I'm probably being a bit harsh on you. Nervous about tomorrow, you see. That sort of thing. Just take your time... More sherry?"
"Oh yes, ma'am, I think that would definitely help."
I could feel the atmosphere lightening and I allowed myself to breathe.
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In Love With Shakespeare
General FictionThe setting is at the house of the professor for a tutorial regarding the play "Julius Caesar". As the story progresses, our young girl finds her self becomes more and more enchanted by the professor and it leads to an encounter of epic proportion i...
