Making a move

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"A tingle!" Professor East exclaimed, perhaps a little louder than she would have liked. "Tingle bells are ringing!" she added a little oddly, before getting her foot caught momentarily on the edge of the Persian-style rug near her desk. She kind of stumbled towards her desk, put her long arms out to catch herself, and managed not to fall, before adding, "Whoops! Christmas has come early!"

When my professor smiled and laughed at her own oddly-timed joke, she looked – really for the first time - a little goofy to me. I liked this quirkiness about her. I mean she was super-smart and super-beautiful, everybody knew that, but she wasn't always 100 per cent cool. For some reason, a strange little scene flashed through my mind. It was Professor East as a teenager in the schoolyard. Her hair was blue and red and she was telling a joke. Suddenly, her friends kind of gave her a look that said, "Er, that was so not funny!"

Oddly, I felt sorry for my professor. I wanted to give her a hug.

I wanted to give her a good time.

"Do you like my legs?" I asked, feeling bold.

"Your legs are, like, way sexy!" she said quickly.

I found myself laughing. It was as if Professor East was trying to talk like a young person, trying to be a bit 'street' and it just sounded so weird.

"Are you laughing at me?"

She looked genuinely hurt.

"No, no, no. I'm laughing with you," I said, which was only partly true. "You're so adorable!"

"I am?!"

Professor East seemed quite taken aback by that description.

Her voice was quiet and even contemplative when she added, "I haven't felt adorable for some time!"

"Well you should feel adorable!" I said. "You are amazingly smart.

You are stunningly beautiful. And you seem super-kind too!"

"Thank you, Sally! I think I need to sit down."

I watched as my professor leant back so that she was half-sitting on her desk.

I found myself staring once again at the curve of her hips and the sleek liquid lines of her legs.

"Have you ever had an affair with a student?" I asked.


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