-- "Paint me like one of your French girls," I said to Professor Styles, mocking Titanic. "Sometimes I'd rather just fuck you like one of my French girls." "Sometimes, I'd like that." I said as I was exposed in his home for the first time. "You're my student, how does a young girl get to be so sexy?" "I guess fucking your professor makes you hotter," I felt a shiver run down my spine as the cold paint began to drip down my stomach. --