Sleep With My Professor

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ternon's l

t, Professor Edmend wouldn't switch on the air con

al joke in the teachers' lounge a few weeks before, but I had no c

ll shortly have examinations. " Focus,"

ch subject seriously, and as a result, I felt as like I was being lec

ld have graduated already. My Omega brothers would be happy to

ryone around me is taking notes. He laughed and said, "What a

ropriate to ask that," At him, I furrowed m

laughed. In this classroom and

ity to this town. Few ot

clowns. I should know since I looked around for one

o research the theory behind these sociologists. It's sig

an at least tur

ll like fermented yoghurt." He str

ad had it. I was impossible to concentrate on. I didn't have a stupid

was in my hand. I intended to calm down. taking a seat at the desk as the kids next to

me was seen. I raised it as near to t

eir laps. I'd packed a notepad that was just partially utilized. I

finally opened wide and began pouring down on us all in a matter of seconds. I

ing my

thers were gazing, and maybe there was a

break. As delight and enthusiasm poured fr

done my thing for society. My tongue briefly expanded

of me. Sprinklers stopped working. Two other instruc

pating what I would do next. Being a reality TV celebrity was similar to that, exce

His speech was like a whip

he table next to the documents he was grading. I had messed up, bu

left the room. It was a good thing that the floor wa

g the classroom entrance

n over the slatted win

ing you'd done tells me all I need to know." "I don't care about the documents, and I'm not c

eved my luggage. "Everyone was on the boil.