There’s nothing worse than an ornery student. The pupil who said you wanted to learn from my genius, but never completes your readings or writings. You had been wasting my time for months, so when I walked into our one-on-one office hours that day, I was ready to terminate our sessions.
When I walked in, you were wearing a short skirt, and your long red hair fell over your obvious cleavage top. You had been trying to seduce me for months, but as a famous writer, there is no shortage of women who want to be my slut. I gave you these sessions because I believe you have immense potential. If you could just stop thinking with that thing between your legs, you’d be world-renowned.
I sat down and asked you if you completed my assignments. You put your pencil in your mouth and made a pouty face. Sorry, you said, but James was away on business, and I had to watch the dogs. And that’s when I snapped. We’re done here, I said. You’re just wasting my time. I could be writing the next revolutionary novel and you’re trying to distract me with your skimpy dresses. And then I told you: I believe you have extraordinary potential if you could only stop thinking with your cunt.