Just a brief filler until I have time to write y’all something more substantial. I’m trying to figure out what stories to even tell – most of real life doesn’t come out to great big long posts :). This happened two weeks after the day of my original post.
It was hot out, and I didn’t have enough clean clothes, so I found myself in a dress again, although it was something a bit more substantial than the two weeks earlier – definitely decent for work, ending a bit above my knee. I dressed carefully that morning; it was again the day of our weekly meetings, although I’d been seeing my Professor quite a bit more often than once a week.
This week, though, we did have real work to do, and so left the door open to dissuade wandering hands. I could feel his eyes on me, though, the whole time, and the bulge in his pants wasn’t exactly well hidden. We worked, though, for a full hour, without mentioning anything remotely unprofessional.
When the hour was up, I grabbed my computer to leave, but he beat me to the door, and shut it softly.