There is always something alluring with the idea of an authoritative figure taking an advantage of someone in their care, forbidden as it may; it’s almost innate in our instinct to submit to someone that holds greater power over us. The structure of that hierarchy persists since the beginning of mankind, when we are but savages in caves…But what happens when the weak fights back? Instead of being taken an advantage of, you are the one that’s brave enough to take what you have always craved…The affection of your beloved teacher, the one who is always there to guide you on your path from a young girl to a fully blossomed woman, full of patience, who believed in you even more than your own family…How could you resist?
I should have foreseen the signs, the way you pinned out intimate details of my dating life under the guise of understanding what an University social life could like. As always, you were so clever in the way you did it, edging into very personal things, then back out into discussions of course selection whenever the conversation seems to be too much for me to take, who the good professors were and other safe subjects to hide away your interest. Hinting at the idea of a romance with someone much older than you, as in your own words, a more mature age that knows how to handle a young woman properly, especially in the bedroom…That should have been the first sign, and the way you have put your hand on my right arm should have been the second.