Nesca sat in the back. She was going to have to break the news to Mr. Sexy. She had a feeling she wouldn't be missed. Some college guy sat right next to her, looking her over like a bug on a slide.
"Excuse me Miss Cutie, I'd like to get to know you, inside and out, before I make you mine, have you to show off, to make my boys jealous, to show 'em I got the prize of a lifetime."
She felt so uneasy she couldn't answer. She saw every eye in the class on her, then Professor Giovanni had finally entered.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Let's all continue from the last class. That would be our discussion of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". She smiled.
Class lasted the required forty-five minutes, but it seemed much longer to Nesca. She learned not a thing that day as she could concentrate only on her wild fantasies about the professor.
As the last person left class, he spoke, "You look really nice Ms. Omorose." He continued, "So what can I help you with today?"
An unhappy look crossed her face, "Well, I've decided to withdraw from the class." There was a long pause as he waited for her to carry on.
"It's because I haven't the smallest idea why I attempted to take this class, or why I even wanted to so badly. They said y. . . "
Her lips were suddenly crushed by his; his tongue probed her mouth. He grasped her by her "love handles" to draw her tight against him.
She felt his erection, hard against her belly, then tore away from his embrace.
