Looking for fresh flesh I enrolled myself in a summer class at a local college as an English teacher. The purpose was to help those students struggling with the regular programs, and feast myself with the view of young nymphs.
Nanci was my first.
She appeared in my office just as I was about to leave for the evening. She was dressed in a red wool sweater and tight denim shorts, white socks and sneakers, looking way younger that her 20 years, and I could taste my mouth watering as I ravaged her body with my eyes.
"Professor, can you please spare me a few minutes?"
"Of course. Come in, er...now let me guess...Bonnie...no...Nanci, isn't it?"
She beamed at my recognizing her. "Yes, Professor. I came to see you, before, but I'm in even bigger trouble, this time..."
By the time she had finished telling me about her low grades and how she just didn't understand how she could be doing so poorly, she was in tears.
I wanted to put my arms around her and pull her warm body close, but I fought the temptation. My years of experience at this game would carry me through. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and took several moments (and several
"Hmm..."'s) studying the book.
"Nanci, I can understand your concern. I don't know what steps you can take to achieve a respectable grade. I can try to spend some extra one on one work, I am not sure if you would be willing to spend so many hours away from your summer."
She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere, "I'd do anything for a respectable grade, Professor."
"Nanci, I think you should be careful how you phrase offers like that. You don't mean `anything.'"
"Yes, I do, Professor."
I gave a small chuckle, "With an offer like that, you better watch out. I'll have you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don't make offers like that, Dear. After all, I'm only human."
She locked her eyes on mine, "Professor, you must understand. I am prepared and willing to do ANYthing."