I still remember how I felt when I decided I was going to f**k Professor Hale.
It was during his Wednesday afternoon lecture on history. He was pacing in front of the projector, every time he said the word “disruption” or “power” his eyes moved towards my row, towards me.
I sat in the front row. I was wearing a navy skirt that barely covers tops of my thighs when I sit, my white blouse wasn't buttoned one extra hole because I was running late and didn't bother you fit it.
I didn’t wear bra today, n*****s felt already hard from the air-conditioning and the way he kept looking. I crossed my legs slowly, letting the hem ride up until I knew he could see the lace of my black panties if he bent his head just the right angle.
I thought he won't but he did. His sentence got caught up for half
