“So long, boys!”
Her heels clattered on the stairs, as if a hard little ball was rolling down behind her.
The students gossiped.
“I don’t like her flesh. It looks like rotting meat.”
“She thinks she’s quite something, but what’s so difficult about stripping off and standing still?”
“She’s on the make. Didn’t you know? Flunked the entrance exams last year, got a job in the dean’s office. Puts herself about there, stands about here. She just wants another go.”
He listened, said nothing, and did not go back to the class. Then he heard her voice. She had found out he was a student, what year he was in, and looked up his phone number in the college records. She came round and took her clothes off. After that came a lot of talk.
“You can pose with your clothes on, but nude pays better.”
