4
The sun filled the room as Melanie woke to the sound of birds chirping in the window. She rolled over to watch her professor as he slept. A gentle tranquility washed over her as she studied the lines in his face, memorizing each nook and cranny of the well worn life his age displayed.
As quietly as she could, she slowly crawled out of bed. She began to get dressed as she thought of the passionate night she had just experienced.
Of course, Melanie knew about s*x - she wasn't a mutant, after all. But she just had no idea how much she could truly enjoy s*x. Armando had made her feel sensations she never knew her body was capable of having.
Once dressed, the student glanced around the room looking for a scrap of paper. She found a notebook on her professor's desk and wrote a short note:
