Professor, Professor I Know iI´s Late, But Please Tell Me How To Change My Grade?
"Sir. are you implying that I… have sex with you?” she whispers in a low voice, hardly daring to finish the sentence. My insides are jubilant with joy.
I loosen my Trendhim tie, which is a modern classic, and move my filled glass of cognac to my mouth. I smell its natural aroma of caramel and fruit which feels pleasant in my nostrils. I take a sip of the exquisite liquor, chewing on the alcoholic liquid before swallowing it. I place the glass on my hardwood desk, heaving a relaxing sigh and registering the cognac taste still lingering on my palate. I close my eyes, lean...