e

as working on for the next semester before getting up

ogy class began to pack up, bringing me their final exams. I kept a stack, smiling and

Greek Mythology, but the way you teach it with such enthusiasm is c

t. I've always had my head in the clou

tually bel

on of it, yes. I think we all need to

later. I wish you t

months getting to know my students just to say goodbye to them when I figured out I liked them. After collectin

I still had to grade the papers and finalize the mini-mester syllabus. "No rest

ale voice said

, looking at the young man

or

cognizing him from class. "Did

g out for a minute so I co

Oh, what's going on?"

no longer your student. That means, it's not against an

bted we had anything in common. "That's very nice, but you are still a student at U of H and I am still a professor with

date. If it's go

ou're an attractive young man and I'm sure you have an enti

twenty-something. He was talking sex. He actually thought I was just

office. Enjoy your break and good l

him. At thirty-three, I was one of the youngest professors on campus, but I was certainly not the prettiest or sexiest, at least in my opinion. One of the art teachers looked like

all liked my ample breasts. They were one of my best features and I didn't mind flaunting them just a little

hing that would fit into a size four pair of jeans. It was never going to happen, ju

stack of papers that was waiting for me. I liked the classic method of students actually writing down their answers. I k

wasn't something I would ever do. Some days, I felt like I would die a lonely woman. Other days, I welcomed the idea of living