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st sixty minutes. I waited outside the door for fifteen minutes while they discussed whether or not I had done enough work to obtain my doctorate

leted my ta

body felt like the excitement had been exhausted and a

ore heading back home, and I brought my Kindle along with more than my fair share of bodice rippers. We had planned on going out for drinks tonight to cele

ter and ordered a big ca

ysique: slim and powerful with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. At one point, I had run into him in the school gym, where he had been playing basketball with several pupils. Sweat had soaked through his T-shirt, so he had pulled it off

ith him. There were as many female as male students in his Pure Math classes, and it was all because to h

about. When he noticed me, he

Dr. From what I've heard

fool, and this time was no different. I turned a bri

nge, setting my Kindle down on the counter while I rummaged. I caught Professor Bretton's eyeroll and the girl's

s on here, please," he

h embarrassment, "Umm, I

appreciate it if, the next time, you could locate your cash before you reac

he slowly turned away. You'r

ne, and I wasn't about to let Professor Bretton steal it from me. There would be many

loaded before diving into the meat of the writing. As a reward to myself, I gr

hing," Lannie Wood condenses the stories of many topics into digestible chunks. How bizarre! I flipped through the pages, perplexed as to wher

zied search for a new coffee cup, I may h

etely and to

fade away. Instead, I was holding Professor Bretton's Kindle, an

, you can do this." He must have had a lesson to study for or some clever research to conduct, or anything like that, else he would

hand and rapp

ome in," his voice said. The

ad a cup of coffee in one hand and my Kindl

with the contents. Because I had nothing to apologize f

sorry, Professor Bretton, I must have gotten the inc

said nothing. After what seemed like forever, he broke his quiet and glanced ar

rage. I immediately felt bad about what I said. I don't know why I

eminist principles. You've also requested that your PC lovers slap you, but you've always been in charg

to the mark, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it. A

her than making a hundred excuses about open office doors, yo

ut I would not let him dismiss me like this. I knelt down, spread

Bretton, what

ep from flinching or retreating entirely. I didn't move an inch, my mind fixed on the hardening cock by my mouth and I

r, faded away as the seconds passed. Now only a basic idea remained. I had to get on my knees per Oren's instructions. That settled the matter. Absolutely nothing else was of any si

He paused, looked me up and down. I was dressed professionally for my dissertation defense, i

sk next to my Kindle. After that, he walked right on past me