...Today was interesting. Professor Hotchner called me into his office and offered to tutor me. All though I'd have to say that he didn't really call me into his office to talk about my grammar skills. The look in his eyes screamed desire, lust, hunger, need ,and courisity. Then there was the prominent bulge in his pants, which he made no effort to hide. For months I have longed for him to look at me this way, and now that it has happened, I crave for him to look at me again this way. He gave me the address to his house. He wants to tutor me at HIS HOUSE! I know for a fact that the few people that he has tutored he makes meet him at the library, never at his home. So what make me different? Is there a chance that he feels the same about me? Are the rumors true about his "play" room? Or was he too unsure about how to approach the subject about the bruise on my face? There are so many questions left unanswered.
,Ashley