My Professor

We got back to his off campus apartment. I laid down in his bed and passed out in pure exhaustion.

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She looked so sweet laying there in my bed, her clothes all tattered and torn. I sat down on the couch in the living room. I had only been sitting there about 10 minutes when my two roommates returned for the evening, neither one had a girl on their arms. The night must have been a total flop for them, for once.

They looked at me with the same disappointed look they always give me when they find me alone on the couch when they return. “What happened? Did it not work out with that girl from the bar?”

I smirked, “Oh it worked out alright.” They didn’t look convinced. I got up and motioned for them to follow. I lead them to my bedroom and opened the door. There she was right where I left her not more than 20 minutes ago. She had rolled onto her back, so not only could you tell her clothes had been soiled and a bit torn at, but the large rip down the front of her shirt was visible. Her shirt lay ripped apart, half still covering part of her chest, while the rest lay by her side. They both turned to me looking fairly impressed with my work.

“Didn’t I tell you?” I said. “I knew what I was doing.”