Cassandra
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The next morning, the lecture hall was hotter than usual, and my body felt squirmish. Maybe it was because I was aware any moment from now Prof Malcolm might walk in.
As I heard his voice at the door, I immediately flipped my book open and pretended to read.
Of course, Mabel noticed how my body tightened and how my cheeks turned red.
“I just remembered,” she said, tilting to face me. “I thought you said you’re dropping his class.”
I didn’t face her, just kept my eyes on the black ink. “I changed my mind.”
She paused and then she said, “So what happened? How did he make you change your mind?”
“Why do you think he was the one who changed my mind?”
“I just feel so.”
Letting out a heave, I rubbed my forehead. “I gave him a blowjob, yesterday,” I whispered.
“Bloody ba
