I am not happy with my grade in Human Anatomy, not at all. I have been leaving messages and sending emails to my Professor, but he is not getting back to me. I decide to pay him a little visit at his house. Maybe he made a mistake, maybe I bombed the final, or maybe he is waiting for me to come to him so he can see what cute little outfit that I got from Santa. My Professor has a reputation of liking cute girls.
I go to his house and ring the bell. I am wearing a short little pink skirt and white sweater, with cute pair of heels. He answers the door and invites me into his study to discuss my grade. At first, he is adamant that I got the grade I deserved. I insist that there has to be a mistake and could I please see my final exam.
His study is very cozy and warm with a fire going. He sits down at his desk and pulls out his folder. He starts going through the papers. He can’t seem to find my exam. He goes through all of his papers again and again.
He says it must be back in his office at the university. I climb into his lap and remind him that pretty girls don’t like to wait. He could change my grade now put all this silliness to bed, and then put me in his bed for the afternoon. I seduce him into his bed and demonstrate my expertise in human anatomy.
Bratty Bree