"Eve. I'm almost done grading your paper. I should have it done by seven o'clock. Why don't you stop by then?" "I have class then, but I could come by after nine." "No problem. I should still be here." I gave him my best sexy smile and tossed my blond hair behind my shoulder as I left his classroom. Professor Erikson was the most attractive instructor in the English department. He was a southern boy through and through. Half of my reason for attending the lecture was to listen to his southern twang and watch his full lips move as he talked. I liked to imagine how his lips would look kissing my body. He always wore a brown tweed jacket with elbow patches over a standard white button-up shirt and tight fitting tan pants. His brown hair was always neatly parted to the side. At the beginning of each class he would lay out his notes in front of him. Then he would lay his watch at the top of his desk to his right. He would obsessively glance at his watch every five minutes. He had just the right amount of boyish charm and handsomeness that to make his neuroticism come off as endearing.
