My Professor (illustrated letter)
He looked like he was almost going to cry, but if I wanted this to succeed, I knew I had to maintain the pressure. I started to undo my incredibly teasing lace-up panties and I said, slightly more kindly:
"Do you think that I'm just being an insincere prick-teaser right now?"
He nodded dejectedly.
"Well," I then continued, "we'll see how you feel about that in a little while. Why don't you take out your penis and start masturbating for me?"
He looked as if I had just kicked him in the gut. "Didn't you ... didn't you just hear me?" he moaned desperately. "Here I just ... I just admitted to you ... something that I can hardly admit to myself ..." his voice quickly become small and sad and plaintive again, "... and all you do is act cruel and try to hurt me more."