My Professor (illustrated letter)
He only hesitated a second or two longer, and then he seemed to overcome his inhibitions. In less than a minute he was standing in front of me, totally naked, his hands fidgeting nervously in front of his groin. He looked at me like a shy young boy searching for approval from his mother.
I had read him correctly: underneath his cold, arrogant, condescending exterior was an insecure little kid just dying to be told what to do.
And that was what my plan was all about. He was about to get these inner desires satisfied in a way he probably never dreamed of.
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