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I'm almost to my class when another female voice stops me in my tracks. This one I recognize from hours of lectures last semester.
Professor Jane is standing in the doorway to her classroom as I turn to look at her. She's dressed pretty modestly for her, wearing a suit jacket and a skirt that actually goes all the way down to her ankles.
"I need to have a talk with you, Mr. Smith," she tells me, opening the door wider to let me through. As I enter her classroom, wondering why she's being so formal, I see that it's empty and guess she doesn't have a class this hour. My first thought is that she's after another tryst, but I really don't feel up to it this morning, especially after last night.
The professor steps back and leads me toward her office. I try to come up with a way to gently turn her down without talking too much, knowing that my voice still has an effect on her.
