“How bad?”“Supposedly they’re mildly abnormal cells that don’t need immediate treatment, just watching. But needless to say she’s a basket... case. And now I know why she’s been acting so strangely for the past two months!”“Wow. OK. You drive safely. Call me when you get there and call me when you leave to come home.”“Will do. Don’t share the reason with anyone. I told you because I needed to let somebody know what was going on. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”“Thanks for confiding in me, Steve. I’ll. I saw the milky-white navel of hers again when her tshirt raised till her ribs. When the cold air hit her she immediately pulled it down. The damage was done. I saw what I wanted to. She wanted to go to the restroom and remove it but she had gone there few minutes back. I laughed at her and told her that I will hold down her shirt for her. She did not know what to reply. But then she dragged her chair closer to mine. It was a risky thing to do. Someone could see this. I looked around to see. Our conversation continued for about 10 minutes before I figured it was time to break the news.“Well Professor, I know the grade doesn’t mean much but if I were you, I would change the grade to the 'A 'you know I deserve.”“I’m sorry, what was that?”“My grade. It should be an A.” I paused. “Professor Lambert, it’s me. I am Jenni.”He stood there in stunned silence, uncomfortably adjusting himself in his old leather desk chair. I explained to him that the story I wrote was really based on a real. "We could have some fun on the bed you know," he said, sounding so cheesy."Or we could just fuck on the couch," I retorted.He smiles, let out a laugh and started walking back to the living room. I followed, taking the last sip from my wine glass.I told him to sit on the couch and put my glass on the counter. I the stood a few feet from him and started to take off my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly snd letting it fall to the floor. I had on a really cute pink bra with white lace on the cups. So far.