"How much of a budget does this thing get?"She squelched the desire to ask what he meant by that since she could hear the students coming down the hal...l. Instead, she stood and began pulling her books and notes for the next class, "The budget is usually pretty generous but, of course, it's defrayed somewhat by the income. The estimate will be in the proposal that Zahir and Massey write up."He did look up then, "Income? These are revenue projects?" I'll give you the full run down later. Over. I came to know her and all. Evening class was fun because there were only 3 of us and no one else to bother.Then one day I asked her for her number. And she gave me readily.I started to wish her and stuff like that.We became quite close by now. Then one day I sent her a naughty joke to my surprise she sent me a voice message telling me how funny that was and then our chats turned a bit spicy.I used to most of the dirty jokes I get and she would send me smiles and emojis. Then I asked if I could. ” She kicked over his desk – who the fuck cared how juvenile it was – and stormed out.Within a few minutes, she was back in Mike’s room.“Beatrice, I heard a slam, what—”“You’re fine, Mike. Julias didn’t do anything to you, except make you forget whatever information he got.”“Oh ... ok ... that’s good, right?” He blinked at her. She must have looked furious.“Yeah. Get a snack and move your computer shit to a new haunt before something happens.”“R-right ... yeah.”He looked sad. Stupid kid had. ” “You probably could use a good massage at the end of the day.” “Right, and where am I going to get one I can afford?” she responded. I walked behind her and touched the back of her neck gently. “Is this where you feel it?” I asked. “A bit lower. Closer to my shoulders,” was the response as she leaned back in her chair. I took this as her invitation for me to give it a try, if I wanted. So I did. Massaging her shoulders, her neck, moving down between her shoulder blades, and then down the.