It was if I had been kicked in my testicles; my best friend and my girlfriend screwing each other's brains out – what a cliché. I left the room wit...hout them even knowing I had been there, with them still going at it like knives. I closed the door behind me and dropped Val's flat key through the letter box. I went back to my flat and packed a suitcase, wrote a letter to the Dean of Faculty telling him I was leaving, and went home. My parents were appalled when I said I had left college; I didn't. Reddy. She was in her late 40, never wore blouses, without a bra and had quite a large chest. One day I had to see her for extra tuition and I thought I’d try my luck. That particular day she was wearing shalwar kameez. I was sitting behind the desk and called her over because I was stuck. As she stood next to me, I put my hand up her shalwar and ran it up the inside of her leg. She didn’t say anything so I took it higher until I got to her knickers. “Please take your hand out now!”“I’m sorry. Before she processes what’s going on, I’m already pulling hard, strangling her graceful neck and cutting off her air. The former Deputy Press Secretary drops her phone and tries to scream, but only a high-pitched screech comes out. She tries to hit me with her elbows and kicks with her legs, but I’m in a good position behind her. I pull her against me for better leverage and can smell her sweet perfume. As she keeps struggling for air, face getting deep red, I see a dumpster nearby. Getting an. We were expected to spout this drivel as if it were the holy grail of business, when anyone with half a brain and ten minutes experience would know better.That left me with a conflict. I knew what it would take to pass the course, and I knew I could do most of this stuff in my sleep. The problem was, I didn't believe in any of it, and that meant I was going to have to spout this rubbish to get a pass. I might not have had high standards, but they weren't this low. It was Vac Hoover who.