A second special thanks to Estragon, who accidentally inspired the beginning by an e-mail he sent me with an article from a well-known academic journa.... NOTE 4: As always a million kisses and thanks go to my editors for this story as it went through many drafts and changes: Vanessa, LaRascasse and Estragon. Deconstructing the Professor: A Novella 1. THE ‘N’ WORD…a prologue of sorts Setting the tone of a class is critical, especially in college. Most students don’t want to be there and in. The night before my Birthday I asked him what I was getting for my birthday? He said tomorrow evening you'll find out. The kids are going to the neighbors and I was to wear my sexiest outfit for we were going out to dinner that I was to be ready by six. The next day I was so excited wondering what my present was. I spent all afternoon trying to decide on what to wear. I decided on a short little black dress David bought me about a year ago that I had only worn once. I forgot just how short it. Don't be bashful. I saw how you looked at me out there." Ma'am?" I said, kneeling to face her, tempted to grab her. I sat back on my heels and tried to relax."Damn it, I've told you about that. Show me your weapon, your fuggin' stupid male member, that I'm sure you're terribly proud of. We don' keep men that aren't going to be useful. Be quick about it. Been a'while since I seen one."I looked down at her and saw that she was serious, leaning back on one elbow and studying me like I was a bug. Two days had passed and still not a word from my lovely new friend. Perhaps I was being to strong with the word friend. I'd like to think that a woman who took my breath away was a friend, but at this rate she probably sees me more as a r****t. It was on one of these anxious mental rants that I checked my messages again half expecting the police to barge into my room any minute. Finally there was a message from her:"Hey, how have you been?"Simple and what I would have expected from her. It's.