The clock hit 11am, time for class to start. You walk to the door and shut it. Turning to the 100 various faces you speak. “Good morning class, my n...me is Professor Cornell and this is World Literature. If you’re in the wrong class, get up and go now, but if not you are in for a truly interesting semester full of war, adultery, religious conflict, sex and everything else you can possibly think of. There is something in this class for everyone, and I hope you enjoy yourselves.” At that I felt. "No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could smell it closer." I couldn't believe my ears, he wants to smell it closer? With a look of shock and horror on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say."You want to smell it closer? What do you mean dear?" I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He didn't hesitate to answer, almost eager to be telling me."I wish I could smell it. Come here and make love to your Elsa!’ Her seductive smile returned almost as soon as it had faded and I moved into the bed and between her inviting thighs. I pushed her dress up a little and pulled her panties off as she lifted her hips to help me. God she was beautiful! She has the most perfectly formed pussy I have ever seen, lightly covered with blond hair. I moved my face between her thighs, and just took a moment to breathe in her female scent, She smelled sweet … floral … not even a. ”“Then why are you doing this? You should be the least willing to cause trouble! I remember you telling me that you came to terms with your faith and love for me a long time ago, but you’ve always been loyal to the church. Why are you so eager to turn on them now?” “Because you aren’t the only one who wants to change the world!” A moment of silence passed between them, the two staring at each other. “I want us to work and fight side-by-side, but on the battlefield, I’ll always be standing.