"Look, Jake," I said, putting the extra glass on the table, but keeping the full one, of course. "Why don't we sit over there on that bench and just c...nsider this whole thing a little, huh?" Fine with me," he said. "I like considering whole things." So we went over and sat on the bench. I put at least ten inches between us."Do you always introduce yourself by inspecting boobs?" I asked."Only to lovely women," he said. "And then only if they facilitate the inspection." Forget the lovely," I. My turn I say as I push her over so that she is laying on the bed. I grab the hem of her panties, the still look dry. I begin to pull them down from her hips. I keep going, the gusset sticking to her crotch until finally, halfway down her thighs I realise just how wrong I was, they had were not dry she simply had not soaked through her gusset yet. As I pull them down further I see that there is a very large damp patch on the inside accompanied by a strip silky sticky goo with a few tiny bubbles. My kind doctor offered me anti depressant, but I would have nothing of it. A sorrow numbed with medicine will return the moment you stop drugging yourself.Six months later I was out to buy a few necessities. It was a fine summer's day, so I walked home via our harbour, which was quite a detour. I actually liked it, so the next day I took another walk, a little longer. When winter came I had gotten so used to long walks that I just continued. A few days with snowstorms I stayed at home, but. Damn, the man was a fine site. With short, almost black hair, piercing eyes and a lean, muscular body like that. I could just spread him on a cracker. ‘Am I boring you, Miss Grey?’ He narrowed his eyes. His hard jaw settled. Shit. I blinked and tried to shift focus from his body to his pissed off gaze. ‘No. Of-of course not. I’m just, uh..’ I trailed off, heat spreading over my cheeks. Damn it. I glanced around. I’ve never been afraid of my professors before, always had a good rapport with.