She’s got those blue eyes that I could stare into for hours. Oh, and she’s married, has been for 17 years. What I haven’t mentioned ...et, is she’s 38. At first, it was just that innocent crush a male student has on his professor. I’ve never been lucky enough for something like hooking up with my professor to happen.We’d known each other from both of us being at the school all the time and in passing. Her husband also works there, as an activities coordinator. She's holding a sexy, see-through negligee in her hands, teasingly waving it at you. You can't help but picture her trim, athletic body filling it out."Very nice," you say with a grin. "Just a little something I bought to keep us entertained at the hotel," she giggles. "This, and my new bikini."You look over at her suitcase -- easily three times the size of yours -- and spot the tiny red string of fabric sitting on the top. Shaking your head in amusement, you joke, "That's a bikini? Looks more. How in hell did she get this damn thing on?It occurred to me that emergency rooms and EMTs must have a special tool that can be used to cut such a garment, but who comes to a sexual assignation in the woods with such a thing. I did have my little swiss knife in my pocket with its 3/8 inch sissors. But that damn bra look as if it might be reinforced with Kevlar. Probably beyond the means of my little knife. I had noticed a shed on the edge of the forest when I arrived, and wondered if I. “This is Azia.”“Hey, Azia! I’m Jarrod.”“Thanks for letting me stay here,” beamed the effeminate dude.“So, Azia,” Amber started. “You’ll be sleeping on the couch. It pulls out into a bed. You can put your bags in this closet.”“Got it! Do you mind if I take a shower real quick. Being on the bus for a whole twenty-four hours has me feeling icky,”“Sure. First door on the left.”Jarrod and Amber dug into the burgers. Amber informed him that she had picked up an overtime shift tonight at the hospital.