" I'm pretty sure he does, but it's really me that's the lucky one."The call from Henry's office was taken seriously and the subsequent radio chatter ...as overheard by the professional snoopers. After that, events resembled a free-for-all, as every news agency in existence scrambled for a ringside seat at what was bound to be The News Story for the next two weeks.By 3:15 P.M. everything official that could float was in the basin urging people to re-anchor outside the area. In some cases manually. She would not let it dredge up that terrible memory. She had to keep pretending that it never happened, that it had been some strange waking dream. She shuddered and forced herself to return her concentration to preparing dinner, though her head spun with the question on how she was going to break this to her husband Ralph."Look, all I want to know is exactly what happened to me in that class," Heather declared. She glanced towards the back door of the house and sighed. "It was real. I could. Throughout the day, we would take breaks, going to the men’s room or grabbing a coffee or some cookies. Over the lunch break, everyone else left to go to a restaurant across the street, but I stayed behind to make some notes on my file. She stayed behind too. Each time we would pass each other, we would look at one another with the same type of glance, casual yet purposeful. There was a sense of recognition in our looks. And then the day came to a close. I had the largest pile of documents in. Prof. Ashu: I have to go.Me: When should I come back?Prof. Ashu: After lunch, in the library.I couldn’t wait till then. My cock was so hard that I couldn’t even jack off. The moment I touched it, I was overcome with erotic sensations. At last, the time came, and I went to the library.Professor Ashu was standing near the reference section. On seeing her, my cock again stood up in attention. This time it was visible. Somehow hiding the erection, I approached her.Me: Ma’am, you called me.