"So Daniel, may I ask what's wrong? They didn't really say, just that you were sick and your wish was to go on a date with me," she asked, starting to...sit up.I smiled a little–couldn't help it, she was showing interest. "Well," I started, "About three months ago, right before I turned eighteen I was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Doctors gave me nine months or so. Based on their projections I only have a few more weeks at best before it will reach a point that I'll be hospitalized. ." you hesitate and in that few seconds, I imagine your warmth around me " ... uncomfortable." Really?" I shiver even though it's 75 out here. You make me uncomfortable too. Too hot. "So go away." Nah." You grin. "Glutton for punishment."We get the all clear and slowly the office begins to file into the building. Five thousand drones surge toward the doors at once. You pull me out of the crowd."We could take the stairs."We both know that the door is locked on our floor. I don't think you plan. Fir muje bed pr lita kr dono chodne lage tabhi teesra ladka aa k apna lund meri choot me daalne ki kosish krne laga. Mai chilane lagi please mai mar jaaungi 3 lund ek sath mai nhi le paaungi mai sabko ek ek krke khush kr dungi pr meri kisi ne nhi suni aur kafi kosish k baad usne apna lund meri choot me daal hi diya ab mere dard ki koi limit nhi thi mai chilaane lagi “Kutto mai mar jaaungi mummmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy fat rahi hai meri choot aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh oh my god nikal lo please muuuummmmyyyyyy. ”I forced my gaze away from my lap and allowed my eyes to travel back up to his. He was studying my face intently. “Very well then. I called you in here to discuss your essay on Montesquieu.”Squirming under his watchful eye, my philosophy paper was not what I was thinking about. It was very obvious that he looked delicious, but I wonder how he would taste...“What about it, Professor?”“I’ve read a lot of these papers in my time, as I’m sure you could have guessed. My classes range between three.