Beech beech mein mein uski body ke other area per bhi pinch, rub aur massage kar reha tha. Per uske kharbooje jaise stan hi mere hathon ke main taget ...he, Jab mujhe jyada mazza aataa to mein uske nitambo(buts) per jor jor se slap kar deta jisse wah aur uttejit ho jaatee aur dono ko mazaa aatta. Mein jasei hi Kavita ki Guda ke aas paas slap karta Kavita aur jor se apni yoni ko mere Ling ki taraf dhakel deti aur dono ka mazza doguna ho jaata. Achanak Kavita bechain see ho gayi aur uski bechaini. By a student though, which, yuck. What is it about me that screams slutty professor? Other than the facts that I'm slutty and a professor, obviously. You know what I mean, I'm sure.I miss you so much already, but I'm so busy that it's hard to have time to think about it. It wouldn't have taken me so long to sit down and write this if I weren't. Everything about this is hard. My job is hard, experiencing a new culture and not constantly putting my foot in my mouth is hard, and being this. I’m not ready for that yet.”And with that she left. I was in shock for a little while. But I soon went home, crawled into bed, and dreamed those dreams that love brings to us.--- For a couple weeks following this excursion, we talked daily. We talked almost constantly. Texts and phone calls at night. I saw her when I worked. I watched her with emotions I never knew I could have. We didn’t go out again though. Next I saw her out of work was when I invited her to my aunt’s house. It was my aunt’s. Diana ignored the frowns and read the next fact, “A person is responsible for their own happiness.”“It is impossible to change the character of another,” she said.She picked up her stack of papers and straightened them. Looking out at the audience, she said, “Those, my classmates, are the facts of life. Ignore them at your own peril.”As Diana stepped away from the podium to return to her seat, an old man rose from his chair and shouted, “For the love of God, listen to her.”The audience slowly.