She continued, “You sat there for months trying to look up my skirt, and you thought about nailing me on my own desk.” It was true that she had a ...abit of sitting on the edge of her desk during class. Maybe it was more comfortable than standing, or maybe she was subconsciously teasing the male students. Her tirade continued, “I teach here; I’ve worked for this, I demand some respect for it. I’m not one of those twats you’re used to banging around here. You’ve got some nerve, being in my office. ‘If you’re really sure. I’ll at least leave money for your dinner.’ Charlotte considered his offer, then accepted. What could it hurt, taking in to account the shock she had just endured. Peter smiled and put down a hundred, telling Charlotte to keep the change. She did just that, feelings of guilt over taking his money fading by the time Charlotte had started drowning her troubles in chocolate ice cream. Much to her surprise, a familiar elderly man slid into the seat across from her. ‘Well. At this time, I was laughing.“Shut up, Chad!” she said.“I’m sorry. But that’s funny. I will stop now. Sorry,” I said, quickly.“Stop looking at my booty!” Olivia said to Tim jokingly.“You know that ain’t going to stop, right?” I said in a low tone, trying to be witty.“Shut up, Chad!” she said.“Did I say that out loud? I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson. I am for real,” I said looking at her yoga pants. I could see exactly what kind panties she had on.Before she went to the restroom, she looked at me. Amanda's eyes shot open. It ... the pain was gone! Almost as if a switch had been turned off! She turned her face up to Ger, who was looking at her with worry."Wow!" Feeling better?" Yeah! Oh, gods, that's ... amazing!" Ger chuckled."Well, don't get use to it. If we don't either get picked up or find supplies within a week, you'll be doing without completely." He stopped. Amanda might not be herself yet, but she saw he regretted telling her even that much about their situation. She reached her.