I looked up into his eyes, and smiled, thinking, Who cares if I don’t have a job anymore. Indian sex “Next time you come to class, don’t bother sitting down if you aren’t going to participate.” He walked back up the row, and back to the board, where he started talking about internal, and external conflicts of the main character in the movie we were supposed to had been watching. He put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed himself farther into my throat. “Miss Smith. I can’t do that, I think he’d recognize my screen name seeing as though it says, “NIKKI” in it. “Miss Smith, please come here.” I closed my eyes tightly and the only thing I could think was, ‘Oh shit. Then one or two people, the so called smart kids responded. “The board work.”
“Oh, pfft, like I did that? I felt his hand begin to massage the inside of my thigh. “FINE. ‘Oh god, whatever I did, I am so in trouble if he’s closing the door.’ He walked back, and sat in his rolling chair, and pulled it up to the desk. I like shoes…” I continued this pattern of random useless sentences for a few minutes and then decided to cover the page in nice little hearts.
