A Lesson in Cruelty

Outside

Where does it start? Like all the best stories, at the beginning.

I see you, you see me, our eyes meet.

You don’t need to speak, you don’t need to smile, you don’t need to say a thing. I know what you’re thinking.

Across the lecture theatre, across the seminar room, in the tutorial.

I always know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking about slipping your fingers up my top, caressing my skin, unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it gently off my shoulders, kissing my neck, your kisses trailing further and further down.

I’m thinking about it too.

Oh professor, you make a girl blush.