The Professor_(3) |
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Introduction: Standing in the shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the longer it took for me to get ready, the more time would slow down, and the more time I had until he arrived on my doorstep. |