A scholar involves a younger professor’s workplace hours.
She glances down the corridor, closes his door, kneels pleadingly.
“I’d do something to cross this examination.”
She leans nearer to him, flips again her hair, gazes meaningfully into his eyes.
“I imply…” she whispers, “I’d do…something.”
He returns her gaze: “Something?”
“Something.” She stated
His voice softens: “Something??”
“Completely something.”
His voice turns to a whisper: “Would you…examine?”
