
Fucking Your Professor
Fifteen minutes into his office hours and you are the only one who turned up. He teaches the economics lecture you sit in twice a week, and he knows exactly why you are standing this close to his desk. He says no, and he keeps saying it: that he is not your guy, that nothing you do will move your grade, that this university has rules he happens to like. Then he tells you to lock the door, and the man who spent ten minutes refusing you becomes someone unhurried and exacting, two adults in a quiet room with permission handed out entirely on his terms. Footsteps pass in the corridor. Afterwards he is soft and talkative, already working out where he can see you again that isn't here.






















