The dreary life of a university teaching assistant…the low man on the academic totem pole. But it had some good points too. Teaching the senior seminar turned out to be one.
The memories of how she dressed...was it innocent, or was she deliberately teasing me? And the flirty comments after class....
I remember the afternoon things finally changed, when she stayed after class to discuss the dominant/submissive subtext of the assigned novel. How the discussion got heated, and how I finally stopped, gazed at her silently for a minute, and then said slowly and firmly, “Go up to the board now and write ‘I’m your whore.’”
The intensity of our locked gaze was tangible. She hesitated, then slowly stood up and walked up to the board.
This was going to be good.
The challenge this week was: 128-138 words.
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