“He what!” Aiyana exclaimed with barely contained excitement.
“He told me that he well wants me and wrote me a poem.”
“He is will be a perfect distraction!”
“That’s all it’ll be… even if it is something…”
“Stop it! Nilly Willy wants you. Babe I would want that prime piece myself if I could have it! You are going to forget about that asshole and go in for the moral less literature professor. Imagine him spreading you on the class desk while he recites Dante. Whispering it in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you and calls you his Desdemona… or whatever else.”