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