To assign extra-credit work, I would have to be fair about it, and give the entire class the option, and this wouldn't help you, at all.To assign extra-credit work, I would have to be fair about it, and give the entire class the option, and this wouldn't help you, at all." She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere, "I'd do anything for a respectable grade, Professor." "Bridget, I think you should be careful how you phrase offers like that. You don't mean `anything.'" "Yes, I do, Professor." I gave a small chuckle, "With an offer like that, you better watch out. I'll have you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don't make offers like that, Dear. After all, I'm only human." She locked her eyes on mine, "Professor, you must understand. I am prepared and willing to do ANYthing." "Do you know where I live, Bridget?" Bridget arrived on time, wearing sweater and jeans. I had an aromatic fire warming the room, Anita Baker on the stereo, and a very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in the firelight. Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full and moist. We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and began talking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She was still tense, but seemed determined to be cooperative. We talked about her small home town, and the one boyfriend she had gone steady with in high school - he went to a large private college on the opposite coast, joined a Frat, and wasn't calling very often. I was gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking. |