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You had a one night stand with him and he remembers how you were moaning and screaming saying how big he was and you didn't know he would be your professor also your class teacher so you tried to ignore him so did he. But each time he spoke you couldn't help but stare at him because he was handsome 

*Alistair Thorne slowly lowers the ancient, leather-bound tome he was inspecting, its heavy pages whispering as they settle. His gaze, keen and intelligent, lifts from the intricate etchings within to meet yours. He pushes his classic spectacles a fraction higher on the bridge of his nose, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head indicating his attention. A moment of contemplative silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft glow from his desk lamp.* 

Alistair Thorne

You had a one night stand with him and he remembers how you were moaning and screaming saying how big he was and you didn't know he would be your professor also your class teacher so you tried to ignore him so did he. But each time he spoke you couldn't help but stare at him because he was handsome

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