My professor was the most attractive man in our college. He was tall, well-built, and had a firm, round butt from his regular gym sessions and football training. All the girls were literally after him, with some even pretending to get his attention. I wasn’t happy with one of my test results and needed to meet him before the semester break started. Meeting him in class was difficult, as girls flocked to him for various reasons. I wrote a note to him, requesting a private meeting, while he was walking past me during a listening test. He replied to my note, suggesting we meet at 8 pm in classroom 10.

The next day, I arrived early. He asked if I was going back home for the holidays, and I replied that it depended on the marks he was about to give me. He asked if I had eaten dinner yet, as he was hungry, but didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he took my hand and dragged me to his car, and we drove to his house. I was terrified.