Chapter 34 Wet For Teacher

• Ellen’s voice was more effective than cold water. I jumped, nearly banging my head against Foster’s. Suddenly everything that I’d just done with Foster came rushing back to me. Shame instead of pleasure. Humiliation instead of joy. I could not believe what I’d just done.
• With cool precision, Foster slid out of me and buttoned up his pants and shirt. He adjusted the tie that only minutes before I’d mussed. I watched horrified as he made his way to the door. He opened it a crack, smiled, and said, “In a few moments, Ellen, I’m finishing up with another student.” Finishing up with another student? I felt like raw meat, used and abused. He’d definitely finished with me, all right.
• “If it’s cool with you I’ll come tomorrow,” Ellen replied, her voice muffled by the door. “I’m running late for my next class. Thanks Professor!”