"That's for me to know professor," she said laughing as she stretched sinuously in her seat, her full, round breasts testing her t-shirt tops tensile strength as she arched her back. "I am going to College in the fall you know Professor," she finally added. "Bryn Mawr."
"Your mom's school."
"Uh huh, English major – I want to be a writer," she said shyly, "like you... well you already know that of course... When do you want me to start professor?"
"Whenever you're settled honey. No rush, I'm sure you have lots of friends to see, things to do."
"I'll start tomorrow sir. I want you to treat me just like you would anyone else."
Right, I thought, as if that was possible. "All right Samantha. Why don't you come over first thing, say eight, and we'll get organized. I'll probably need you til
