Professur said:
Hey, she's done her homework. Read up, and still didn't run off.
*grabs a slice and a brew*
So, tell us about your dreams about me.
I've always dreamed of a man, no, a teacher, if you will.
He could teach me all about the big, bad, world and how to keep it at bay. He could teach me things that I've only dreamed about. Like flying through the air like superman. Ever have that dream?
Someone who could swoop me up into his big, strong arms, his long hair flowing around his square jaw and down to his muscular shoulders....
Oh, wait, that would be Fabio, the coverboy of romance novel fame.
I'm sure you've been often mistaken for his twin brother though.
Howya doin' unclehobart?