Fridays, 3.30

You've stood too close all term. After every lecture: a question in your eyes, bits of a knowing smile in the corners of your mouth. You're nearly my age, older than the rest, and should know better.

I stopped stepping back at week 6. Your dresses got more prim, your heels higher, your lips more red. I started wearing ties and after shave. And leaving the room with slick panties, every time.