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"So, Doug," said Ms. Jones. "I understand you're behind on your research. If you don't get it done, you can get no more than a C."

I watched Ms. Jones smile. She knew I thought I was smarter than she was, and she prided herself on her intelligence. I didn't like her look.

I typed in a test on the phone. Remove your blazer.

"I'm sorry. I'm working really hard," I say.

Ms. Jones stands up, removes her blazer and puts it on the back of her chair. "Well, I'm sure a smart young man like you is working really hard."

I decided for a really big test. Remove your blouse.

Ms Jones starts to unbutton her blouse. As I watch, I feel my cock stirring in my pants. "I have a great idea," you tell her as she finishes unbuttoning her blouse and lays on the back of her chair. She sits down wearing only a bra from the waist up. She does not seem to think anything about what she has just done.