Eve is beaming

Eve walks out and you can tell she's happy by the huge grin on her face. You try to cool down for a second because you don't want to ruin that happiness.

"Oh my god, John you won't believe it. Professor Miles told me in some art school he went to in Europe that the professors all have something called a First Student, and that he loves the practice, so he's making me it!" she almost squealed, but she couldn't stop moving. You lose some steam just watching your girlfriend's tits bouncing with joy. She doesn't even notice as she continues, "So I guess the First Student is almost like a TA or something, or even just regular assistant I guess helping out with setting up class and stuff. He also said I get a stipend! It's not much, like 50 bucks, but still this has got to go on the resume right?"

You'd never heard of anything like that before. And though you're immediately suspicious you also recognize that even if it was made up, she could put it on her resume and make up some story about it. "Yeah...for sure. I mean yes - totally. Is it just setting up class and maybe grading some other students' works?"

She shrugged her shoulders, which with her backpack straps pushing them together already, was a sight you wish you could have taken a picture of, replying, "He did say some of the involved pieces he wants to setup in the studio might have to be after classes, probably after his Friday evening class. It shouldn't be all night so we can still maybe do whatever."

That makes you feel uneasy but you know Eve wouldn't cheat on you, especially with a gross old man. You try to cover your expression by asking her, "Do you have another class today?"