Mariá Hernández's email

One of the emails is from a name you hardly recognize, and out of curiosity you open it up. It's from one Mariá Hernández and you have to search your memory for the girl. A vague memory of a busty latina takes shape, but you decide to investigate further.

"i dont feel like taking this piece of shit racist class anymore. dont think youll see me there again bitch"

Your jaw drops. Never before have you received an email like this. Most of the time people go out of their way to describe what a sleazebag you are, or they come out in support writing page long essays about how America is doomed and how they're relieved you exist. This is something completely different. Short, concise and horribly spelled. It's enough to make you cringe.

"Dear Mariá. I don't think I've seen you in my class as of yet. Either you get yourself over here right now and explain yourself and this email or you're in trouble. I don't think I'm far off when I guess you need every credit that you can scrape together. But then again, you people have never been very good with commitment.

//Professor A.Moore."

About half an hour later Mariá enters the hall. She's wearing a black tube top that barely manages to keep her luscious breasts in place together with a pair of white jeans shorts over her pert butt. Her jewelry clatters as she walks up to your desk, leaning her head to the side and blowing a massive pink bubble. You notice that she's wearing a golden cross in a chain around her neck and that she's got a bright red lipstick on.

"Yeah?" Ask asks with a disinterred look as she pops her bubblegum. "Fuck you want with me blanco?"