Another occupation she's got herself.

Courtney, until the parking lot drew attention to herself, with a steady walk and a look ahead, she no longer lowered her head to check her "light" clothes she wore, if she got intimacy by the looks she would lower her head shyly, and see the her nudity, in a beautiful body being appreciated by everyone who was out there, some students who knew her and others who didn't. Their conversation has already become tips for students who still had classes with her, how to behave in front of her. Don't touch, don't stare directly at her female parts, and don't ask or talk about her body.

They were rules that were implied and picked up during her classes. Which would make Courtney's nightmare in the future as no one would comment or warn her that she is naked. Everyone would understand that she is like this consciously.

When she got home, wanting to rest, she remembered that the director asked for that hastily invented didactic project for the initial class, the Director demanded to be delivered tomorrow. "damn it!" she spoke again.

She took her note book, started to work on an improvised project, but was putting articles and quotes from books to form the basis of the thesis that she wants to guide.

The work took all night and went into the wee hours of the morning, but managed to finish. It was pretty convincing, she says, and from there she threw herself on the bed.

She didn't sleep a full three hours.

Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep

She woke up only to turn off the alarm clock, and stayed in bed for a few more minutes. A little while later, she found it, when she picked up her cell phone, 40 minutes had passed.

She got up, hurriedly, just fixed her hair went to the car, drinking a juice box, in her mind as she went to sleep in her clothes she woke up with clothes. When several students arrived, they greeted her, she thanked them all and went to the Director's room to deliver the project, the Director was not there. Even before the bell rang the room was already full of students waiting for her.

Classes ran smoothly, she struggled a bit with sleep, sometimes taking short naps during class, only interrupted by students finishing their activities. Even those who had a cell phone didn't use it during class, they saved it for a photo shoot. These were the moments awaited by the students that made some of them commit extravagances of wanting to hug her where they were instructed by others not to do so. But this time she gave in, feeling safe at the thought of being dressed.

At the end of the morning classes, during the lunch break, she asked some students to buy her lunch and take it to the classroom, she said she was finishing something and didn't want to leave. The girls went, she ended up falling asleep.