I Get Caught On My Phone

Before I'm even able to consider some other way to try to talk to Miki about what was wrong, Miss Friedman walks into the class. All eyes go to the front of the room.

Miss Friedman is remarkable looking for a woman of thirty, and seemed to have the kind of genes she'd need to carry her looks well into her 40 and 50s. Frankly, I always was confused why she'd never tied the knot. With some people, especially fucking academics, work is life. She constantly wears a button up and a long black skirt. She's a red head with Dark Auburn hair, eyes behind a large pair of glasses, and a face that rarely has makeup beyond the bare minimum.

She also has the best ass of any college professor I've ever had. Really, you could club a seal with that thing. When she isn't looking, some of the morons from the first row love to make dumb gestures at it or even occasionally snap a quick phone picture. Though, I can't judge too harshly. I mean, I've stared at it more then the board in this class.

Today she's droning on and on about the 30 Years War and the effect it had on combined arms. I stopped paying attention about five percent of the way through the lecture. Miki is still playing with her phone. Talking to....well someone. Eventually, out of boredom, I take my phone out too and start browsing. A risky move considering Miss Friedman's no phones policy.Eventually, I find my way to tumblr. And not the sharing funny images tumblr. The pictures of nude women in bondage tumblr. BDSM porn tumblr (Editors note. RIP Tumblr). Which is an unfortunate place to be when I feel someone snatch the phone out of my hands. I look up at Miss Friedman just in time to see her...look at my phone screen. Her face goes white.

Oh fuck this day.

Is this the set up to a bad porn plot? Probably, but you should like this thread anyway!