A student with language difficulties.

"Hello Dean Hawkfeather, I am sorry to intrude," a pretty Japanese girl greets you, standing up and giving a little bow of her head. "I am Tamiko Fuchida. It is most pleasure to meet you."

"Hello Miss Fuchida, pleased to meet you too. What can I do for you?"

"It is most difficult. My English language is not so good," she smiles prettily, bobbing her head again.

"It's certainly better than my Japanese," you joke.

"You speak Japanese," she says with a beaming smile, then quickly adds some rapid words in that language. You laugh and shake your head.

"No, I don't speak any Japanese," you say, "I was making a joke."

"Oh...a joke...I am very stupid. I did not understand."

"You're not stupid, Tamiko. You speak at least two languages. I struggle with one sometimes."

She frowns thoughtfully as if seeking understanding, then smiles at you. "You are being kind to me. Not...teasing me for my stupidity. You are a good man."

"I do my best. What can I do for you Tamiko?"

"Yes. You can do something for me," she answers, smiling and bobbing her pretty head again as her fingers start to unbutton her shirt. "You can make fuck with me."