Professor Emerson.

Suddenly, John and Alicia both heard the sounds of shoes clacking on the floor nearby. John was very confused, as he had already assumed there were somehow no other males left in the world.

As he turned his head, however, he noticed the shoes were black high heels. Looking just a little further, he noticed there was a long, black skirt above them. His eyes flew up, as he realized who he was looking at:

Professor Emerson.

"Excuse me, Professor," he told her, being sure to look in her eyes as best he could from his current position. "I was just waiting to hear what Alicia wanted, because..."

"Because there's something she needs," the Professor finished. "I know, I know! I heard. But seeing as we're still in a school building, wouldn't you think what your teacher needs from you should be your primary concern?!"

"Oh, of course!" John said, jumping to his feet as fast as he could. Keeping his eyes on hers, he briefly bent down to raise his boxers and pants, before zipping his pants, and putting his hands at his sides.

"What is it you need, Professor?" he asked. "Some help creating a future lesson plan? Maybe a student teacher for a later class? I'd be happy to help in any way I can!"

"Of course you would!" she replied.

She said nothing more, which confused John. As he watched, she reached down into her purse (which John admitted he hadn't noticed before now), pulled out some sort of Post-It note, and handed it to him.

John looked at the paper in his hand, and could only tell it said something in Spanish. He then looked back up at his teacher.

"Professor!" he called out to the exiting educator. "I don't know what this says!"

"Then maybe," she told him, "you should be looking at something besides my ass during my class!"

With that, she closed the door behind her.