Relax Pat.

?Relax Pat, its not that bad.? Elizabeth smiled.  Taking her hand from your crotch, she crossed to the desk.  She began putting the exam papers in her briefcase.

?You?ve actually done quite well this semester.? she continued, ?Your final exam probably won?t change your final grade.?  You breathe a sigh of relief.

?However, if you totally bombed the final, it could have an adverse effect on your grade.? She paused as she saw that you had tensed up again.  ?If you?re concerned about your grade, there?s still time to do extra credit.  But the deadline for turning it in is Friday.  You need to stop by my office tomorrow.?

?Now I?ve got to get out of here so I can pretend that I don?t know anything about the kegger party or underage drinking going on in the dorm tonight.?  You were mesmerized as she walked to the door of the classroom.  There was an exaggerated sway to her hips as she walked away.  Every step she took suggested heavenly delights for the man who won his way to her bedchamber.  She stoped at the door.  Her large breasts jiggled enticingly as she turned so she can look at you.

?One last thing Pat,? she said, her throaty voice became even huskier, more sensual, ?I won?t forget that you offered to do anything to pass my class.  Not everything I offer for extra credit will be related to the class.  And before you decide, my reputation for being a bitch extends beyond the classroom.?  Before you can figure out what she meant, she turned and left.  After thinking about it a minute you hurried after her.  You stopped just outside the door to look around.