Rhian’s Advice

One of the things that Tim really liked about Rhian was that, while the sex was fun and exciting, she also respected his boundaries when it came to his school-work. Thanks to his trades, his grades were a non-negotiable, which took a certain amount of work every night. Rhian, having worked hard for her own education in her younger years, understood that.

So once their dinner was done, once he had pulled his face from her groin, and once she went to the washroom to wipe the cum off of her breasts, Tim curled up on the couch with his homework. It was mostly reading, getting a BA on English required the consumption of a lot of literature, but he also enjoyed reviewing his notes from the day. What once would have been a chore, an arduous exercise in self-control, now came to Tim easily. Pleasurably, really. It was like he was made for it, so inexorably was it tied into his being thanks to the magic of Justice.

The next day at breakfast, while Tim nibbled on some toast while teasing his professor’s leg under the table with his bare foot, she commented on his work ethic.

“I’d like to say it was the first thing I noticed about you,” she confessed with a smile, “but honestly, that honour falls to your legs. But your hard work came soon after. The other professors in the department have noticed it, as well. Doctor Jeffries went on and on about your paper on the literary influence of Shakespeare and the Bible on the development of western literature.”

Tim had no recollection of writing such a paper since it was from a time before his trades brought him into this new reality, but at the description, his interest was piqued. It was a fascinating idea for a project, probably pulling heavily on the ideas of Bloom. He hoped that the file was saved somewhere. He’d love to read it.

But instead of engaging on the intellectual level, Tim couldn’t help himself from flirting. He was still in his lingerie from the night before, so he toyed with the neckline and slid his foot higher up her leg. Staring coyly at the table and smiling through his painted lips, Tim giggled.

“Stop! You’re going to make me blush!” He said.

“While I appreciate your humility,” Rhian continued, “you should learn to take a compliment when it comes to your academic achievements. If this field is going to be your future, there are plenty of your colleagues who would gladly take credit for your work if you don’t. Please,” she reached down and grabbed Tim’s foot, giving it loving squeeze, “do this for me.”

Tim looked his professor in the eye, his coquettish facade dropped.

“Okay,” he said, seriously, “I will work on it.” Then, “Thank-you.”

When they returned to the apartment later that evening after a day of learning and teaching, Tim reported that, while he hadn’t completely stopped his flirtatious ways, he met every compliment head-on. He was going to take Rhian’s words seriously, as he seriously cared about his future. There were bright things ahead of him, and Tim was going to take all the credit he was owed.