What is Miss Testone getting at?

Before John could say anything, Miss Testone put her hand on his shoulder.

"You can't squander your academic future just because you think you have a nice body. Let's get together at my apartment later to discuss this."

All John could do was utter, "What time?" while he tried to keep his eyes from drifting down to his teacher's breasts.

"Let's make it 7:30. Here, let me give you the address." Miss Testone handed John a Post-It note with her address and apartment number on it.

"Don't be late," Miss Testone called after John as he gathered his things and left the room.

Later that afternoon, John told Renee about the ordeal as they studied.

"Maybe she wants you," Renee said teasingly.

"Yeah right!" John replied. "To tell you the truth, the whole damn thing embarasses me. I really don't want to go, but I'm curious about what she's going to tell me if I show up."

"Come on, John, Don't fool yourself. She's not going to pull your pants down and suck your cock. She's into the whole psychology of the human condition garbage. She's going to ask you how your feelings for her make you feel. It's a bunch of bullshit if you ask me."

"Yeah," John sighed, "you're right."

"Then again, there's always the posibility..." Renee trailed off.