your professor

The doll looked exactly like Professor Caroline Stephens. Professor Stephens was your psychology professor, and unlike the middle aged and elderly that made up most of the faculty, she was actually doable in a MILFish way even though she had no kids, so technically was not a MILF. She was a PILF: Professor I'd Love to Fuck.

You realize you have class. You shove the doll into your backpack and head out the door.

You arrive to class and see Professor Stephens looking at her board as if she is pondering what to write.

You take a seat in the very back and pull out your notebook as Dr. Stephens starts to write today's objectives on the board. You see the doll in the backpack. it is dressed exactly like Professor Stephens: Black slacks, untucked blouse, and black blazer. You look around and put the doll in your lap to study it.

The other students file in, and no one sits next to you. As Professor Stephens starts to talk about an upcoming test, you raise the doll's arm. You look up and see Professor Stephen's arm is up in the air. She looks at it. She then looks frustrated. "Weird, I can't put my arm down," she says. She screws up her face as if she's trying to lower her arm.

You lower the doll's arm, and Professor Stephen's arm comes down. "Holy shit," you whisper to yourself.