Despite my best judgment

"I suppose so. Although, as a warning, I'm not the best writer. My writings were usually short, but meaningful. I had to really push myself to write the full introduction, two or three body paragraphs and a summary." I told her.

"Oh that's fine." She said as she walked to her door. "I already have it written, I just have some questions about some of the grammar I'm not exactly clear on." She opened her front door and led me past her very large, impressive living room. "Wow." Was all I could say. "Yeah. Well, when both your parents are doctors, as cliche as that is, you tend to have a nice place." She said

"All this and you go to a public school?" I asked and loosened my tie, unbuttoning my collar button. No sense in being completely formal at this point.

"You could sit on the couch while I get it. Make yourself comfortably, Mr. Johnson. I'll be right back." She said as she went to her room. My mind drifted off to some clichéd scenario of her emerging from her room in either her lingerie or nothing at all.

'I need to stop thinking about my student like this.' I thought these words slowly to myself, to really make them sink in.