Winslow lets you off the hook

?Relax Pat,? Professor Meredith started.  He grabbed your hands before you could undo a single button of your blouse.  ?As much as I would enjoy the vision of your mammoth mammaries in their naked glory, this is not the time, place or reason for such a display.?  You looked at him confused.

?B-But M-My grades?? you stammered nervously.

?I cannot say for sure until I correct your test.? the professor shrugged, ?Come to my office tomorrow and I?ll be able to tell you how you did.  Your work throughout the semester has been good but not spectacular.  If you did even half as well on the final as you have throughout the semester, you?ll be fine.  If not, you have until Friday to turn in a project for extra credit.?

?Yes sir.? you answered softly and turned to leave.

?One more thing Miss Johnson,? Professor Meredith interrupted.  You quickly turned back to face him.  ?You need to be careful about promising anything.  Few men will hesitate to take advantage of such an offer.  And no matter how much you might enjoy paying the price, it is wasted if you don?t get something for it.?  You stared dumbly at the Professor as he finished stuffing the tests into his briefcase.

?Now if you?ll excuse me, I need to leave so I can pretend that I don?t know anything about the keg of beer or party in the dorm or the underage drinking that will be going on.?  Before you could respond, Professor Meredith picked up his briefcase and left.  After a moment, you dashed out the door.  You barely got two steps out the when you stopped and looked around.