have been.
Karrie Stahl: When?
Justin Hunter: “ Why put off to tomorrow what we can do today?” Or something like that, the saying goes.
Karrie Stahl: Cornball…But I love it .
Justin Hunter: And I love you, Karrie Stahl.
I couldn’t think after that. My brain had instantly turned into a mushy bowl of anxiety soup. My face flushed red. My heart skipped way too many beats. My head was spinning. There was pain in my chest.
I was convinced that I was having a panic attack.
Surely, I was going into cardiac arrest.
“Shit,” I cursed silently as I slammed my forehead into the palm of hand.
Suddenly, this was all real. For three months, I had been living in a romantic fantasy land. For months, I’d been cheating on my boyfriend with a chat box!
Now, it was real. Now, Justin was a real person.
I couldn’t have been more terrified.
Like a little Yorkshire terrier, Sabrina was able to sniff out my fear.
She attacked in harsh whispers.
“Karrie, you can’t be serious! You’ve been cyber fucking this guy for months! Now you’re scared?!”
I timidly parted my lips. My heart was still beating so fast that it caused all words to escape me. Just as I thought of something to say, which would have probably still pissed Sabrina off, the professor interrupted us. “Karrie and Sabrina, since my lecture is interrupting your conversation, how about you guys leave the lecture hall?”
Despite Professor Spencer’s undeniably sexy stance and the way his tee cropped to his sculpted body, his look was stern and his eyes were angry as he stared at us from the bottom of the lecture hall steps.
Lustfully, Sabrina smiled at him as he climbed the steps towards the row that Sabrina and I were sitting in. Her eyes flirtatiously invited the professor’s anger.
To dodge any further embarrassment, I began to gather my things.
Like a horny lioness, Sabrina stayed seated, daringly.
She looked cocky. Yet, since she was blocking my exit to the aisle, I looked like a dumbass as I stood there eyeing Professor Spencer in fear.
“Out... Now. ”
Professor Spencer was hot to be in his late forties. He had been teaching for twenty years. Back then, I could imagine him looking as if he should have been naked and sweating on a poster taped to my wall, not in a lecture hall giving a boring Psychology lecture.
Because he was the total opposite of other old, fat, and balding professors, it was hard to take him seriously. He knew that. That’s why he simply ignored Sabrina’s flirtatious stare, turned, and walked away. Using my long legs, I was able to hop over her with my book bag hanging over one shoulder. Out of my peripheral, I saw Sabrina grab her purse. Of course she didn’t have a book bag, or books, or a freaking pen for that matter. I was her educational materials.
Sabrina followed me down the steps and out of the exit.
“Shit, he is hot,” Sabrina cursed with lustful and heavy breathing as we walked towards the exit of the Psychology building. “Too bad he’s old enough to be my dad.”
I had no response. My mind was not on Professor Spencer, or the test that Sabrina and I would fail now that I was missing the lecture.
My mind was on Justin Hunter.
Once she saw the anxiety in my expression, Sabrina’s focus shifted to him as well. “Let’s go! We gotta get you ready!”
Sabrina was all too excited as I reluctantly followed her to her Benz in the parking lot. I listened to her go on and on and on about how she was going to make me over to meet Justin. She was going to find me the best outfit, curl my hair, and do my makeup.
At the same time, I was instant messaging Justin to secure a location and time for our meeting.
“We’re meeting at Coldwell Park at five.” It sounded like I was announcing my sentencing. I sounded deathly afraid.
“Good! Nice public place in case he is the Facebook rapist!”
I found nothing funny in Sabrina’s laughter as we drove out of the parking lot. I was scared of Justin being
Karrie Stahl: When?
Justin Hunter: “ Why put off to tomorrow what we can do today?” Or something like that, the saying goes.
Karrie Stahl: Cornball…But I love it .
Justin Hunter: And I love you, Karrie Stahl.
I couldn’t think after that. My brain had instantly turned into a mushy bowl of anxiety soup. My face flushed red. My heart skipped way too many beats. My head was spinning. There was pain in my chest.
I was convinced that I was having a panic attack.
Surely, I was going into cardiac arrest.
“Shit,” I cursed silently as I slammed my forehead into the palm of hand.
Suddenly, this was all real. For three months, I had been living in a romantic fantasy land. For months, I’d been cheating on my boyfriend with a chat box!
Now, it was real. Now, Justin was a real person.
I couldn’t have been more terrified.
Like a little Yorkshire terrier, Sabrina was able to sniff out my fear.
She attacked in harsh whispers.
“Karrie, you can’t be serious! You’ve been cyber fucking this guy for months! Now you’re scared?!”
I timidly parted my lips. My heart was still beating so fast that it caused all words to escape me. Just as I thought of something to say, which would have probably still pissed Sabrina off, the professor interrupted us. “Karrie and Sabrina, since my lecture is interrupting your conversation, how about you guys leave the lecture hall?”
Despite Professor Spencer’s undeniably sexy stance and the way his tee cropped to his sculpted body, his look was stern and his eyes were angry as he stared at us from the bottom of the lecture hall steps.
Lustfully, Sabrina smiled at him as he climbed the steps towards the row that Sabrina and I were sitting in. Her eyes flirtatiously invited the professor’s anger.
To dodge any further embarrassment, I began to gather my things.
Like a horny lioness, Sabrina stayed seated, daringly.
She looked cocky. Yet, since she was blocking my exit to the aisle, I looked like a dumbass as I stood there eyeing Professor Spencer in fear.
“Out... Now. ”
Professor Spencer was hot to be in his late forties. He had been teaching for twenty years. Back then, I could imagine him looking as if he should have been naked and sweating on a poster taped to my wall, not in a lecture hall giving a boring Psychology lecture.
Because he was the total opposite of other old, fat, and balding professors, it was hard to take him seriously. He knew that. That’s why he simply ignored Sabrina’s flirtatious stare, turned, and walked away. Using my long legs, I was able to hop over her with my book bag hanging over one shoulder. Out of my peripheral, I saw Sabrina grab her purse. Of course she didn’t have a book bag, or books, or a freaking pen for that matter. I was her educational materials.
Sabrina followed me down the steps and out of the exit.
“Shit, he is hot,” Sabrina cursed with lustful and heavy breathing as we walked towards the exit of the Psychology building. “Too bad he’s old enough to be my dad.”
I had no response. My mind was not on Professor Spencer, or the test that Sabrina and I would fail now that I was missing the lecture.
My mind was on Justin Hunter.
Once she saw the anxiety in my expression, Sabrina’s focus shifted to him as well. “Let’s go! We gotta get you ready!”
Sabrina was all too excited as I reluctantly followed her to her Benz in the parking lot. I listened to her go on and on and on about how she was going to make me over to meet Justin. She was going to find me the best outfit, curl my hair, and do my makeup.
At the same time, I was instant messaging Justin to secure a location and time for our meeting.
“We’re meeting at Coldwell Park at five.” It sounded like I was announcing my sentencing. I sounded deathly afraid.
“Good! Nice public place in case he is the Facebook rapist!”
I found nothing funny in Sabrina’s laughter as we drove out of the parking lot. I was scared of Justin being
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