'I really should have locked that door before I let Hawkins touch me...'
I think to myself as the burly security guard comes to escort me from my dorm room to your office.
'If only the cleaning lady had left early again yesterday, like she normally does...snitchy bitch...'
I curse myself for being so careless. My flawless reputation, and my academic future, both possibly shattered now due to a tiny moment of weakness.
Still... letting Dr. Hawkins take me on his desk, the picture of his wife and kids right next to me, that was an opportunity too thrilling to pass up. Too bad he'll likely be fired now. Sucks to be him.