All of the men looked very tired and weary, and as soon as they had halted. They let themselves fall to the ground except two of them the fattest and ...he youngest. They walked over to the horse the prisoner lay on. The fat one grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the ground. Draped over the saddle he had only seen a pair of long and well-formed legs topped by what you could call a tight ass. With her laying on her back he could see she had brown hair that reached to her shoulders. Her mud. He was my poetry professor, one twenty eight year old Nathan Kennick. He was honestly the reason I decided to take a poetry class. As much as I longed to take a fiction workshop, I couldn't pass up four hours a week staring at him in his flannel shirts. It was an added bonus that his class would help me in getting my creative writing major. We eventually became good friends, maybe a bit more flirty than most teacher student relationships. When I'd walk by him he'd always give my arm a squeeze. More

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