"Why are you here?" Erika's mouth fell open in horror. "What are you doing? You're dating one of my students, aren't you? It's Catherine, isn't it? Tim, I know she wears provocative socks, but she's nineteen-" The words rattled out of her mouth.
"Provaocative socks? How can socks be provocative?"
"You obviously haven't seen them." Erika smiled up at me, her mouth wide and sweet. Her hair was pulled tight into a bun, strands strangling her ears, but one tendril fell over her shoulder like a loop of scythian gold. She was hands and knees on the floor, scrubbing the edge of her desk with a tooth brush. Her hands were encased in rubber gloves and there were paper towels under her knees.
"What are you doing?" I laughed.
"A student threw up in here watching some movie." Erika said grimly. "As charming as the smell was, I didn't want to leacture surrounded by a pool of a delicate student's stomach juices."
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