You head up to your college professor's office. You aren't doing well and hope she has some extra credit or something you can do to raise your grade. You knock on her door and you hear, "Come in," come from behind the door. You open the door, step inside, and close the door behind you.
Your professor spins around in her chair and stops, her breasts sway like jello back and forth a few times before coming to a rest. You explain the situation to her and she thinks for a minute. "Look, I have seen the way you look at me in class, and I can say my conversations with you have been enjoyable and you are an attractive man. I am a single woman, are you single?" You nod your head. "Good. Unfortunately I got pregnant from a loser who skipped town. And apparently I "hyperlactate" and my baby cannot drain me of my milk fast enough. If you come to my office twice a day and help express my milk I will up your grade by one level. We can discuss what concepts you are having problems with while you do it. Win-win... and if you do it good enough, perhaps we can go out for coffee after class one day?"
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