As Professor K motions me to his knee, I stare at him dumbfounded, glancing from his knee, to his stern face, back to his knee. I blink several times, positive I had misheard him. But no, there he remained, glaring at me, his knee beckoning.

Surely he must be kidding! Standing up quickly I take a few steps back, half tempted to bolt for the door. "Look sir," I stammer, my words tumbling out of my mouth in a high pitched squeak, "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. I will try to be ten minutes early next time to make up for it? How does that sound? Certainly this," I motion toward his knee, "is uncalled for."

Even as I say it I feel unconvinced by my plea. I'm shocked, yes, but a thrill has rushed through my body at the idea of his firm hand on my ass. Even more embarrassed by this epiphany, I back up again. I stop as I come to another realization. Gaining confidence, I stand my ground and meet his eyes. "Perhaps we should stop wasting more precious time and get to the tutoring?"