Ah, yes, Grace, do come in. She stepped, nervously, into the professors office, she'd never been here before. On the desk, she noticed a pile of towels, and several large bottles of water. You wanted to see me ? She said. Yes, yes, now, some photographs have come into my possession, disturbing photos, of you. You're well aware that I was very against you having a place on our law course here, and your marks seem to support my hesitancy; you're clinging on by the skin of your teeth girl, and now this! What, what, photos are you talking about Grace asked. What photos? Good god you little slut, I don't know whether to phone the police, or your parents! Her heart sunk, oh no, she knew which photos....
Look at this one, he said, passing her a small picture. Your young breasts lewdly on display, your slim thighs splayed apart, and your hand, actually holding your vagina open, to better let people see the stream of urine spraying out of you. Utterly, utterly disgusting! Wanton and vulgar, worse than a common whore in the street. I should send you down immediately. She started pleading, apologising, saying she'd work harder, get better marks. No girl, stop. He bellowed. There's only one way you're keeping your place here, and that's going to involve drinking plenty of that, he nodded towards the bottles on the desk, and giving me a private performance! Now, let's have those trousers and knickers off, I'm looking forward to a good close up of that little cunt and watching you piss for me.
