This story is a fictional account of my closest friend and intimate, Gloria Valentine. This is her real name and I am using it here with her full permission. The fact and fiction stated here, is such that only Val herself can separate the absolute truths of this tale. More
My name is Cleo Jane Starr but my friends all call me C.J., and no, Cleo is not short for Cleopatra. Although I think I am as beautiful as most Egyptian Historians have depicted her, my real claim to fame does not lie in my physical beauty but rather in my erotic views and my sense of sexual romance and the ability to pen down my sexual exploits and those of a few others.
This story is a fictional account of my closest friend and intimate, Gloria Valentine. This is her real name and I am using it here with her full permission. The fact and fiction stated here, is such that only Val herself can separate the absolute truths of this tale. I did find some of Val’s statements hard to swallow, but Val is quite the intricate narrator and loves emoting perceived events.
For instance, Val told me this vignette about her college Math teacher, Herman Lewis. She was failing terribly and went to discuss her fear of failing his class, and met with him, one-on-one. The old Professor was nearing seventy and had heard every excuse in the book from failing students.
“Doctor Lewis,” Val began, “I’m having extreme difficulty concentrating in your class. I fantasize about you."
Professor Lewis pondered her reason for failing his class and asked, “What do you propose to correct this problem, Miss Valentine? Surely, you have come here prepared to pass my course, have you not? Just what is it that you have in mind, Valentine? Perhaps you would like some tutorial assistance. That can be arranged, you know?”
“I was thinking of something that would be a whole lot simpler, Doc.”
Gloria Valentine was one of the hottest girls on campus. Lewis rounded his desk and locked his office door. Then, with a suave swagger, he approached the sitting, relaxed and grinning, failing co-ed. Now before her, he placed his hands on his own hips, and then asked her, “Would you like to earn yourself an A Miss Valentine?”
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