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Anatomically Correct

I entered my second year of college thinking that I’d take the core anatomy class and have an easy term. Four weeks in, I was failing the class. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the subject; it was that Professor Wilson had this distracting way of turning his back to the class when he explained a subject.

You see, he had the best ass of any man I’d seen. When he paced back and forth in front of the class, I couldn’t help but think of reaching out and grabbing him—just to see what it felt like beneath my nails.

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