A student comes to a young professor’s office hours. She glances down the hall, closes his door and kneels pleadingly.
“I would do anything to pass this exam.” She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, gazes meaningfully into his eyes. “I mean…” she whispers, ” I would do…anything.”
He returns her gaze. “Anything?”
His voice softens. “Anything?”
His voice turns to a whisper, “Would you…study?”