05-07-2020, 07:37 AM
Next day, I was completely exhausted and didn’t even feel like going to college. I almost wouldn’t have to gone, until I realized that I had to keep up my attendance, otherwise I would fail. I intentionally decided not to take the carpool and instead opted to take two auto-rickshaws to get there. Frankly, I was tired of dealing with those bullies and just needed a break.
The first few classes of the day were uneventful. I actually started to dread that the day was coming to an end, because it meant I would have to face Professor Ashish again, since his was the last class – and after what happened between him and my mom, I’d preferred not to see him again.
It was unavoidable, however. So, when it finally came time to enter Professor Ashish’s class, I stalled for time, fiddling around the bathroom, mingling outside the door, trying to delay the inevitable. But when I peaked inside her classroom, I saw something strange. He was standing by his desk, talking to Rohit. What was going on? Why was he talking to Rohit?
I opened the door and walked in, it was still a few minutes before class and there were no other students in the room yet. When they saw me, they stopped talking and looked in my direction. I had a deer-in-the-headlights look in my face as I saw Professor Ashish greeting me with an angry look in his face while Rohit smirked away.
"Rohit here was just telling me he found that awful, disgusting note you wrote about me."
I was stunned. “N-N-Note?”, I asked in awe.
Professor Ashish immediately slammed the table in front of him, sending shockwaves down my spine and yelled, “Don’t play the fool with me, rascal!”
I was taken aback by his swearing and his anger. I couldn’t say anything for a full minute until Professor Ashish took out a note from his back pocket and threw it at me. He beckoned me to read it and as I did, my eyes grew wide with fear and nervousness. This is what the note said:
"That Professor Ashish is a number one retarded son of a bitch! But that piglet has a wife that’s truly sexy. I saw that slut a few days ago and since then I masturbate to her every night, and I dream about sucking on her giant sexy titties. Man, I wish I could bury my face in her ass!"
As soon as I was done reading, I horrifically looked up to see Professor Ashish’s expression. As expected, he was seething, while behind him, Rohit was making smiley faces. I knew I could not defend myself. I had no ground to stand on. The professor would think I was lying, especially after what happened with my mom. I just looked down at my feet, without saying a word.
"You’re lucky that Rohit or myself did not go to the principal with this, or even to the security officer. He was just apologizing to me that someone could be so awful to me. Rohit is such an exemplary student, he’s so kind and respectful. A true gentleman, unlike you. So from now on, we agreed that Rohit is going to tutor you on being a better student."
I gulped in fear. I was trapped. I had no escape. Once again, Rohit was coming out on top. Professor Ashish was praising him for reporting the note (that he probably wrote!). Of course I knew that this was all an elaborate plan to get closer to my sweet homely hot mature mother. He wanted to finish the job that he started in the carpool. Rohit gave me a sly smirk as I glanced in his direction. Class started soon after that and I was in a nervous mess. I sat in the back, never raising my hand or answering any questions. I was shocked at these new developments. On my way back, I decided to once again avoid the carpool – for fear of Rohit and his bullies and what perverted plans they might cook up again – and instead I decided to use the public commute.
When I got back home, I was depressed and was about to go to my room to watch porn or play video games to ease my tension when I heard a male voice. I was surprised as to who it could be.
"You slut, it looks like you’re well settled here.", came the male voice.
"What are you saying? I work here. And please speak softly, this is not our Patna.", came a female voice. I recognized that voice almost instantly. It was Bimla. But who was the guy with her. I had to find out. Slowly, without making a sound, I took off my shoes and quietly crept inside my house. The voices were coming from the kitchen and that’s where I was headed.
"I don’t give a damn.", he said. I came around the corner and and took a peek inside. I was surprised at what I saw. Bimla was standing inside talking to this middle-aged lean guy. He was dark-complexioned and had a decent amount of holes or pimples on his ugly face. He was wearing a fairly dirty yellow shirt, unbuttoned at the top. His pants were white and heavily stained. He had dense grayish dark hair on his head.
The first few classes of the day were uneventful. I actually started to dread that the day was coming to an end, because it meant I would have to face Professor Ashish again, since his was the last class – and after what happened between him and my mom, I’d preferred not to see him again.
It was unavoidable, however. So, when it finally came time to enter Professor Ashish’s class, I stalled for time, fiddling around the bathroom, mingling outside the door, trying to delay the inevitable. But when I peaked inside her classroom, I saw something strange. He was standing by his desk, talking to Rohit. What was going on? Why was he talking to Rohit?
I opened the door and walked in, it was still a few minutes before class and there were no other students in the room yet. When they saw me, they stopped talking and looked in my direction. I had a deer-in-the-headlights look in my face as I saw Professor Ashish greeting me with an angry look in his face while Rohit smirked away.
"Rohit here was just telling me he found that awful, disgusting note you wrote about me."
I was stunned. “N-N-Note?”, I asked in awe.
Professor Ashish immediately slammed the table in front of him, sending shockwaves down my spine and yelled, “Don’t play the fool with me, rascal!”
I was taken aback by his swearing and his anger. I couldn’t say anything for a full minute until Professor Ashish took out a note from his back pocket and threw it at me. He beckoned me to read it and as I did, my eyes grew wide with fear and nervousness. This is what the note said:
"That Professor Ashish is a number one retarded son of a bitch! But that piglet has a wife that’s truly sexy. I saw that slut a few days ago and since then I masturbate to her every night, and I dream about sucking on her giant sexy titties. Man, I wish I could bury my face in her ass!"
As soon as I was done reading, I horrifically looked up to see Professor Ashish’s expression. As expected, he was seething, while behind him, Rohit was making smiley faces. I knew I could not defend myself. I had no ground to stand on. The professor would think I was lying, especially after what happened with my mom. I just looked down at my feet, without saying a word.
"You’re lucky that Rohit or myself did not go to the principal with this, or even to the security officer. He was just apologizing to me that someone could be so awful to me. Rohit is such an exemplary student, he’s so kind and respectful. A true gentleman, unlike you. So from now on, we agreed that Rohit is going to tutor you on being a better student."
I gulped in fear. I was trapped. I had no escape. Once again, Rohit was coming out on top. Professor Ashish was praising him for reporting the note (that he probably wrote!). Of course I knew that this was all an elaborate plan to get closer to my sweet homely hot mature mother. He wanted to finish the job that he started in the carpool. Rohit gave me a sly smirk as I glanced in his direction. Class started soon after that and I was in a nervous mess. I sat in the back, never raising my hand or answering any questions. I was shocked at these new developments. On my way back, I decided to once again avoid the carpool – for fear of Rohit and his bullies and what perverted plans they might cook up again – and instead I decided to use the public commute.
When I got back home, I was depressed and was about to go to my room to watch porn or play video games to ease my tension when I heard a male voice. I was surprised as to who it could be.
"You slut, it looks like you’re well settled here.", came the male voice.
"What are you saying? I work here. And please speak softly, this is not our Patna.", came a female voice. I recognized that voice almost instantly. It was Bimla. But who was the guy with her. I had to find out. Slowly, without making a sound, I took off my shoes and quietly crept inside my house. The voices were coming from the kitchen and that’s where I was headed.
"I don’t give a damn.", he said. I came around the corner and and took a peek inside. I was surprised at what I saw. Bimla was standing inside talking to this middle-aged lean guy. He was dark-complexioned and had a decent amount of holes or pimples on his ugly face. He was wearing a fairly dirty yellow shirt, unbuttoned at the top. His pants were white and heavily stained. He had dense grayish dark hair on his head.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)