Professor O’Hara just came over to my apartment. It’s not what you think, though. He’s just checking up on me. After all, he saved my skin last night when he sent his assistant over to my drunk mother’s house to look after my 3-year-old brother, who she left home alone.
A beautiful, wealthy, accomplished professor like him would never look at a traumatized virgin like myself. Would he?
No. After all, he looks like a cross between a male model and English rocker, and everybody drools all over him. He dates supermodels. He lives in Tribeca and is a billionaire. I could never compete.
And, after my past of living on the streets and fending off my abusive stepfather, I wouldn’t want to.
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