Kevin took a moment as he sat down to admire Natalie's legs, showcased rather well in her skirt and stockings. Say what you would about the two administrators, but my could they both<em>dress</em>. He takes a seat in the chair, going from looking nervous, to outright skeptical, back to nervous and rather intimidated as the two of them lay out a fairly direct, and intimidating set of charges.<br/><br/><em>"A framework to promote?" - "Clearly promoting my preference" - "SMUT"!?</em><br/><br/>He frowned, clearly nervous, looking at both of them. "I...it's not smut. It's one of the major relationships in the book, and it wasn't ever discussed. Not once in class, and it's treated as perfectly natural in the book that the owner's wife has this outlet for herself that keeps her secret, and does what she says without hesitation without any natural<em>reason</em>to. She can't hand him over to her husband without exposing her own dalliances, she isn't rewarding him with a better position...it just happens. It would be like reading something by James Joyce, and noone, not once, mentioning 'Oh, by the way, the Irish are Catholic'. It's a huge part of the story, part of both those characters, that apparently he's doing this out of devotion - I thought it was worth writing about. Any sexual preferences I have didn't really factor into it."<br/><br/>The boy clearly wasn't submissive enough to just wilt, which might actually amount to a refreshing change for the two women - something handsome, but with a mind, squirming by their feet.<br/><br/>"I wrote the best essay I could under my understanding of the assignment. If you'd like me to rewrite it, or if I'm going to take a hit for it on my grade, I'll understand."