Richard had assigned the class a writing task today. Rae had admitted to reading his...erotic stories so he wondered just what sort of writer she was herself. He didn't expect anything explicit from her, of course, but that didn't mean he didn't dream about her writing something erotic - especially if it involved teacher/student affairs. But he couldn't fantasize about her all day long, so he set about grading papers from the last class while his current crop wrote out their stories.<br/><br/>It didn't seem to take long before the class ended and he looked up at Rae as she approached his desk. His eyes went wide at her comment and his face changed a shade or two, but he quickly recovered. "Thank you, Rae. I am sure I will enjoy reading your story." He glances down at it, wondering what words the paper held. "Did you, uh, need help with anything after class today?" He adds on, hoping that he might be able to have another 'session' with her.