A ravenous hunger shook my muscles. In all the years I’d taught–as a TA in grad school, a resident in medical school, and as a professor—I’d never felt such sexual temptation. Ever. I’d been boldly propositioned by students, and endured their flirtations, but I’d always been very adept at ignoring it all. I’d never had any interest in my students, not even the ones who’d shown up to class wearing makeup and tight, revealing clothes, making eyes at me and leaving gifts. One even left a scrap of paper with a note to meet her in the library at a certain time.
