Mr Tym

"That professor is hot!" Brit placed a hand on her chest, "he was exuding a mafia vibe. Oh my God!" Brit fanned herself, "the class was so hot, I felt like removing my entire clothes."

"And you think the said professor will mind?" I took my backpack from the floor, "I doubt he will mind even if you remove your entire clothes, and dance naked in front of him." I give her a critical once over, "you just don't have what it takes."

"You!" Before she can raise her hand, I've already made a mad dash towards the door.

"If you think you can catch me, you've got to step up your plans." I stuck my tongue at her and ran out of the class.

"Lee!" She ran after me.

"You can't catch me!"

I wasn't mindful of the students around. To me, they don't matter.

What matters is having fun with Those that matter to me.

You can say I learned from the best.

My husband doesn't give a shit.

"Wait until I do so!"

"You can't—"