“Alright,” he muttered, her voice low and amused. He opened the door and leaned out,Young Teacher Raped shouting, “Happy now? I’m decent!”

“Hardly!” she shot back, but her footsteps thudded up the stairs anyway, heavy and determined in his sneakers. Some days we’ll fuck every two or three hours. “We need to fix this,” she said, her voice unsteady in his register.