Parker groaned. He felt like a caged animal. No matter how hard some teachers try there’s no way to make certain subjects interesting; case in point: Statistics.

Dr. Bass was young and hip with more than a passing resemblance to the tennis star Andre Agassi—short brown hair, a receding hairline and a youthful, mischievous smile.

He also used way too much cologne.

In the front row, a consequence of the dreaded seating chart, Parker had on occasion become nearly asphyxiated. Today was no different. He tried to focus on something – anything – else. To his immediate left a sexy temptress with long legs and short brown hair smiled at him. How had he never noticed her before? He was a bookworm, perhaps he had never raised his head from his notes. Her quiet raspy voice was sexy, bold – confident.

“Do you ever get so horny you can’t concentrate?â€?

Parker leapt from his seat. Grabbed her hand. Headed for the door. The decision between sex and class didn’t present itself often. He wouldn’t be a victim.