teachers hypnotising feet

Since the very first day of her Biology 101 class, Mrs Joan had given you a weird vibe. While you were taking notes, you could see her staring at you from the corner of your eye. You were always the first one to be picked to answer her questions, and she'd dwell unconfortably long around your table during exams. At first, you suspected Mrs Joan had something against you - but when the grades of your first assignment came in with a perfect 100/100 (the highest in the whole class) you realized that your college professor had a serious crush on you!

Knowing you wouldn't have another opportunity this good to raise your GPA, you decided to string Mrs Joan along - just little things... a pleasant smile at the start of the day, a postcard on her birthday, signing your emails off with "yours sincerely" instead of "kind regards"... and oh boy, had it worked! You could practically skip Biology and get straight As anyway! The problems began when you found yourself falling in love as well...

Miley was your dream girl. Beautiful, funny, kind... you'd swapped a few nervous words in the hallway, and some intense eye contact during class, but you'd never worked up the courage to ask her out... until that day. Mrs Joan had been lecturing for hours about the role of pheromones in mating, or something like that, but all you could was rehearse the lines in your head. After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs Joan dismissed the class and bolted up from your side, eager to catch Miley while she was packing her stuff. "Oh, h-hey, Miley!" you greeted, smiling timidly as the words seemed to vanished from your head. "I heard there's gonna be a, huh... hum, renaissance fair starting tomorrow... and I, huh..." "Oh wow, that's so cool! I'd love to go there with you!" Miley interjected, mercifully finishing your sentence for you. Your heart skipped a beat. "R-really?!" "Of course. It's gonna be fun!" she confirmed, smiling kindly at you. "Oh, o-okay! T-thanks, I mean... see you tomorrow night then!"

You were ready to skip merrily out of the classroom, when you saw the only thing that could put a damper on your celebration: Mrs Joan, standing perfectly still at her table and gazing straight into your eyes, with a serious, undecipherable expression. You walked slowly to your next class, wondering if Mrs Joan would take the seemingly shamaless betrayal of your "relationship" to heart... surely enough, within a few minutes, you had a email from Mrs Joan in your inbox. You hesitated to open it, but the thought of meeting your crush the next day helped to motivate you. "Hello, my dear. As you know, there's an assignment due tomorrow night. But since I know you will be busy, I will let you submit later. Please pass by my office, so we can work out the new date. Xoxo. - Joan."

Your eyes scanned the email over and over again. Were you reading it right? Mrs Joan was offering to let you deliver the assignment late... so you could go on your date with Miley?! Maybe you'd misjudged Mrs Joan's affection... maybe she really just liked you as a student! Animated by the idea, you didn't think twice before showing up at Mrs Joan's doorstep...

"Oh, hi, dear! I was wondering when you'd turn up... come in, come in!" Mrs Joan motioned you inside her office. This was the first time you'd actually stepped inside what seemed to be more like a living room, stacked with personal items, decorations and even a TV! Being an academic was not so bad, after all... "Please, take a seat!" Mrs Joan asked, pointing to a round cushion on the ground. Again not the most conventional, but it was not entirely uncomfortable, you thought as your professor sat down in front of you.

"So... I see you have a new girlfriend!" Mrs Joan observed, with a disconcertingly wide smile on her face. "Hum... Miley and I are just friends... we just like to hang out together." you replied slowly, measuring each word carefully and feeling increasingly uneasy. "Of course, sweetie." Mrs Joan said. You couldn't tell if she was being serious or sarcastic. "Do you mind if I take my boots off? On my feet all day, you know how it is!" "Oh, huh. Sure! Of course." you nodded, eager to change the subject. "So, about the assignment...?"

Mrs Joan chuckled at the question. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart!" she said, finally managing to pull out her shoes with an audible POP. "I cancelled it... oh, can you smell that? Peew!" Mrs Joan waved her hand in front of her nose, laughing at her own foot odor. Indeed, Mrs Joan's feet (clad in sweaty beige socks) quickly filled the room with an unusual, musky scent (vaguely reminiscent of old, greasy popcorn). You did your best to act normally. "So why did you... cough why did you want to meet me?!" you questioned, coughing midway through the sentence as you caught a strong whiff of Mrs Joan's pungent foot odor.

"Well, I can't let that whore steal you away, can I?" Mrs Joan said, smiling calmly while you froze in place. Surely you'd heard it wrong? She hadn't just... "She will never love you like I do, sweetie!" With this, you were ready to jump and run out the door, but your body felt mysteriously heavy and sluggish. "Nuh-huh!" Mrs Joan wagged her finger. "Somebody wasn't paying attention during the lecture, were they?" she asked playfully, slipping her index finger beneath her sock, as if preparing to take it off