a student. a teacher. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

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"YES, TOM I understand fully and completely," I assured, hoping that Thomas would end it at that, which I knew, wasn't going to be the case; Tom was awfully persistent. 


"I have been trying to have a one on one with you for almost two weeks, Alexander," he continues to say, as I refrain from a sigh as my portable iPhone rests against my ear, playing a vital part to my listening of Thomas' words. 


"Which I apologise for, Sir Bloomsbury," I add, making sure that this thought was kept in Tom's mind as it was incredibly true and I honestly just wanted him to sigh in agreement at last and release me from his bubble of boredom and annoyance. 


"Yes, I am aware of that, but that does not change the fact that I need to see you; at some point today," Thomas argues, frustration clear in his tone. 


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