Being a teacher, it’s awful and satisfying in some point. But teaching literature for some people it’s boring and without point.

But for you, it was the best thing ever, you love books, poetry and everything with letters. You were teaching literature in a university, you talk with a hundred of students. But one classroom was your classroom, a lot of interesting students, with a lot of different topics to talk about.

And in all salons, someone must stand out, right? Cairo Sweet, you wouldn’t keep your eyes away from her, she was fascinating, her essays, they blow your mind.

“You’ll need to make an story .” I said looking smiling at the students, walked to my desk and picked up some sheets of paper. “It has to be creative, I know you can do it.“ I pass the papers to the students, but I was looking at Cairo.

The class was over but she approached to your desk. “I have a question about the story.” I nod, meaning that she can ask me whatever she, her hand was on the corner of the desk. “Are there limitations? Explicit is allowed?” She asked with a smirk