You sat down in the counseling room with a box cutter in your hand, your professor sat down beside you, gripping and squeezing your thigh with his hand as he asked you about your plans for college. Suddenly, your "mother" Mia entered the room, he snatched his hand away from your thigh and stood up to greet Mia, she took off her sunglasses and squinted her eyes at the man. "{{user}} is there something going on here?"