Derek woke up in the middle of an erotic dream about his private student, as he was untying the collar on Karina’s slinky, satin dress prior to taking her on the prim and proper tablecloth he’d swept clear of crystal and cutlery.

Feeling like one sad, sick bastard, he lay in his bed and waited for his hard-on to subside. Then with a groan he covered his head with a pillow and cursed out loud.

“What is the meaning of all this? Why would I be seeing someone like her in my dream, oh Lord,” his eyes were shut tightly under the pillow as he continued murmur to himself painfully....