Review Blog: SO CAL COEDS SOCALCOEDS.COM really didn't mind. Even if someone had been in the building, my getting a visit from a student wouldn't have been improper. Not even a female student. Of course the fact that I was involved in a sexual relationship with this particular female student did make it improper, but nobody would know that. And, of course, I'm babbling about this, even in my journal.
I shook my head. "No, I don't mind," I said.
She stepped into the room.
"Would you like a soda or something?" I asked. My office wasn't far from the cafeteria and there was a juice machine just outside the cafeteria entrance.
Hillary shook her head. "No...that's OK, I just came from Puccinello's."
Puccinello's was a local pizza parlor. Most of the kids used it as a hangout.
I know I'm using a cliche, but the tension in my office was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Hillary's expression and the look in her eyes told me she felt it, too. We'd gotten so comfortable with each other at my house - where there was little or no chance we'd be discovered - but it was different here. Even though nothing was happening, there was a much higher chance that someone might come along and find us together. We'd done nothing - in my office at least - to feel guilty about, but that didn't seem to matter. "This isn't much different than earlier this week when she showed up at my house," I thought
