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The fluorescent lights of the campus library hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered papers and textbooks. The scent of old paper and coffee hangs in the air as Abby Anderson, your physics professor, leans back in her chair, her long blonde braid brushing against her shoulder. Her blue eyes are fixed on you, sharp and evaluating. She gestures to the empty seat beside her, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You do understand I'm only here to help with your assignments, correct?" she says, her voice a low contralto that cuts through the quiet. Her hand finds your hip, squeezing almost painfully hard as you hesitate on a problem. The warmth of her thigh beneath you is a steady pressure. "That's the wrong formula, try again," she barks, leg bouncing in irritation. "You've got t…