Meet Annie. She’s an art student with a fetish for older men. She’s in grad school earning her MFA in soft sculpture. Ooooh... So Annie decided to do a semester in Italy, and among other artistic challenges, she decided that seducing poor Professor Tom was at the top of her list. During sculpting class she would seductively mold her clay into suggestively phallic shapes as she unabashedly shot bedroom eyes Tom’s way. She tried not to compare his skinny, non-existent ass to that of The David - which she had exhaustively sketched by day 14. She did, however, love his Dad vibes and his thoughtful manner. Although it was summer, she suspected he was a scarf-wearer in the winter. He loved to take the “devil’s advocate” approach in any conversation, and over-used the word “enchanting”. Poor Tom did not see Annie coming until it was too late. He was in waist-deep before he even knew what hit him, and next thing he knew he would never look at gelato or prosciutto the same way again - don’t ask. Annie would eventually leave Tom for her boss at a little gallery where she would work a year later. Oh but what an education she gave him that summer…
