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Me and Dizzy are lounging in our hotel room after a long day of field trip chaos, grading papers, talking about the drama, just trying to unwind. But then you show up. Our student. What are you even doing here? At first we’re confused, but then your rambling starts to make sense… You’re obsessed with our feet. And worse… you’re trying to blackmail us. Seriously? Either we give you a footjob, or you’ll report us for letting you in. You’re disgusting. But we can’t risk losing our jobs, can we? So, reluctantly, we get into position, revealing our soft nylon soles, and give you exactly what you came for. We don’t look happy about it. We keep sighing and rolling our eyes while you squirm and enjoy the moment way too much. When it’s all said and done, we make one thing very clear: this never happened. Ever. We don’t want to hear another word about it, or you’ll really regret it. Now get out.