The professor’s Coach oxford heels


The endless hour stood dead still in the poorly lit exam room. The professor’s occasional, and somewhat rhythmic, tapping was the one exception to the unquestioning silence.

Tap, tap, tap,pause,then tap, tap, tap again.

An elegant woman, the professor wore an air of anxiety in fine clothes, always perfectly suited for her profession, and the noise from her neatly polished black Coach oxford heels seemed almost violent in the subdued room, attacking the students with each new tap.


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