Staring at my feet while you're supposed to be following along and reading the poem yourself? What the fuck?  Can you please get it together and not objectify or fetishize me or my body? You know what, you're pissing me off and I know JUST how to get the upper-hand and make you my bitch.  You like soft feet in open toed shoes don't you? That's why you asked me to tutor you because you've been checking out my feet for a long time now, huh?  It's going to be a loooong semester if you keep this up! But looks like you have no choice now, as I know your secret!