Sometimes the most historical analysis happens outside the classroom. Spent the afternoon grading papers and found my mind wandering from the Fall of Rome to the thought of a particular student bending over my desk. The way a smart mouth can look so innocent until it's wrapped around a cock, begging for a good grade. History may be written by the victors, but some moments are better left as dirty, private fantasies. The real test is who can keep their composure when the tension gets this thick.