Chapter 14

Another hour passed, and Timothy finally understood all the problems with his assignment. He could have finished earlier, but there was one part he could not figure out, and his pride would not let him ask Bob for help. So, he stubbornly worked it out on his own, dragging it out until then.

Having solved the problem by himself, Timothy felt a surge of confidence. He started seeing the professor on the couch as harmless. Timothy could not resist the urge to poke at him a bit.

He walked forward and arrogantly snatched the comic book from Bob's hands.

Bob looked up. "What are you doing?"

Timothy, towering over Bob, said, "I'm done studying."

He stood so close that his hips were almost directly in front of Bob's face, though he was unaware of it.

Bob's gaze fell on Timothy's crotch; his voice grew deeper as he said, "So?"

So?

Timothy had started full of bravado, but when he noticed the dark look in Bob's eyes, he suddenly felt tongue-tied.

Looking down at Bob's glasses and the bri