“As I was saying, you have the entire class period for the test tonight, and you’re free to leave when you’re finished. Any questions before we get started?”
Kane’s eyes traveled down my body, stilling when they reached my knees. I’d not thought to change since getting home from Lackawanna. In fact, it was safer to say Hilde had eaten up every last second of my time grilling me incessantly about my absence earlier in the day, and I’d spent my time refusing to answer her invasive questions. I was still wearing my dress and ballet flats. And given the way Kane’s eyes were studying my knees, I was still sporting red kneecaps covered in scrapes, scuffs, and a few splinters. His brow furrowed, and his lips pursed, and when he finally looked up and met my eyes for a moment, he cocked his head to the side. I ignored it.
“Okay then.” I pushed off the desk with the stack of tests in my hands. I handed stacks out to the students in the front row to pass back, and when I returned to the front desk and sat down, students were already busy scribbling away—including Kane. I couldn’t imagine this test meant that much to him, considering he wouldn’t be passing the class without the remaining quizzes, final paper and final exam, but he was working diligently.
Thirty minutes later, he stood. He was the first to finish, and I was actually disappointed. Being finished meant he was free to leave. The last night I would have him in class, and it was over. He walked casually up to me. He was holding his test, of course, but he’d pulled an envelope out of his textbook as well.
When he reached me, he set his test down and the envelope as well. “I’d like to turn in my final paper today.” He pulled his lower lip into his mouth as he watched me.
I just stared back for a moment, but then I nodded. “O…” My voice caught in my throat. “Okay.”
He nodded and smiled. “Okay.” He looked around the room for a moment, and when his eyes returned to me, they were glossy even though he still smiled. “I’ll see you later,” he said as his eyelids fluttered for a moment, and then he turned and walked out.
“Yeah…” my voice trailed after him, and when the door closed behind him, I had to look down at my lap for a few moments.
I picked up his test, and I started reading.
1.) Define and discuss a posteriori knowledge. Relate this concept to real life.
A posteriori knowledge relates to knowledge and understanding that exist through experience. Experience is, in fact, the basis of this concept. This concept diverges from the alternate a priori knowledge which does not require experience. At its root, a posteriori requires the senses in order to truly have knowledge of something.
I would relate it to real life in the following way:
I’m in love with you. This is concrete and unquestionable knowledge to me. And while it may be so concrete and so defined as to suggest it exists absent experience, I have and continue every day to experience it through every last sense I have.
I taste you. There isn’t a single ounce of your skin I don’t want to experience. Your cum is perfect and indescribable, your lips are always sweet, and when your skin turns salty, I know it’s for the best of reasons and has everything to do with both of us and what our bodies are doing together. That particular taste is so exceptionally intense. It’s your need, your desire, your desperation to be with me, to give yourself to me. You’re an exceptionally passionate lover, and when your skin becomes clammy and moist as you work to get what you need from me, I can taste every ounce of your want. I taste you.
I smell you. Everywhere I turn you’ve imprinted yourself on me. It’s the way my sheets smell like your perfume after you’ve slept in them, and it’s that ghost like sense that you’ve just passed through a room by the same lingering sweetness. And don’t get me started on the scent of your arousal. It can intensify my need in a blinding rush, and the very best thing I can say about this particular sense is that it has a tendency to thread together memories in one’s mind, linking the past and the present, and even giving me hope for a future—that you’ll be a part of mine. It’s a perfect trigger for everything I need to recall of you. I love your scent.