Jessica enjoyed her life. As a young faculty member of a state university, the woman was given many promising opportunities for research and with the many years that were ahead of her, the possibilities were endless.
Her body was nicely proportioned with a thin layer of softness all around that gave her an enticing jiggle with each and every one of her movements. Dark brown hair was contained in a simple braid and a pair of tasteful glasses rested along the bridge of her nose.
By no means was she worthy of being brought to super model status, but her above average looks enticed many of the young undergraduate males to search for reasons to attend office hours.
No ring adorned her finger and to be honest, it had been many years since she had a serious relationship, but there was no sense dwelling. She was not the dedicated shut in or faculty play thing. Jessica was a balanced woman that happily lived her life.
That is until she received a quaint little box on Valentine's Day.
Someone had left the present upon her desk while she was teaching her class so the young women had no idea who could have been thoughtful enough to deliver a gift.
A small smirk danced upon her lips as she traced the cute little bow upon the package.
"There is no sense in leaving it wrapped, Perhaps my admirer left a name inside," the woman muttered to herself.
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