Nov 2

“He isn’t sexually frustrated!” I told her desperately. “He’s just the normal kind of frustrated! Because we frustrate each other!”

“Yes, yes,” Victoria said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Sexually.”

“Platonically!” I yelped.

“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “There’s no such thing as platonic frustration.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, getting a bit irrational. “Then perhaps I should be worried about what’s going on between the two of us right now!”

“Oh, Auriga,” Victoria sighed, in the same voice she used with her less gifted students, “Don’t attempt to convert to lesbianism just so you can escape from your feelings for him.”