“Haytham Kenway is my English History professor. I find myself turned on and wet from his voice as he lectures, and as the only person in the first row I can sense his attention focused on me more often than anyone else in the lecture hall. After the lecture is over, I stay longer to gather my things. I feel him looking at me with an unusual intensity. I look up at him, and he beckons. He hands me a slip of paper with an address and phone number “for tutoring. Private tutoring.”