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Two of a Kind.......Dirtythis story is part of the FanClub (fm:group, 77200 words)

Author: Mark Singer
Added: Apr 30 2005Views / Reads: 4092 / 3239 [79%]Story vote: 9.55 (11 votes)
As requested, Iam changing the heading. Proffessors are role models and ofen have to confine their emotions. But that does not mean that they cannot be sluttish within their fraternity and with selected students.....
 


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Chapter One: Friday Night Party

The night I first met Cynthia, it was truly lust at first sight. Strangers to each other, we'd both been invited to a party thrown by a mutual friend. I'm a Humanities professor at a small university and these gatherings were often held at the Dean's sprawling estate on campus. The main house was so large that the running joke was that it was seven o'clock in the dining room and nine o'clock at the back door... These 'get-togethers' were intended as a way for faculty to blow off a little steam, but usually degraded into something of a one-upmanship contest between the different departments before the night was out. This night was no different. That is, until Cynthia arrived. I remember the night as if it were yesterday.

It was unusually hot, even for August. I was sitting on the expansive deck outside our host's living room, sipping on a gin and tonic and doing my best to catch whatever breezes kicked up....which were few and far between. The inside of the house was quite comfortable, being fully air conditioned, but it was the oppressive boredom that eventually drove me outside. Maybe it was me, but it seemed that everyone I came into contact with had a burning need to discuss quantum physics or Shakespearean literature or some other subject that simply didn't fit into my Friday night mind. Call me on Monday, Einstein, and I'll make your head spin. On Fridays, beginning at sometime around ten o'clock in the morning, I begin to think about the weekend. ...

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