Chris said, "Hey, doyou think they forgot about us?"Jack said, "Ssh!"Chris said, "What do you suppose this lesson is, anyway?"Todd said, "Ssh!" All ri...ht, all right. Jeesh." He reached down and started itching histhigh underneath his right sock.A few minutes later Penelope walked in the room. She was now wearingthick black-rimmed glassed and navy blue business suit with a veryshort skirt and carried a few pads of paper. Immediately following herwas a tall muscular blond man wearing a white. And you’ll see how frightened you should be for being dumb enough to fuck with me. You’re a first-year professor and I’m the president of the Beta Club. I make more in my summer internship than you’ll see in a year. You think Dr. Fayez gives a shit if you’re here next week? If you do, then you’re dumber than I thought. But you can damned well bet he’ll move heaven and earth to make sure I’m still here. Consider that while you’re updating your resume.”The professor’s face was red – with anger. He stared at the man as he grumped "We're having a private discussion."The man's face lit up like a used-car salesman whose customers just declared `we are only looking'. Turning slightly in his chair so that he was facing the two golfers, he quietly said, "I understand that your discussion started out as a private discussion, but the closeness of our tables enabled me to hear enough to know that you have a problem. And it's a problem where I can help you. Give me only two quick minutes to. But it served as window dressing for the prize just beyond the foot of the king-size bed. My ravenous gaze came to rest upon him. Sitting patiently in a straight-backed wooden chair, watching me, tie draped around his neck, top button of the white shirt undone, sleeves rolled up, with an obvious tent in his suit trousers.His chiselled jaw, dappled with five o’clock shadow, clenched with want at my brazen display, silently observing my performance. Appraising every curve. Every touch. Breathing.