He recently told me he may be dying. When I first met you, I felt a strong kinship much like my wife has found with your daughter ... and you feel lik... family. Pardon my tears, sir. I tend to get emotional talking about family. Caroline starts at UOP in the fall, I need someone I can trust to help me, and Jennifer fills that spot, perfectly.”“Now, the last thing I want to do, is to get between you and your daughter ... if this doesn’t feel right to you, like it does to me, that’s OK too.”“What. She was about mid twenties, I’d guess. Short spiky hair, dyed platinum, an elfin face, very pretty. She had headphones on and seemed oblivious to her surroundings. Her outfit was tight lycra, with pink trainers. She was really going for it. Somewhat inspired, I picked up the pace too, and instantly regretted it. I hadn’t realised just how unfit I was, years of office work had taken its toll on me. I slowed, then stopped, picking up my bottle and towel. I stood, hands on hips, trying to catch. I wanted to see you.’ He opened the door for me so I could hobble inside. ‘I was thinking that I could drive you down to the carwash and we could wash your truck or something. You like doing that kind of thing.’ And I could just picture the major popping up out of no where. Of course he’d be followed by the sergeant major and maybe the colonel for good measure. And my life would be officially over. I’d be and E1 at half pay for the rest of my unnatural life. ‘It’s been a shitty day, Bradford.. “I’m not a stupid professor.”“Look,” I replied, “I really need to pass your class to protect my GPA and my scholarship.”“You think I don’t know that?” he asked. “Like I said, I am not a stupid professor.”I shifted in my stance and asked him what he wanted.“What do you have to give?” he asked.I couldn’t believe the words fell out of my mouth, but they did.“Do you want a blow job?” I asked.“Maybe,” he replied. “I’m sure that might get your grade up a little bit, but to really affect your GPA, you.