“Hmm. Let’s reason that out, shall we? Do I look like Professor O’Brien?”“Yes.”“Do I sound like Professor O’Brien?”“Well, yes.”�...�Do I feel like Professor O’Brien?” Taking Arthur’s hand the Professor pressed it agaist her chest. Letting him feel the soft give of her breast.“...”“Oh that’s right! You can’t fucking answer that one can you! Because you’ve never fucking touched her before! And do you know why that is?”“Because she’s my professor.”“Wrong! It’s because you’re writing names down in the. I’d been an eighteen year-old promotions-girl at a Formula One when he’d taken me out; ‘to dinner’. The sexy tricks Dad had taught me, sure paid off that night. My ‘reward’ was generous and he ‘dated’ me for a couple of years before eventually making me his trophy wife.I had married Richard; but not for love. I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing he approved; Richard had me on a leash.Meanwhile my parents divorced. Basically father had ditched mother for a wealthy widow.At the time. She just smiled, and added “aren’t you going to be late?”I took her advice and got kitted up in my best suit, and designer shirt. “mmm, very nice young man” she commented “ someone scrubs up very well”“same to you mrs p, you look hot” I said as she squeezed into a little black number.We both finished our drinks and headed off for the dinner. As it was our first night, they were plying us with drink, gave us a lovely meal and then started with the dancing. We’d had a few and so we started to. I was stunned. Jack had just delivered the keys to my freedom. I stood there in silence for a moment running my plan through my startled brain. "This will work," I finally said to myself and commenced to put my plan in action.I put a kettle of water to boil and propped the lid open. I didn't want the loud whistle to give away what I was doing. I took a round of drinks into the family room. Everyone was a little subdued, it usually takes a while to get a party going. I made the rum and cokes on.