Later... Strange voices coming to her like from a dream, she couldn't moveor open her eyes."Did he fuck her?" What?" Did he fuck her? We need to make...it look like he fucked her." I doubt they'll run any DNA given the evidence we're going to leave butif they find a few different semen samples, it will collaborate that she'sa hooker," the man grunted as he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of hispants."Roll her over and pull down her panties."She felt the man roll her over so that she was face. He clutched his books to his chest and attempted to get up for an escape from the room. Prof Dean chuckled a bit, “Are you OK Harry, I had to ask you this more often, lately, no you are not leaving”. The last words were barely heard by Harry but still it sent shivers up his spine. “I had asked you to be here for a reason”. These words were said much louder. Prof’s fingers mildly combed through his salt and pepper hair. He had a very lusty look in his eyes. He got up from his seat, reached and. Jordan sighed and scratched at his nearly bald head. He had the CaptainPicard hair style as his students frequently joked. He was entirelybald on top with just a fringe of hair around the side and back."Okay then," Jordan said after a minute, "let's get started. Those ofyou who showed up are lucky enough to get this lovely pop quiz that I'mabout to pass out... " You didn't tell us we're gonna have a quiz," one of the studentsgasped, sounding horrified enough that it brought a faint smile. ’ ‘But why would they think that? You were never convicted. There was no evidence to suggest that to be the case.’ ‘Because,’ I paused for second or two, ‘the real killer has not yet been caught. To these people, with the lack of a viable alternative, there is still some doubt as to my innocence.’ ‘So what have you done about this?’ ‘Nothing. What can I do? The police are reluctant to help. I had made them look bad, at least that was how they looked at it. I did nothing to even hint that they.