'I'd walked no more than a hundred yards from the police station, and had just realised I hadn't a single coin on me. I'd decided there was no way tha... I was going back inside to ask for a lift, so I'd resigned myself to a three mile walk home in the pouring rain. I turned to face the voice.'I'm Dr. Wright, the police surgeon. You remember I examined you yesterday, and took a blood sample?'I nodded, slowly.'I've discovered something wrong in your blood. Can I give you a lift?' He reached across. The sun trickles in through the curtains and he can see his pet, now fully transforms and under his sheets. He kneels on the bed, reaching for the edge of the covers, slowly pulling them off to first reveal that cute little patch of fur and then the pink folds of her pussy. Missy’s legs are half open allowing him to bend closer to her crotch. He can smell the strong scent of their interactions from the night before. He kisses her folds lightly. Missy’s breathing deepens, betraying her. God knows I wasnt going to improve my grades before the end of the semester. Is there&hellip, Any way I could improve my grade? I ask him and lean forward slightly, resting my hand on his knee. He looks up at me and pauses. Abby, what are you doing? Im&hellip, Making a proposal. I say and sit up straight. If I fuck you&hellip, You give me a passing grade. You cant be serious. He says, his eyes wide though. I can tell hes trying his hardest to not look at my body. Why wouldnt I be? Its win win.. Growing up in Lawrence in the Midwest of America, which is a small citythat owes its existence to one thing and one thing only, the University,It's easy to just get sucked into academic life. You sort of forget thatthere are other things in life aside from college. My parents bothworked there. My mother as an administrator and my father a professor.Music wasn't big in our house, my parents weren't the sort to have musicplaying or go to concerts. My father only had one passion in life andthat.