What I had to contend with besides my guilt was the reputation I had apparently gained among a couple other male professors. The problem was that old...Hedge had lit a fire that I wanted quenched and Michael wasn’t helping. He was so damn busy that I began to resent him for it. I began making excuses to get out of the house. I would get back late. No matter what I did, it didn’t seem to matter to him. It didn’t occur to me that his grad schedule was eating every bit of his time and he couldn’t. I told her I have seen and could do it much better than what I saw. She laughed and said “Not on me”. I said “no way”.As we put of the light and were discussing about sex, I became hot. She was telling me how to do it with girls so that they get the utmost pleasure. She was wearing her front open night up to the knees and I was on my boxers and half naked.She said that she was feeling sleepy because of the drinks and said that she wanted to sleep. I was massaging my cock and which she did not. Missy could not see from her position, but guessed that she would no=t bethe type who wore underwear. The third person was the reason why Missy did=noteven bother to cry for help. It was a young woman, maybe twenty, thin,brunette. Her breasts were small, but suited her diminutive size. She was n=akedand barefoot, and had a compliant peace in her eyes. She was unrestrained, =savefor a collar similar to Missy’s. A chain led from the collar to theredhead’s hand. The redhead cooed excitedly when. Hedid not want to go, but he knew he had to go. He ascended the stepsslowly one at a time and pushed the double doors open to enter thebuilding. A grizzled old desk sergeant looked up 'Emma' in surprise. Hewas sure that this woman was supposed to be in Cell Twelve."Good morning, sergeant," the fake Emma said brightly. "I'd like to speakto the person in charge of the Northern Bank robbery case, please. I havesome evidence that may help solve it for them." Adam smiled, showingEmma's brilliant.