One of the more machiavellian aspects of academiais the propensity of scholars to snipe at each other's findings. Toprevent this, it is often necessar... to hold back information untilresults are reported in a formal paper. This was my plan, so I wascareful to speak in only the most general terms. I was determined tosurrender only small fragments of what I had learned, and none ofthose fragments would alert anyone to the more important elements ofmy discoveries.I had not known that the University. 'Wait..' I thought, 'Did Tristam just say 'You're daddy's little boy....''' I had no idea he was into that kind of thing, well it was my moral duty to oblige. I pulled my toungue out of his crack and stopped beating his dick. 'Don't stop...' said Tristam in a breathy voice I hardly heard, 'Please don't stop...' Now was the time t swoop in...'I have to stop Daddy, I have to do my homework...' I said in a child-like voice'What,...what the fu- did you just call me daddy?' Said Tristam'Yeah, that. ..As her note instructed, at 10:15 in the morning on Saturday the 3rd ofMay and a full week since she discovered me in her apartment, I crossedthe hall to her door and knocked. I teetered there on the heels thatwere far too high and noticed that my very bare smooth legs were cold.I felt a breeze up the all too short skirt and knew that someone hadleft the door to the building open again. But that was not my first worry. My first worry was that any one of the28 doors in our hallway could open. She smiled at me cheerfully. I smiled back. It is an impressive feat to haul a red wagon full of short bread cookies up an eight step concrete stoop, then up three stories of stairs, and remain capable of a cheerful smile. I felt she deserved something for it, even if she weren't five naked women with beer and pork rinds.She was cute. Young cute. You know, the sort of cute you would accuse any fourteen-year-old of being, provided that she was in fact cute. She was not the kind of cute that.