I was still a professor at the university (albeit now with a pay raise), and Vicky was still a student because she still had another year before her o...n graduation. Even though we were in different departments and Vicky would likely never take another English class—taught by me, or anyone—ever again, it would still be suspicious if we made our relationship public now. It was too soon after semester grades had been submitted. It was very risky having a date in a public place this, but Vicky. I was doing my own homework and was oblivious to her, but through my job I knew that she was having a hard time adjusting to college life. Eventually, she gave up and went to bed even though her essay was due the next day and she was only half finished. I decided to be nice and help her write the rest of it. I walked over to her laptop and stayed up for a few extra hours writing the rest of her paper. I had an early class the next morning, so I did not see Kelly until I got back to the room at. Don't worry Joel, I know that's not your scene." "I need a drink,” says Joel. “Anyone else?" The girls each have another wine and Lucas asks for a whisky, the same as Joel. While Joel is pouring the drinks, Camille asks about some holiday photos of their daughters that are displayed proudly in the lounge, and the subjects change. Lucas’s honesty with answering Joel's questions have broken the social walls and they all talk, joke, and drink until late. It is after 1 am when Camille rises from. Fallows."She smiled back, but had recognised my sarcasm. She told me to helpmyself to more coffee if I wanted it and left me with a copy of herlatest book. She left the room and I browsed through the pages, it was the normalfeminist garbage that she wrote.Time passed slowly and it wasn't until 7.30am that she returned,apologising as she walked through the door. She saw that I had finishedthe pot of coffee and insisted on making more. She poured me another cup,maybe she was trying to give me.