Jeff almost laughed, he could not wait to see whatthe prof actually accused him of.Jeff knocked on the door of professor... what is his name anyway. O..., anametag, Dr Reid. Dr Reid granted him entry and motioned for him to sitdown. His office was huge. It seemed unfair they give this guy some TajMahal when the engineering professors were stuffed into cubicle sizedprisons.Dr Reid started, "So Mr Fazen, what exactly brings you to my class?"Jeff was thrown off by the question since he was expecting. "Mmm… So it does. How clever the weather is," she murmurs, pushing herself up against my chest.The sheet slips down her smooth back, pooling at her hips. Her skin rising in bumps as the cool air brushes over it. I smooth my hand over her arm, watching her nipples harden to sensitive tips. She licks her lips, watching me watch her and I wonder where the shy pixie from last night has gone, replaced by this seemingly uninhibited siren. Her hand smooths over my chest and down. I raise a sceptical. Word is, is that he runs the cocaine around Cheshire, brothels in Liverpool. He also runs a double glazing company from his house, and I reckon he channels his cash through that so it looks legit." Sweet." Quite. Now he has three main passions. One is violence, the other is money. And the last one is trading in erotic art."Jamie shrugged. "Weird." Yes. He has bought loads of art of naked women at auction and there was some war in Argentina and Paraguay ages ago, and three figurines of naked. Pretty much the same reason she gave me when she broke up with me in high school.I was sitting in the school cafeteria having lunch and going over my notes from Business Law II when someone sat down across from me. It was Joleen."Hi stranger" she said."Hi yourself. What are you doing here?" Not happy to see me?" Of course I am happy to see you, but I thought you were going to Smith or one of those other back east schools." I was, but I had to transfer back here. You are the first familiar face.