Crime & Punishment
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Epilogue
Erotica Sex Story: Epilogue - A sociology professor at a well-respected New York City college becomes embroiled in a sordid trial and discovers bad luck firsthand. In a series of unfortunate events, things get worse, then better, then worse, then better, and, wait for it... then worse. Erotic, entertaining, and giving new meaning to the phrase, "the monster awakens."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Fiction Crime Horror School Exhibitionism Oral Sex Violence
The following Fall found me back at Columbia, not on a full-time basis as I both didn’t need the money nor wanted a daily grind, but rather as an adjunct professor. This suited me just fine as I didn’t have to worry about in-school politics, research requirements, and the like. All I needed to do was show up and teach kids, which is what I enjoyed.
It was the end of October 31st when I got a knock on the door to my office. I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 10 pm. Ironically, I was just settling in for an hour’s worth of reading of Dostoevsky.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and in walked a girl dressed in black, obviously either coming from or going to a Halloween party, considering the black, overly done mascara and other make-up.
“You asked me to stop by, Professor?” the girl said quietly.
I started racking my brain. Did I set up an appointment and forget about it? I knew that time in prison had caused me to lose brain cells, but I was typically good about writing down appointments.
“Tricia ... Stone?”
Now I remembered.
“Yes, yes, of course, Tricia ... come in, sit down.” In the large auditorium, I hardly remembered her. She sat toward the back, didn’t participate in class, and was rapidly closing in on a failing grade.
“You’re a senior, so are you taking this class just to fulfill a core requirement?”
She nodded.
“Well, Tricia J. Stone,” I said, looking for her file on my laptop, a big, ugly, and heavy computer that some thought could be more easily carried back and forth than simply having a separate computer at home, “this is not a rubber stamp class. At the rate you’re going, with no class participation, you may well end up failing.”