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Please, dinner.

Lauren had issues with my boundaries.

I guess she took my encouragement as something more.

I didn't realise it was such a big problem, not this crash anyway, not

shouted at my door.

And how did she know where you lived?

I don't know.

Internet, phone book. I didn't realise my address was something I had to keep

hidden. Well, that's not what she said.

And what did she say?

He gave me his address.

He said it was so I could FedEx him a flash drive with an assignment on it

when I had to miss class, but why didn't he just give me his office address?

It's just like with how I knew when to go over.

During office hours, he always talked about how Thursdays were his chance to

misbehave because his wife would be working.

What are you doing here?

Isn't Thursday your date of misbehavior?

You didn't invite me in? And did you invite her in?

No. Told her she had to leave and I immediately locked the door.

That's not what she said.

What did she say?

He locked the door after he pulled me inside.

And then?

What version of the story do you want?

The truth.

Every dirty detail?

As many who can recall.

You're just like Brett.

I bet you get off on this.

Fine. At first he was coy, but you could tell how much it turned him on, talking

in explicit detail about everything we shouldn't be doing.

I love your house.

Look, it's one thing to fly in the classroom, but here it's... Well,

nothing to stop us, is there?

Should I leave?

I mean, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with your wife or the school.

You know, I could lose everything if anyone even found out you were here.

So, your only hang -up with fucking me is your fear of getting caught?

Look, if I wasn't married, if I wasn't a professor... What if I could promise no

one would find out?

No,

Lauren.

We can't.

Oh, I think we can.

No, look.

Lauren, listen.

We do this.

You can't tell anyone.

You know what I'm saying? No one can know.

Who would I tell?

Oh, my God.

Oh my god. Oh god.

Oh, my gosh.

Mmm.

Hmm.

What are you doing to me?

I'm taking what I want.

Yes. Oh, my God. Yes. Do that. Do that. Do that. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I want every drop of coffee. Yes, of course you do.

Not

a

word of that to anyone, okay?

Promise?

Make a promise?

What would I tell?

Yeah. If you promise Brett, that you wouldn't talk about the affair.

Why come forward?

Because he failed me.

And he promised you an A in exchange for sleeping with him.

Well, no, not exactly, but it's a given.

Right?

Look, if I'd have fucked her and was worried about her talking, why the hell

would I fail her?

Maybe you were upset when she stopped coming around.

Look, if you guys aren't going to believe me, you can carry a song with my

lawyer.

Should I go after him? No.

We're already behind schedule.

You have to go anyway.

Who's next?

Dr. Russell Hill. He allegedly agreed to tutor a student in her own apartment

for $10 an hour.

Good luck.