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Give Me A Reason
Richard’s eyes grew wide when he saw the blonde holding his missing blue handkerchief
“I-I don’t know wwhat you are ttalking about”
“This handkerchief belongs to you, isn’t it?”
Christina took a step back, pulled the strings of her red kimono robe and dropped it to the ground.
“Do you want me to stop Richard?”
Seeing the gorgeous blonde standing stark naked in front of him was too much to bear, he felt the temperature rising and goose bumps crawled all over his skin.
Christina erased the gap between them and whispered on his ear
“Fuck me…”
A powerful surge of lust went through his entire body; the next thing happened… his mind went blank.
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“Why aren’t you answering my calls?”
It had been five months since their first sexual encounter and Richard Bohmer, a distinguished Harvard professor, mathematician, chess master and musician turned to a seemed to be a crazy mad man.
All because of one person… Christina Marie Hairston Kennard.
“I’ve been busy” she answered
“You’ve been busy? Or you’ve been busy FUCKING Dean Collins?” the professor said while standing in the middle of his music room looking outside the window.
Earlier that same day, John Pearson, president of Harvard University had summoned Richard to talk about the complaints regarding his disturbing behaviors towards students and co-professors and that if he wouldn’t do something about it, then it might cause him his job. He went home feeling so angry. His wife Patricia asked him what had happened and all he did was screamed at her, told her to go to hell and leave him alone.
“Richard there’s nothing going on between me and Dean Collins”
“That’s BULLSHIT! I know you are fucking Collins!”
“Say whatever you want to say, think whatever you want to think, I don’t give a damn”
“Oh now you don’t give a damn about me! Why does he fuck you better than the way I fuck you? For fuck’s sakes the guy is a fucking old man!”
“Richard, are you drunk again?”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are drunk again”
“So what if I am? You don’t fucking care anyway!” he said almost screaming
“I don’t want to talk to you when you are drunk, talk to me when you are sober”

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