Mike Everett, a twenty seven year old instructor in the physics
department, approached the impressive arch of the school’s entrance
determined to make a move on something that had become very important to
him.
“Hello, John,” he greeted the middle age black man with a white mustache
who served as security on the evening shift.
“Hi, there, almost Dr. Mike,” the man replied.
Mike was months away from finishing the requirements for a Ph.D.
“Working late again?” John asked.
“I work for a purpose, you know.”
“Yeah, Mike, and your purpose is up in the library as usual on a
Wednesday.”
“It’s more like an obsession than a goal, John. I can’t sleep at night.
I see her pretty face in my mind and resist dozing off. I want to suck
her neck then sniff her all over.”
“Hah! Mike, I’ve had that feeling with three women, and I knocked them
all up.”
