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talk about my grades,” she said
with a pouty voice that made Bronsky go erect instantaneously. “But
I think I dropped something under your desk.”
     
    He leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
     
    “Be my guest,” he said assuredly.
     
    She unzipped him and took his girth into her mouth
and began bobbing up and down. Each time taking him deeper into the
throat.
     
    About to burst, he crawled under the desk and went
face first into her private area.
     
    It was pure unbridled lust for hours. Back and forth,
every which way. Neither seemed to want it to end. He felt twenty
five again and she felt like she had the power she missed with
Chris.
     
    In exchange, seed money for her mom was soon to
follow.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 13--Help Me
     
    “God you are such a little slut Brea,” Lacey said
sarcastically. “The professor and the intern. That’s porn city
there.”
     
    Donna’s only child could be a little serious, but not
necessarily about herself. She simply smiled in the face of Lacey’s
ribbing.
     
    “I know right?” was all she could say. “The sex is
really good too. If I do the naughty student, his cock is hard as a
rock. Bam. It’s out and I am handling it like a champ.”
     
    Brea didn’t exactly know what she was feeling. Just
like with Chris, she was playing it to the max to her close
friends. Acting like it was all fun. But inside she could feel
herself getting attached. If Chris was a remote possibility to meet
her long-term needs, a married professor with tenure and a
prominent wife was even less likely yet.
     
    She lived very much in a fantasy world inside her
head, which was a difficult thing to understand given how grounded,
sensible, and even cynical she could be.
     
    But her seriousness and appearance of control was
mostly an act. She was searching no different than Donna was
searching. They just happened to come to forks in their life’s
roads at the same time.
     
    Deep down, Brea wanted a man but she didn’t have the
ability to let herself be loved by someone she actually could have.
It was a classic case of emotional self-sabotage.
     
    The sex with Bronsky was a matter of addiction to the
feelings of power. But like her mom, she was always searching for
new ways to test the limits.
     
    About two weeks into their relationship, she showed
up to one of his classes dressed in the same overcoat she wore the
first night they were together. It wasn’t in any big lecture hall
either. There were maybe twenty students in a standard sized
classroom. Most of them knew she was Bronsky's teaching
assistant.
     
    She was so wispy and nerdy looking that she didn't
give off the impression she might be a sex toy for the
professor.
     
    One person she didn’t fly under the radar with was a
student in Bronsky’s three hundred level genetics class. His name
was Prentice. The only black person in any of Bronsky’s classes at
all levels.
     
    Prentice wasn’t likely to do better than a C, but
when it came to observing people and noticing oddities, he was all
A’s.
     
    On Brea’s most recent visit to the class, he took a
picture with his camera phone. He was able to capture a good enough
shot and a quick investigation in the department revealed a
name.
     
    Prentice Tanell wondered what was up. He’d seen TA’s
in classes before but none this young looking and none making such
an obvious effort to not be noticed.
     
    One day on the last class before finals, he left a
note on Brea’s desk as he scurried out of class.
     
    It read: “I think you are really cute. Text me” He
included phone number. Brea had barely noticed him, but she figured
it might be fun.
     
    She texted him back that night a simple hello
apparently not knowing the damage you could do to yourself sharing
your phone number with a total stranger.
     
    ….
     
    Donna went home from her near liaison with Malcolm
Bradley and did just as she planned. She cracked one of those Coors
Lights. It was simultaneous to