"Please understand what you just did can get you fired."

Professor Roman's eyes grew big. "Oh my god. You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"Please give me whatever I want if I don't"

"I'll give you whatever you want!"

"OK, invite me over for dinner tonight. Wear only your sexiest underwear and please try to seduce me."

"OK, fine, but you won't tell anyone?"

"Not if you give me your panties, and write your cell phone number on them."

Professor Roman took off her panties, used a marker to write her number on them, and handed them to me.

"I'll text you, and you can give me your address. I'll see you at 7. I like pinot noir and steak. I won't say a word if you make me happy." I tucked the panties into my pocket and left.

As I left, I spotted a classmate from high school, Emmy Marcum. Emmy was a fashion design major and took pride in her outfits. In high school, she never wore the same outfit twice in a month. She was not stuck-up per se, but she would critique people's fashion choices behind their backs and seemed to like to show off any new outfit she had. She was tall and slender and had even done some modelling for local businesses.

I walked up to her. "Hey, Emmy."

She struck a pose, and I had to fight to not roll my eyes.

"What's up, Rich?"

"It's Rick."

"Oh, right."