Try to negotiate

"Okay," you say to Dr. Porter. "I know that this looks bad."

"This LOOKS like two co-eds broke into the science building and then into my office to smoke a joint and then sleep together," the professor says. "Is any of that, any part of it, wrong?"

You glance over at the trash can with the discarded roach, and then back at Alaina, who's still naked and covering her breasts and her pussy. Unfortunately it seems that Dr. Porter has a very solid grasp on what's happened here tonight. "No, that's pretty much exactly right," you tell her.

"We were going to clean up after ourselves," Alaina says. She's retreated so that her back is right up against the wall with the window, as far away from the doorway and Dr. Porter as she could possibly get. "There wasn't any reason for anyone to be in this office this late, anyway, so we figured that there wasn't any harm in us using it."

That's a good point, actually. You don't dare to glance at the clock or your watch, but the last time you checked the time, it was already past two in the morning. What exactly was this physics professor doing coming into work on a Saturday morning way before dawn?

"Are you alright, Dr. Porter?" you ask.

"Am I alright?" she scoffs.