A proposition from a prof

It was starting to rain. When Jack opened the door Miranda hesitated, expecting him to reconsider, but the demands of nicotine addiction prevailed. Terry had a bad habit, too, though he tried to hide it with his business trips. Men. She thanked him for holding the door and stepped outside. The rain on her skin felt nice. Showers were her number one source of stress relief, and she was feeling very, very stressed. They clustered together under the bar's awning.

“So your daughter,” Jack said, lighting up. The spark of warm light against his face made him look like a movie star. She knew he wasn't all that, but still she appreciated the sight. “Is she your oldest? Youngest?”

“Oldest,” said Miranda. “The other two will be heading off next year and two years after that. Not to Wilson, I guess. Not after this.”

Jack grinned. “Cmon, it's not so bad as that. Sure, we get a little raunchy, but it's still a good school.”

Miranda bit her lip. “Oh, it's ‘we’ now?” she said.

He took a puff of his cigarette and nodded. “Everybody's gotta get their kicks somehow,” he said. He extended the hand holding the smoke to her. “Want it?” he asked.

She did. “I'd better not.”

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. “So, she's your oldest. When I was still married we didn't start fucking again properly until after both kids were out of the house. Because of the noise, you know.”

Miranda nearly choked on her tongue. “Ack,” she stammered. He was right, but she hadn't expected him to be so… straightforward about it. It wasn't even about the kids being in the house. Terry was just barely home, and when he was, he was so stressed. “Ah, well, things are always busy,” she said in a shaky voice.

He was looking at her. There was a touch of the feral in his eye. “That's too bad,” he said. “Pretty woman like you should be getting fucked a few times a week, at the minimum. And a nice long ride too, none of the ‘in and out and done.’”

It was like he'd hit her with a bolt of lightning. She was shaking in her heels. Yes, that rain was very much needed now. “I,” she said. Terry would not approve.

“My condo’s just around the corner. You've had a rough one. Why don't we let off some steam?”