[If you get confused by all the minor characters, you can find a complete list of the characters by clicking on WittePiet, then on the Biography tab and scrolling down to the bottom of the page.] Chapter Fifty: Two telephone conversations between Sandro and Dom (1) D: Hi Sandro, please can you give me your mother's E-mail address, and I will send her a le...
"Gentlemen," the commanding voice came from behind them just as they reached the door to the hallway. Turning, they looked at their professor. He motioned them back into the room. "Close the door." They did as they were told and then approached his desk. He sat behind it, his fingers steepled in front of his face as his blue eyes regarded them. No emotion c...
College can give one more than just a mere scholastic education, if one is willing to be opening to such additional education. That is what I found out anyway. Now I'm not saying everyone's college education was, is, or will be anything like mine, but if you are lucky enough to get a Professor who is willing to teach you more than what's in the class schedul...
Professor Chadwick was sitting behind his large oak desk when the four accountants came into his office carrying the books of Emerald Hill. Emerald Hill, Exclusive College for Young Gentlemen. The finest, most respected institution of higher learning in the whole country. And now there was a real danger that it would go under. The accountants took chairs on...
Part 2: The Dream I went back to my dorm room, my thoughts and emotions swimming. It seemed better not to analyze the situation very much. I had done what I had done and there was no use fretting about it. I was so tired that I fell asleep before dinner and slept right through until the early hours of the morning. I awoke from a dream. In it my psychology...
There had been rain off and on all day, and it started up again as I was walking from the theater in Tokyo's Ni-chome district of Shinjuku, so I dipped into a small grocery store entered by a foyer in a small apartment building. The deluge, although heavy, hadn't lasted long, and I could use some snacks for the hotel, so I walked the aisles of the store in s...
"Oh, shit, Pete. You have me filled." I was flabbergasted. One of my students had turned the tables on me and had me skewered and pinned to the floor. "And you're starting to love it, aren't you?" Pete responded with a laugh. "It's that big black cock that's in you, Professor. The one you admired so much. Admit it, you love having me inside you. I've seen y...
(I had just finished fixing a wobbly desk in some important prof's swank office. I smile at the realization the desk repair was not a big a job as I thought it would be. I had quoted the prof four hours, but had only taken two. That meant two hours with nada to do. I looked around hoping to find a way to amuse myself, when all of the sudden I notice this boo...
This story is a continuation of two previous ones about Mike and his best friend Adam. Both are married, committed to their wives and families, and yet unfulfilled in a fundamental way. These friends shared much together over the last few years, including sports, work ventures, and a yearly family vacation to Montana. Their relationship changed when Adam cou...
When I was a freshman in college, I had an Ancient History class that I was struggling with. The professor was a tall, middle aged black man about 6'3" and maybe 250 lbs. He was in good shape except for a little extra around the waist, had greying hair and a baritone voice. His name was Dr. Turner but he insisted everyone call him JT. My first visit to JT's...