Page 9 of No, For An Answer
“So, now that we’ve navigated through the difference between a Sociopath and a Psychopath, can anyone tell me what three things differentiate the two?” I lean back on my desk, looking up at the students in the curved seating area and wait for one of them to speak. “Anyone?” It’s the beginning of sophomore year and I’ve yet to find a single student that stands out in my class. “Yes?” I point to the student who has raised their hand.
“Is this going to be on the exam?”
Fuck me dead.
“Yes Julia, this is definitely going to be on the exam.” Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I look around the room and sigh. “Why don’t you all just gather your things and go. I want three chapters read of your Criminal Profiling textbook and we’ll go through it next week.” The students begin to scramble for their things, desperate to remove themselves from the class. My last sophomore class was phenomenal and it’s like now I’m stuck teaching the town of deliverance about how to make fire.
Walking around my desk, I begin to gather my own things. Waiting for a few moments until the room becomes deathly silent. Removing the glasses from my face, I rub my eyes andpinch the bridge of my nose. This is fucking horseshit I didn’t come here to teach fucking idiots.
“Nathan.”
I look up to see Joseph Chambers -Dean of the University admissions- walk his swollen body through the side entrance to the classroom that’s situated next to my desk. Joseph Chambers was one of the few people at this place that I actually tolerated. The man looks like an overstuffed chipmunk at the taxidermy office in town and honestly, I’m surprised his wife has stayed with him for as long as she has.
The clothes he’s wearing are clearly a size smaller than necessary. He knows this but does absolutely nothing to change that. Not like me. Not atalllike me.Most of the time I keep myself to myself. I come here, go to the gym, go home. Eat, sleep, repeat. This is a place of work, not a social club. I didn’t get to where I am today without sacrificing certain things in my life so I could be the best at what I do, and I am the best.
I was head hunted for this place because I was the best, I excelled in all aspects of excellence and with everything I had to offer, there was no way they weren’t going to give me everything I asked for. After all I was packing up and moving half way across the fucking globe just to work here.
I’ve won many prestigious awards in my time and now, finally being here at Brown, it gives me a chance to expand myself and my knowledge. To push myself for further achievements.
I’ve been here now for three years, and I’ve worked my ass off sucking up to the man standing in front of me. Just so when the time comes to him deciding who will take over as ‘Dean of Admissions’, I’ll be at the forefront of the old bastard’s head.
“Joseph,” I smile, taking his hand in mine and giving it a brief, yet solid handshake. “What can I do for you?”
“I have you’re new TA waiting outside the classroom. Would you happen to have five minutes spare, so I can introduce theboth of you. She’s a transfer student from Penn state. 4.0 GPA and very eager to learn all she can. Sweet kid too. Nineteen I think.”
Nineteen. A bit younger than I was hoping for but beggars can’t be choosers.
“Of course, bring her in.” A 4.0 GPA? Transferred? For what, I wonder. I look up as the door clicks against the framework and the moment I do; all moisture leaves my mouth. My heart begins to hammer so heavily in my chest I feel as though it might burst through the bony cage its encased in.
“Nathan, this is-“
“Ashley.” I murmur. All sense instantly leaves my brain the moment I lay eyes on the girl before me.
Shit, shit, shit. SHIT!
This can’t be happening to me right now. Jeeesus. Fucking nineteen. She was nineteen when I… Fuck! Rape. Wait, statutory rape is anyone under sixteen in the US, so I’m clear of that.
Ok, good. But fuck me I’m thirty-eight and she’s… she’s… She’s nine-fucking-teen. Almost twenty years my junior. Not that I look my age. I look exceptional for my age really, andshedidn’t look her age either.
Not the least bit nineteen when I had her on all fours, taking my cock so far down the back of her throat it was criminal, all the while I was leant forward, and finger fucked her-
GET A GRIP DANVERS!
This is not the time to think about shit like that. Hold on, my job? Is my job safe? I mean technically speaking she hadn’t even started yet. But she was enrolled.
Shit!
Although itwasbefore she came here. I can’t really get into trouble if they found out. I’d just be known as the nonce who liked to fuck little girls.
The things I did to her.
She was in a bar. I just assumed she was twenty-one.
If they do find out about it, it will also affect my position as Dean next year. God almighty, this cannot be happening to me. I’m a fucking paedophile.
“Nathan?” Joseph waves his hand in front of my face. Bringing me out of my dissociative stupor.
“Sorry, Joe, I spaced there for a second. Realised I forgot to tell the students what chapter to read for next week’s class.” Lies, all lies. I’m shitting a brick.
