1. The Chain: Link 7


    Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    just a physical manifestation of the mess that’s in your own head.” “Don’t give me that pseudo-psychological American drivel!” Professor Evans barked. “Who are you? Who do you work for?” “Goodbye, Professor Evans,” the woman said. “I hope you’re more accepting of the rest of your experience.” She turned and walked away. The rest of his experience? What was that supposed to mean? Professor Evans strode from his office, giving chase, but the woman seemed to have disappeared into thin air. It felt like the world was crumbling in on itself. Back in his office he stuffed the note and the figurine back in the envelope, placing them in his briefcase, hardly caring if he forgot anything else before striding out of his office to go home and await the presumably wholly inept PC Whippy. He allowed himself one glass of Scotch at home, while waiting for the arrival of the constabulary; pouring another, but not touching it. He was still angry, but also puzzled. With a little distance to events it seemed to him that the Asian woman had intimated that the business with the four students in the disabled toilet had something to do with the figurine. He certainly wasn’t going to discuss that incident with PC Whippy, not least because he was still very much afraid it would come back to haunt him, in spite of himself being the victim. The Asian woman seemed to have intimated that it had happened because it was in his head, but that was obviously arrant piffle. However the girls had taunted him, ...
    he wasn’t a pervert . Maybe he did look occasionally, but the way these young women dressed, what did they expect? It wasn’t as if he’d ever dream of molesting them in any way. The doorbell rang at the stroke of six. Professor Evans was surprised. He hadn’t expected PC Whippy to be so swift or punctual. He was astonished to open the door and find, not the constabulary as expected, but Anthea… for the moment he forgot what her surname was… who came to his lectures and took notes assiduously, but who he couldn’t remember ever saying a word, though he thought she must have done at some point. Now she spoke. “Good Evening, Professor Evans? May I come in?” She sounded nervous. “Is it important?” Professor Evans asked. “Only there’s a…” Anthea had already moved past him, leaving behind a faint trace smell of some kind of alcohol. He frowned. He wouldn’t have expected that of such a nice girl. Having closed the door, he went to find her. She was in the lounge, where his Scotch stood, along with the figurine, which he had stood on the table on top of the padded envelope, in readiness for PC Whippy. “That’s nice,” Anthea said, pointing to it. “Erm, Anthea. What can I do for you?” Professor Evans said, wondering how to get rid of her before PC Whippy arrived. Although she probably only wanted to consult him on some academic matter, after the events of the afternoon, he was in no mood for anything that might be misconstrued. “A drink would be nice,” Anthea said shyly. It didn’t escape ...
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