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The Chain: Link 7

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

Professor Evans that she was staring at his glass of Scotch, but he was damned if he was going to ply a young female student with alcohol. “I’ll get you a glass of water,” he decided pointedly. He was busy pouring it in the kitchen when the doorbell rang again. The door to the kitchen was the closest one to the front door. Professor Evans contemplated briefly asking Anthea to wait elsewhere for the duration of PC Whippy’s visit, but his needs were small and so was his abode. There wasn’t really anywhere else. Perhaps he should put PC Whippy off? But why? Anthea’s visit was obviously completely innocent. He opened the front door, seeing the uniformed officer of the law outside, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. “Professor Evans,” he said, putting his hand out. “PC Whippy,” the woman said, pushing past him without bothering to shake his hand. Professor Evans sighed heavily at this flagrant breach of manners, slammed the door shut and followed the woman who was making for the lounge, completely uninvited. He stopped dead in the doorway as a cold hand clutched at his heart. Anthea was sitting bare-breasted in the one armchair, legs crossed, the now empty tumbler in her hand, smiling sweetly. PC Whippy looked from Anthea to Professor Evans, then back to Anthea and once again at Professor Evans. “Would you care to explain, sir?” Considering the events of the afternoon, there could only be one explanation. “I’m being set up!” he blustered. “Yes, sir,” PC Whippy said. “That’s ... what they all say, sir.” “But… But…,” Professor Evans stuttered. “It’s true! Anthea showed up completely uninvited!” “I’m sure she did, sir,” PC Whippy said, voice dripping with the kind of sarcasm that only comes with extended police training. Then, peering at Anthea, who was looking unnecessarily intrigued, “She looks very young, sir.” That, Professor Evans decided, was something they certainly couldn’t pin on him. “She’s an adult,” he stated, though he found it hard to regard her as properly grown up. “I’m sure she is, sir,” PC Whippy responded. “But girls these days, you can’t really tell, can you?” She turned to Anthea again. “Have you got any means of identification, dear?” Anthea shook her head. Before his eyes, Professor Evans saw his whole life being flushed down the toilet. He would almost certainly be taken down the station and cautioned, subjected to questioning. There was no way his career could survive this. And if those wretched girls from this afternoon… It didn’t bear thinking about. He caught the girl looking at him shyly, but also beseechingly. What was he supposed to do, he wondered? “I’m sorry if I’ve got you into trouble, Professor Evans,” she said. “I didn’t mean to.” A straw of hope presented it, and Professor Evans made to grasp it. “It’s all right, Anthea,” he said as calmly as he could. “Just tell the nice police officer how it really is.” “I’m sorry, sir,” PC Whippy said. “It’s obvious that you hold a position of authority in relation to this young ...