ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3

... found something that was neither junk nor depressing. It was a red envelope, like the kind romantic greeting cards come in, and it was addressed to him, thought it was strange that it referred to him as Detective on the address, rather than George. As he opened the card, he quickly realized it wasn't anything romantic, but something meant for his daughter, which was strange, because the "I'm So Proud of You, My Daughter" cover seemed like something he'd have given Tori instead of something given to him. Suddenly, he felt very uneasy, and his brain warned him not to open the card further, but he couldn't help himself, and dropped the card in an instant. Fuck, his brain screamed, as he kept seeing the contents, making him feel sickened, nearly throwing up right on the counter. Inside the card, a paper with copies of Tori's dubious Polaroid pictures, and the words, "Aren't You Proud of Your Cum-Dumpster?!" bolded. Once his stomach settled, he could see nothing but red as he picked up the photos, using his thumb to cover his little girl at her must vulnerable, and looked around the background, as something seemed familiar. After a few minutes, he realized why it was so familiar, and knew exactly where this had happened. Not even concerned about anything else at this moment, Det. Vega grabbed the greeting card and hopped in his car, heading towards a place dropped in on about once a month for com-plaints- The Delta Iota Kappa house. * * *August 22 08:15pm UCLA- Nolan Fine Arts ...

... Hall It was only the second time he had done this, but Freddie Benson was already running late to walk his girlfriend from her theatre class. Jade was already having a bad enough night as it was, with Mrs Blaylock just handing Tori a part in the fall play and having to sit so close to Beck and Robbie, when all she wanted to do was curl up with her one true love. To make matters worse, instead of walking with her and Freddie like she did Tuesday, Tori had opted to walk back to her dorm with Beck tonight. Jade had no idea what in the world she wanted to talk to Beck about, but hopefully it was about getting some help to take out that asshole who assaulted her, and even then there wasn't much he could really do. The first week had really flown by for Jade, and for everyone else it seemed, with only a handful of classes keeping her from her weekend. Her Biology class with Dr Franklin actually seemed kinda fun, despite it being yet another class with Beck, and her Art class with Dr Sindel seemed quite the opposite- monotone professor, and a really boring structured class with no room for real creativity. Plus, that awful bitch of Beck's was in there. But then again, at least she had Noelle to keep her company in there. The best class by far was her British Lit class, for one, because Freddie was in it, but for two, the class was really laid back and the professor, Dr Rydell was hilarious and rude, which Jade loved. A student even got so brave on the first day to ask him how old he ...