ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #4 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #4

... the entire lunch trying to stop her head from pounding, and trying not to cry as all those memories of the party's aftermath hit her like a train. She stood up and deposited her tray, quickly followed by Jade, and several feet behind her, Freddie, who looked like he'd been in a fight recently. * * *August 23 3:20pm Los Angeles Police Department Parking Lot Mercer Hayes had been pulled from his class this morning and taken into custody, which is where he spent the last 4 hours. The news of Hunter's death was just as much of a surprise to him, as anyone else, or so he had claimed to protect the truth. After dealing with the angry cop dad from the night before, Mercer knew that he needed to distance himself, sever ties with Hunter, and destroy any and all evidence of his debauchery. The first task was proving the hardest, but at least he knew that all the evidence of Hunter's 'activities' had been taken care of. Mercer had tasked pledges to burn any and all pictures and clothing all night at a place downtown. And if need be, he could just throw that one k** under the bus since he clearly had a beef with Hunter as well. Severing ties with Hunter didn't go at all like he had planned; but he told the cops the truth, at least, on that. The call also happened to be the reason he was pulled out of class and sent to the station. The way Mercer described the previous night was the truth- he called Hunter up to meet around 11, and told him to bring along some liquor. The two guys talked ...

... about things and laughed, Mercer never really taking more than a sip, while Hunter finished the bottle. Once Hunter was properly intoxicated, Mercer left and called the cops on him, which is how the campus police ended up on the scene in the first place. When the detective asked why he would let a minor consume alcohol, it gave Mercer a chance to use his classic "I'm a Libertarian so I don't make a habit of telling people what they can and can't do" speech, which while garnering a few laughs, didn't really help his case. But, and Mercer was very focused on this fact, Hunter was still alive when he took off. It took a long time of arguing, stonewalling, etc., but the LAPD finally took Mercer at his word once the time of death became clear. As it turns out, Mercer was back in his frat house for a Skype chat with his girlfriend at Berkley at the time of Hunter's death, the timestamp proving his innocence. Even better, was that thanks to their accusations, Mercer got to know some of the details of the crime that hadn't really gotten out yet. Hunter had apparently been hit with something in the back of the head, causing him to turn, and he fell backwards and cracked his skull open on the edge of the fountain. Then, whoever it was, picked him up and dumped his body in the fountain face down. Apparently, that was where he drowned. As Mercer looked over the photos and info in his mind as he sat in his car outside the station, he realized that someone must have really hated Hunter to ...