It was sudden. Never before had I had to ask permission to wear knickers, never had I needed his permission to wear anything at all. But here he was, ...demanding who had given me permission (with the clear implication being that only he could have), as if that had always been the way. That those had always been the rules. I immediately understood my role in our play.I mumbled, desperate to somehow hide my delight, somehow trying to suppress the surge of adrenaline coursing throughout my body.. I lifted the lady from the car and carried her about twenty feet away and placed her down on the soft grass.During all this time Grace had come over and was trying frantically to get to the young girl passenger in the car. Grace could not open the passenger door in spite of her tugging and pulling on the handle. I raced back to the car and entered through the driver's door. I leaned across and released the girl's seat belt and dragged her across the seat and out of the car. I picked the girl up. It was reasonably close to home, which is why it stuck in my mind.At 2AM nothing was moving on the two lane road. I knew exactly what I was going to do, so it took me less than five minutes to open the plastic and toss Bristol's body from the bridge. It is good to dump bodies in water. It is even better, if it looks as though the death could be accidental. I had left no evidence at all on the body.I was back in town by 2:45AM. I rode around the area until I found the car registered to Bristol. From a Midwestern college that no longer existed and was the long-time head of the history department as well as a respected member of the faculty council. A widower, he had been at Seaside for more than twenty years and could do almost all of his lectures from memory. He gave the same exams year after year in his required courses, and any student who did not acquire a copy early on wasn't really paying attention to campus life.Sometimes fraternity boys and team members came to the exams with.