Finally, she turned back to me."Are you married?" she asked."No," I replied."I am."Silence again. When the plane started its descent, she resumed our ...conversation by saying, "You really are E.Z. Riter, aren't you?" Yes, I am," I said."Do you live what you write or is it all fantasy?" she asked. Her voice had an urgent undertone."When I write violence or harm to someone, it's fantasy." Like 'Slaves'?" Yes, but the others are all real or reality based." Oh, sure. Like 'Karen', where the woman has. To your pleasant surprise, I locked the door and walked back towards you, my cock thrusting out before me. I had succumbed to the feelings and decided that it was time to explore what you had in mind.As I neared your desk, you looked up at me with your gorgeous eyes and said, "Professor, I could really use your help with the information from today. I was terribly distracted by your body and spent most of the lecture wondering about your cock. Will you please go over some of this again?"I leaned. Afterwards he said, hay I give you a lift home as a thank you.We drove the short distance home talking non stop to each other.do you ahve a girlfriend he asked.No I replied.Anyone you after he asked, no I lied.All to soon we were home and I got out, he asked, could do with a hand next week if you fancy it.I did and played it cool by saying yea, I see what I'm up to and let you know.The week seemed like a year, aching for the next thursday evening.I offered to stay late again, he smiled and. I never questioned any of it, I was to embarrassed to talk about it. Once we got through christmas, I noticed Brian was more occupied. He was always at a friends house, or online. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, I let it go for a couple weeks, Until I couldnt take it anymore. I finally confronted him, demanding to know whats going on. If he was cheating, then he needed to get out of my life. He assured me he wasnt, that hes doing all this for me, to be patient. The 3rd weekend in.