It was a trippy class and it was taught by a trippy professor too. I remember the first day of class everyone filed in and found a seat and waited for... the professor to show up. About ten minutes after the bell rang one of the guys sitting halfway back in the classroom stood up and walked to the chalkboard. He turned and looked at the whole class, making eye contact with everyone in turn. He smiled and turned to look at the chalkboard… the blank chalkboard… and asked what we all thought of his. I pause slowing down, knowing this is a pleasure I can make last if I take my time. The next image in the sequence draws my attention, she’s lying on her back the image of innocence and vulnerability, the look in her eyes gives it away, she’d posed just for the camera. Slow, slow I have to remind myself, no need to hurry or rush. My hand moves more smoothly as pre-cum lubricates the condom, the chair creaking softly as I try to settle back relaxing. She’s moved again her back to me as she looks. Michelle is a very respected legal secretary. She’s made herself practically indispensable to her firm. There was one very definite residual effect from Michelle telling me about Mike. My long forgotten fantasy of her with another guy again was back with a vengeance. I thought about it while we were making love that night and since then it had been growing. It took on a whole new dimension now that I had a name and some details to go with the fantasy. I’d see a good looking guy walking down the. The clientele in the bar was completely different than the last time. An odd mixture of bikers, well dressed Yuppies, an older gentlemen, and even a well dressed Arab with several other men that looked like assistants.I took my usual booth in the back and looked around, Jane was not visible, nor were any other women including the barmaid. Larry wasn't even visible, but a stage had been erected along one wall, near the door to what I assumed was the office.It was almost two hours later that.