He knocked on the door of the office of Professor Sigmond. A tired voice called out, “I’m grading papers in here. Come back later, preferably afte...r I retire.”“Professor Sigmond, I’m Stephen Osfeld. You asked me to write a paper on a proper approach to understanding history and you told me to deliver it at the end of the semester,” Stephen called through the closed door.Professor Sigmond threw open the door and brusquely said, “Give me your paper.”“You need to sign an NDA first,” Stephen said. Because as shy as I was at school I still cared a lot about other people, especially him. I decided that I would stick around no matter what until I had found out was wrong."I can't leave." "Why not?"“I know you were crying. I want to know why so I can try and help." I told you I wasn't crying!" As he yelled he quickly got up from the rock and started toward me with anger."I know you were and I want to help." As I finished speaking I could see his hand clench into a fist. Then almost as if it. Mom and Dad were skeptical of Jason at first because of the age difference but finally welcomed him into the family because Amy loved him very much. I liked him right away because he was super rich and didn't mind sharing that wealth with the rest of us. Jason would buy us expensive gifts at Christmas and our birthdays. Jason owned a big yacht he kept moored in the Chesapeake Bay. On the fourth of July, Memorial Day weekend and Labor Day weekend he would take the whole family for a cruise on. I pressed the power on and record buttons before I turned and shut the bedroom door. It was now my turn to teach this young black man how to fuck. I say my turn because my husband had taught a young black woman how to fuck during one hot weekend in Las Vegas. I approached him and turned my face upwards, pressing my lips to his in a tender kiss. He responded by encircling my body with his arms and hugging me. I could feel a lump in his pants against my abdomen so I pressed my belly into him. My.