Chapter 13
With the spring semester winding down, I had a lot of work to do. I cursed when I looked at the stack of papers on my desk that needed to be graded. Reading more than fifty essays on the evils of plagiarism was not the way I wanted to spend my evening, but it had to be done. I’d managed to get through about ten papers when someone knocked at my office door. Figuring one of my students had, once again, ignored the posted office hours, I heaved a heavy sigh before telling whoever was there to come in. I nearly fell out of my chair when Jay walked into my office. He looked good dressed in khakis, a light blue Oxford shirt, and brown loafers.
“Is this a bad time?” he asked, removing his sunglasses as he closed the door behind him.
“No,” I said. “Not at all. What are you doing her
