If the professor had seemed startled before, now he looked positively horrified. “Oh, dear,” he said. “s*x. Do I have any s*x? What s*x am I? Male, of course. And you’re a female. Oh, dear!”
The poor man retreated back into the building. Shirley had a grip on his elbow now and she dragged along after him until they were both out of sight in the lobby.
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Melissa asked.
“And how,” Doan agreed. “Is she married?”
“Shirley? No. She doesn’t believe in marriage.”
“Is she a communist?” Trent asked warily.
Melissa laughed. “Of course not. Shirley wouldn’t go in for anything as old hat as that. She’s a philosophical anarchist.”
“Oh,” said Trent. “Well, excuse me. I have a ten o’clock class.” He looked to make sure Shirley was not in sight in the hall and then went in
