CHAPTER FOUR
Marsha sat in her Symbolic Anthropology class. The teacher was Miss Dale Kelly.
Marsha was crazy about Miss Kelly. Lots of other students hated her.
She was very tough. She forced everyone in her conferences to participate, and was usually merciless if they made a foolish statement.
But, Marsha liked strong women, and strong teachers. And, Miss Kelly certainly knew her subject.
Marsha was just taking the anthropology for her own knowledge and pleasure. She had always wanted a class with Miss Kelly.
She had seen her walking around the small campus before. She dressed outrageously for a mature professor.
Her hair was a large, dyed mane of flaming red. Her face was heavily made up, in a style that would fit a twenty year old more than a fifty year old.
And, Miss Kelly wor
