Chapter Eight
The clock struck eight as the bedside phone in the motel suite rang once, twice, and then Professor Nathanial Thompson snatched it in his hand. “What?” He asked, “Who and when… You said. Cecily… She’s here…? Send her now; of course…” Thompson slammed the phone. f*****g loser, he thought. Still, he had plans for the loser and his wife tonight. s*x games were always in play when he was in town, and Delia Homes was present. When Delia worked in the Sigma Chi fraternity kitchen, she was always horny and always looking for extra money.
Besides Delia, Thompson used Cecily for s****l pleasure during stale times at college. When his other co-ed conquests and part-time prostitutes were unavailable or pouting, he used Cecily. She wasn’t much good in the sack alone; include another c*
