Never before had I heard my Violet spill out so many words as this all at once. She had to be so emotionally upset that she had lost control of herself. I set aside my anger and took heart from the fact that she accepted responsibility for the very actions that had been suggested to her by others. What a perfect girl to seduce!
“But you have already said it would be wrong to write a paper for another graduate student,” I reminded her, expecting a further confession of guilt.
She blushed and said, “I thought it wouldn’t matter if I wrote something on Kierkegaard for him because I thought I wasn’t so good at Existentialism.” Then her features took on a haughty expression. “But I guess I was wrong! Professor Douglas told Larry it was the best paper in the class!”
I was nonplussed. Had a s
