The anticipation of Friday had become a physical weight in Alistair's chest. It was a dull ache that radiated from his sternum down to his groin, a constant reminder of the secret he now carried.
He found himself avoiding the faculty lounge, unable to stomach the banal conversations about tenure tracks and departmental budgets while the image of Sophie’s arched back and the sound of her screams echoed in his mind.
He was no longer just a professor; he was a man living a double life, and the thrill of the deception was becoming as addictive as the s*x.
When Friday afternoon finally arrived, the sky over the city had turned a bruised purple, heavy with the threat of another storm. Alistair sat in his office, the door unlocked, waiting. He had spent the last hour staring at a page of Col
