Jack and I had been hooking up ever since his girlfriend dumped him.

He was a student worker at the university where I taught, and he came to fix my computer regularly. Or whenever I lied and said I needed my computer diddled.

We’d just wrapped up a lovely lunchtime quickie when a thought occurred to me: If he was game, we could kick our affair up a notch.

As he was saying good-bye, I reached up and straightened his tie. He was one of the few student workers who insisted on looking dapper and professional. Most of them just bounced around in graphic tees and shredded jeans. “Next time, why don’t you bring Baxter?”

Baxter was the newest of the new on the technical team. Nineteen, café au lait skin, bright green eyes and tall like nobody’s business.

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