Yes, truth is often stranger than fiction.

Some time ago I was a professor of social sciences at a Southern university. I was careful never to get involved with any of my students, but despite the decades difference in our ages, some young ladies must have found me attractive. I do stay in good shape and have a great deal of vitality. I am at a loss to explain how it happened, but somehow three of the young ladies with whom I was having off-and-on relations — a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead — wound up at the student center having coffee together, and my name came up. The upshot was that they decided to get even and teach me a lesson by coming to my home when I was alone and screwing me until I was “too sore to screw anymore.” Little did they know.

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