1. The Chain: Link 7


    Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    certain feelings for that nice woman in administration, Tess. Unlike the students, as far as he could make out she was a model of diligence and modesty (though the fact that she was divorced was something of a black mark against her). He was at a loss to explain why he’d suddenly come to experience these feelings. Perhaps his grief had finally abated enough. He had some vague idea that Tess might be interested in him; he didn’t know why. He’d remembered her expressing an interest in Arts and Crafts at some point in the past, and there was a new exhibition opening that he was keen to visit himself. When he’d asked if she would like to accompany him the following weekend, he’d at first thought that he’d made a mistake. The poor woman looked as if she was going to faint, and she just whispered, “No, no, I can’t!” He’d already turned away, feeling slightly disappointed, when she’d said, “But the weekend after that… It’s my hus… My ex-husband’s weekend with the children… If you… I’d like to… Thank you, Professor Evans.” He was slightly nervous about it now, but he couldn’t think why. They’d just be two adults sharing a mutual interest. Could there be anything more innocent? But there were occasions when the prospect of Saturday made him as giddy as a schoolboy. He suddenly realised he was just sitting, in some kind of revelry. He’d been doing paperwork, which of course these days meant grappling with arcane computer functions. He couldn’t remember when he’d last done any ...
    paperwork that actually involved paper. And perhaps because it was all so dull and exasperating, his mind had wandered, to Saturday. He was hardly conscious of what he was thinking or doing, but he heard PC Whippy’s voice at the back of his head. He was thinking of Tess as his hand reached out for the figurine. He found himself mumbling the words at the bottom of the sheet that had come with the figure. Then he came to properly, putting the figurine down with a bang, feeling a fool for doing what he’d just done. Nothing like that would happen on Saturday; nor should it. They would be two adults sharing a mutual interest; that was all. He couldn’t wait for this evening, so that he could deliver the figurine into the safe hands of the constabulary, who would obviously not do much about it, but at least he would have the satisfaction of having done something. He forced himself to work conscientiously for another hour. By then it was four o’clock, and he decided he might as well go home and await the arrival of the impudent police constable. But before packing his things together, he would need to empty his bladder, which was rather full. There wasn’t much activity in the building now, and Professor Evans only saw one other person as he marched down the corridor to the staff lavatories. It so happened that his one concession to rebelliousness was to use the disabled toilet, which was much larger than the others. It hardly mattered that he did, since no disabled person worked in the ...
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