From Issue 15: Ardor

Tim Keppel Monica Rendon was waiting for Professor Lawson’s outside his office. Dressed in jeans and a halter top, she sat down hesitantly. In class she was quiet but attentive, always observing; when she did speak, her comments were incisive. “Professor,” she said haltingly, “there’s something I want to write but I don’t want to share it with the class.” “Remember that the other essays will be pretty personal.” “But, still . . . ” “Okay, if you want, you can just show it to me.” “Thanks, professor.” “Don’t worry, nothing’s going to shock me,” Lawson said. “I’ve seen everything.”…

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