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Scrutiny circumvents me from telling you the whole sordid tale. I couldn't do so judiciously and maintain my advocates no matter how obsolete they may seem to have become. I know that as I write you will have skepticism inscribed in your mind but let me tell you that everything is true and even more torrid that can be believed.

I am a klutzy sort prone to accidents of body, mind and spirit. I am not at all evil or wicked. I have a good heart but it tends to get me into trouble. I am spritely and attentive but I seem to run into people who have penurious spirits and their nature proliferates to all that are around them and turn them into cruel cold hearted souls who feel no empathy for anyone and who care solely for themselves.

The person to whom I am currently referring is an outlier someone who merely skirts society actually shunning it with his parsimonious nature. His life is savorless and he is so cold that conversation with him is like being spritzed with icy water.

This man was a professor of mine and I had to meet with him alone on the last day of class for a compulsory oral exam to insure that I had adequately learned the subject and could move on to higher level courses. I was most uncomfortable in his presence especially since there was no one else in the room with us. As he questioned me, he moved closer and closer inch by inch as if to torture me with his unpleasant manner via proximity. Finally he was so close that I could feel his words as he spat the questions at me.

I turned to him, "Would you please step away from me," I asked.

He snarled at me, "What are you going to do if I don't, threaten me with sexual harassment?"

I looked at him as if he were daft, such a thought had never crossed my mind, I just didn't desire the nearness of this mean spirited person who obviously took great pleasure in tormenting his students. "Just back off professor," I stated,"or I will be leaving and telling the dean that you are harassing me and it won't be about sexual harassment unless you are getting some sadistic pleasure from trying to intimidate me."

"The dean won't care about my behavior and you will not pass my class. What do you have to say about that," he hissed.

"I will go higher than the dean if necessary and I will pass your class because I have the grades to back up my claim of doing so."

At that he grabbed my arm and squeezed it hard, he was literally growling at me as he did so. In my fear I grabbed an ink pen and rammed it into his neck, as luck would have it I struck his jugular vein. He began bleeding all over the place.

I left him there to die. I went to the bathroom to clean up. I noticed his bloody hand print on my breast. He must have grabbed me on his way down. I didn't notice it at the time.

As I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, I realized that it would be easy to find that I had been the last person to see the professor before his assault. I would have no alibi, I would be the immediate suspect. I knew I must do something.

I went to Dean Willis' office...he saw me and waved me in. He didn't notice the blood on me. After I gave him a blow job as I had so often done in the past, I told him that I had just killed Dr. Quantly. I then walked out of his office and to my dorm room.

I knew that this would all look very bad on my student records, I contemplated that as I heard the sound of sirens but really I wasn't about to be threatened and tormented by a man who was only mad because I had whipped him too hard that morning at his request.

He may have been penurious but his was just a masochist at heart. I am no sadist but was willing to do what I must to maintain a 4.0 grade point average.



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