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Professor John Makecum gathered his notes for his freshman lecture on modern morality. At fifty-seven he still was a very active man, not what one would think of as an academic. His manner of dress where conservative, but did little to hide the fact that he was an avid cross country skier and equestrian, hard and lean of body. His dark hazel eyes pricing, commanding and his gaze from the podium and silenced more than one quip from a student who questioned a course in modern morality.
Gillian College was a small liberal arts college located in the remote New England country side and offered few diversions for the students or the faculty other than skiing in the winter months and the rolling country side in milder seasons. It was the type of institution where students went as a second choice or as a new start from a failed academic career at more protégées school, and the same thing could be said of the faculty to a greater or lesser extent, and Professors John Makecum was the living example of it. He had a roaming eye and a taste for undergraduates, and there young athletic bodies. He knew Gillian was his last chance. So with that realization he confined his thirst for young coeds to surfing the net and the sites that catered to men with a longing for nubile young women under the guise of research for his course.
He entered the lecture hall placed his notes on the podium . Another semester of students taking a mandatory course with little interest in the subject other than getting pass the course.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to modern morality. I am Professor John Makecum, your guide to the problems of morality in modern socity.
Professor John Makecum gathered his notes for his freshman lecture on modern morality. At fifty-seven he still was a very active man, not what one would think of as an academic. His manner of dress where conservative, but did little to hide the fact that he was an avid cross country skier and equestrian, hard and lean of body. His dark hazel eyes pricing, commanding and his gaze from the podium and silenced more than one quip from a student who questioned a course in modern morality.
Gillian College was a small liberal arts college located in the remote New England country side and offered few diversions for the students or the faculty other than skiing in the winter months and the rolling country side in milder seasons. It was the type of institution where students went as a second choice or as a new start from a failed academic career at more protégées school, and the same thing could be said of the faculty to a greater or lesser extent, and Professors John Makecum was the living example of it. He had a roaming eye and a taste for undergraduates, and there young athletic bodies. He knew Gillian was his last chance. So with that realization he confined his thirst for young coeds to surfing the net and the sites that catered to men with a longing for nubile young women under the guise of research for his course.
He entered the lecture hall placed his notes on the podium . Another semester of students taking a mandatory course with little interest in the subject other than getting pass the course.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to modern morality. I am Professor John Makecum, your guide to the problems of morality in modern socity.
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