The Oxford Man
Nonfiction, Family & Relationships, Family Relationships, Abuse, Reference & Language, Education & Teaching
| Author: | Roger Fritz-Simmons | ISBN: | 9781490745497 |
| Publisher: | Trafford Publishing | Publication: | October 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Trafford Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Roger Fritz-Simmons |
| ISBN: | 9781490745497 |
| Publisher: | Trafford Publishing |
| Publication: | October 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Trafford Publishing |
| Language: | English |
Two weeks afterwards, Oscar asked Professor Koening for a second date, oops! German Dialogue! In the meanwhile, he had encouraged Cutie to have one of her dialogues with the professor off campus. Cutie asked the professor to meet her at the same restaurant Oscar had his class. Oscar took Cutie to the restaurant before the appointed time; he did not want the professor to see him for obvious reasons. The dialogue went well, and the professor took Cutie back to campus. Cutie told Oscar about the wonderful time they had together, and the affable personality of Professor Koenig. Oscar was delighted about Cuties successful dialogue and the intriguing web he was weaving. He had to prevent Cutie from conjuring up any suspicion relative to the ulterior motive he harbored in asking for a second German dialogue. Professor Koenigs house was a large luxurious palatial mansion. Oscar stopped in the circular driveway; he climbed the marble staircase to a big door that signaled entrance to the palace. He spoke to the footman at the door and then went back down the stairs. Oscar turned around to see the footman opened the door, and goose-bumps with a tingling feeling swept over him. Professor Koening stepped out in a red dress that accentuated, indeed flaunted, ever curve in her incredibly sexy body. Oscar opened the door; Professor Koening graciously entered the car. As Oscar looked around he saw a magnificent view of the city and the Caribbean Sea below. He was high up in St. Andrew Hills, which was indicative of the unquestioned highest dating peak of his young life. His heart was racing; he was trembling as he entered the drivers seat. He did not put his hand on the steering wheel in order to conceal his nervousness. He sat there briefly, trying to make light conversation; never in his life was he in proximity to such a gorgeous creature of brain and beauty. How could he even begin to communicate on a sexual level with this outstanding woman of power, wealth, and sophistication? While he was in his contemplation, she accidentally touched his leg, and LJS jumped like a frightened puppy.
Two weeks afterwards, Oscar asked Professor Koening for a second date, oops! German Dialogue! In the meanwhile, he had encouraged Cutie to have one of her dialogues with the professor off campus. Cutie asked the professor to meet her at the same restaurant Oscar had his class. Oscar took Cutie to the restaurant before the appointed time; he did not want the professor to see him for obvious reasons. The dialogue went well, and the professor took Cutie back to campus. Cutie told Oscar about the wonderful time they had together, and the affable personality of Professor Koenig. Oscar was delighted about Cuties successful dialogue and the intriguing web he was weaving. He had to prevent Cutie from conjuring up any suspicion relative to the ulterior motive he harbored in asking for a second German dialogue. Professor Koenigs house was a large luxurious palatial mansion. Oscar stopped in the circular driveway; he climbed the marble staircase to a big door that signaled entrance to the palace. He spoke to the footman at the door and then went back down the stairs. Oscar turned around to see the footman opened the door, and goose-bumps with a tingling feeling swept over him. Professor Koening stepped out in a red dress that accentuated, indeed flaunted, ever curve in her incredibly sexy body. Oscar opened the door; Professor Koening graciously entered the car. As Oscar looked around he saw a magnificent view of the city and the Caribbean Sea below. He was high up in St. Andrew Hills, which was indicative of the unquestioned highest dating peak of his young life. His heart was racing; he was trembling as he entered the drivers seat. He did not put his hand on the steering wheel in order to conceal his nervousness. He sat there briefly, trying to make light conversation; never in his life was he in proximity to such a gorgeous creature of brain and beauty. How could he even begin to communicate on a sexual level with this outstanding woman of power, wealth, and sophistication? While he was in his contemplation, she accidentally touched his leg, and LJS jumped like a frightened puppy.
