The Most Important Lesson I Taught Them
I dropped by to help my younger sister revise her thesis, and while I was at it, I joined her research group for dinner.
The moment I walked into the private dining room, a few girls blushed and called out to me.
“Hey, handsome, are you single? Give us a shot!”
My sister’s boyfriend, Eric Pensworth, looked at me with a faint smile.
“Man, you look kind of familiar. You remind me of that pretty boy everyone’s been talking about on the forum.
“They say you slept with Professor Alva Jackson and stole my direct-entry PhD spot.”
I froze.
The Alva Jackson he was talking about was the newly hired professor at Adams University, fresh back from overseas.
Just as I was about to explain, he cut me off with an innocent look.
“Maybe I got the wrong guy. You look way too respectable to be the kind of guy who lives off women.
“But Professor Jackson’s nearly fifty. How could you even do it with her?”
I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
Since when had I become a fifty-year-old woman?
Was there another Alva Jackson at Adams University besides me?