MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER
Maxwell Deadham was a geologist. Well, he taught geology at a small college in the mid section of Pennsylvania. He liked his work, which suited him better that the prior gig with an energy company. When he switched, the company awarded him a silver geologist's hammer -- the kind with a point on one end. He was proud of it.
At the college, he got to see any number of good-looking students -- of both sexes. He appreciated that part of his job. What's more, his course was a 'lab' course, and he would take the classes out to abandoned quarries, highway cuts, and other areas where they could chop rocks. That meant that he'd often climb up inclines behind one or more of those good-looking students.
In short, Maxwell was somewhat of a letch. The students knew that. But Maxwell never touched. He only looked. He wasn't even obvious about it. Thus, he was tolerated by most of his charges.
Maxwell was forty-four. He had a medium build and was going bald. He'd been married for twelve years to Laura, now thirty-eight. Laura was a very nice-looking woman, blonde, with a good figure. She and Maxwell were happy in their marriage, even though there were no children. They were a little kinky. Laura knew that Maxwell was bisexual -- in his fantasies. She also knew that he never acted on his attraction to some men. They did discuss it, though. She'd tease him in bed, about some of the young men she saw around campus. She liked to play as if she wanted a younger man, and would bring him to bed, so Maxwell could....have fun. They both got off when she did this.
