Every year there were a few. At one time it seemed an epidemic but thanks to new software, the ability to buy your papers and not be caught was diminishing. Clarence had taught English at Northwest State for eight years now and every year he would find a few papers that he had seen before. He knew the game and he would simply expel them from any class he ever taught.
Sometimes the college would throw them out too. It usually depended on who they were and how much Daddy would pay to keep them there. The name on the top of the paper surprised Professor Davis. Anja had been a good student, and participated well in the class. She seemed very bright, and he could not understand why she had purchased her last paper. He had warned the whole class at the beginning of the course. So, now there was only the confrontation before he had to send her packing. It seemed to bad, the courses was almost over and even without turning the paper in she would have passed without a problem.
The class was about to begin and he quickly gathered his things and headed down to the lecture hall. It was a small room as lecture halls went and he enjoyed the view of many the young female students in such close quarters. Clarence would really miss Anja’s lean toned legs. She rarely wore short skirts. However, the conservative cloths she wore did not hide the fact that she was really quite lovely. Her face had a soft gentle innocence and her body, although short, was well proportioned. More than once the good professor had been captivated by her small shapely ass as she left the room.
The students filed in and found there regular places. Anja was there in the second row on the aisle. She seemed a little unsure of herself, as she rummaged through her bag, getting things ready for the start of the class. It was spring and the early warm weather meant most of the young women had shed many cloths. Short skirts and tight tops seemed the rage these days.
Clarence thought back at when he started teaching and the baggy grunge look that had dominated the campus; this was much better although it sure makes it harder to keep you thoughts on Hemingway. It was this time of the year when he enjoyed Henry Millar and Anais Nin a little more. Anja wore a simple light sundress with a row of buttons the length of the dress. He started his class droning on about poetry and tempo or some such nonsense, but his eyes kept coming back to the guilty looking girl in the second row. He knew, she thought. He had to know or why would he be looking at me like that.
Oh my God! What am I going to do now? The fear of being caught at plagiarizing had tormented Anja for the last two days. She had been so busy chatting and downloading porn on the Internet, that the deadline for turning in the paper had crept up on her, and she had panicked. She could not exactly go to the Prof. and explain how she had been too horny and filled with lust to finish her work.
She had always had these nasty dirty thoughts, but recently the Internet had allowed her to explore them even more. She swore she could not get the smell of her own pussy off her fingers. It was insane, but she could not stop herself. She lived in constant fear of discovery and that only seemed to heighten the thrill. Her cloths and demeanor was carefully construed to hide the pervert lurking inside. Now, because of this paper, this Prof. was so close to finding out her dark secret.
He kept looking at her, his gray eyes boring into her, as if he could see her for what she was. He was a good looking man, not dressing or acting like most of the fossils that taught at the school. He was not even very old, the streaks of gray in his beard only added to his appeal. She had thought about him sexually, touching her, kissing her, and taking her body. She was getting excited. She felt the familiar tingle between her legs and shifted in her seat.
