Pissed off Professor

Jackie couldn’t help but smile a little as she sat in her History class looking up at her professor. She had been watching him closely for the last two weeks and was about to spring her trap. She knew where he lived, where he ate breakfast before coming to the campus, and she knew his weak spot. The professor loved his coffee in the morning, but he also had to run to the bathroom several times shortly after drinking it. Jackie watched him every morning at the little café’ just around the corner from his house. He would sit and read the morning paper while drinking his first cup, then a second cup, but before he would finish it, he would make a trip to the men’s room.
When he returned, he would continue reading and drinking until the next trip to relieve himself. The third cup he would sip slowly while making yet another trip to the potty. Jackie guessed, the first thing he did after arriving on campus was to hit the little boy’s room, at least one more time before his first class.

This was perfect. Jackie was always very strong willed and loved to boss men around. It made her feel powerful. Ever since she was a little girl she had dreamed of literally owning a man, to have complete dominion over him. This was her ultimate goal, and now she had a plan to achieve it. Of course, Professor Haggerty had no idea of Jackie’s diabolical plan.

Professor Robert Haggerty was the perfect subject. He was a child prodigy. In grade school, he skipped two grades, which of course, made him smaller and younger than the rest of the kids in his class. This made him an easy target for the kids to pick on him. Even the girls would ridicule him so, in spite of his intelligence, he couldn’t help but develop a small inferiority complex growing up. He advanced into high school at the age of eleven. He finished high school in three years and first attended this very college at the tender age of fifteen. Although professor Haggerty could have taught almost any subject, his real passion was American History. That would be his down fall, Jackie thought, as she put the finishing details on her plan to enslave the poor, unsuspecting professor. Certainly his inexperience with women, his child like view of life in general made him vulnerable, but it was his love of American history that would lead to his doom.

The bell rang to end the last class of the week. He was just reaching for his briefcase as he heard one of his students call his name.

“Professor Haggerty, may I talk with you a moment?”
He looked up and saw Jackie Adams walking toward him. Because of his childhood, the professor was still very shy around women. In fact, at the age of 25, he was still a virgin, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to look at the girls and fantasize. Although Jackie wasn’t what you’d call, a gifted student, she was certainly very bright, but what stood out mostly was her looks. She was gorgeous. It was all he could do sometimes in class, to keep his eyes from giving her special attention.

At 5ft, 7in, she was just 3 inches shorter than as he was. Her nineteen year old body was tight, slim and was accentuated by her long, slender but shapely legs. Her shoulder length, blond hair was always perfect. Like all the college kids today, she dressed in a way that showed off her physical attributes and the professor could not help but to smile as she walked up to his desk.

“Professor,” she said in an excited voice, “I think I found an Indian burial mound.”

Native American culture and western folklore was one of the professor’s real obsessions. His heart almost skipped a beat as she continued with her story.

“One of my girlfriends has a cabin in down state Indiana. I’ve seen these big mounds several times on the way down there, but never realized what they were until I saw some pictures of the Cahokia burial mounds in Illinois. Professor I know these are the same thing.” She could tell by the look on his face that she had him hooked already. If the rest of her plan went according to Hoyle, she would soon own her very own boy toy.

She continued. “Professor, I’m sure these are burial mounds but I need someone like you to confirm it. Would it be possible to take a ride with me tomorrow. I’ll show you where they are and you can see if they really are what I think they are.”

The professor’s excitement was very apparent. He didn’t even think for a moment of the impropriety of taking a trip in the car with one of his students. He accepted her invitation with out the slightest hesitation.

“Great,” she said, “I know of a little restaurant on 45th. and Burr street. They open early. We could meet for coffee then leave from there..”
“Of course,” said the professor, “I know the place very well. I have breakfast there almost every day.” The coincidence of picking the restaurant he frequents never even crossed his mind.

Bright and early the next morning professor Haggerty was impatiently waiting over his first cup of coffee. Jackie was purposely late so he would have a head start on his morning caffeine fix. The waitress was just pouring his second cup as Jackie walked in.

“I’ll have one of also,” she said with a smile to the waitress.

She could see the, almost uncontrollable excitement in her professor’s face as she sat down. “Hi professor Haggerty.”

“Miss Adams,” he said, “this maybe the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me, I want to thank you for inviting me. How long a trip is it?”

This was almost going too good, she thought. “It’s a good three and half hours,” she said, “but I need to get some coffee in me before we start out. Oh, and please, I know in class you’re supposed to call everyone by their last names, but for today you can just call me Jackie.”

In a shy voice he said, “Okay Jackie, thanks.”

She had been watching the professor since he walked in and knew he hadn’t used the washroom yet. She excused herself, told him she had to use the lady’s room and walked to the back of the small hallway where both the men’s room and lady’s room were opposite each other. She took the sign she had made the night before from her purse and taped it to the door of the men’s room. It said, “OUT OF ORDER.”

She strolled back to their table and found it difficult to keep a straight face. They talked about the acclamations they would receive if their find really was an undiscovered, Native American burial ground. As they talked the professor finished his second cup of coffee and excused himself to make a trip to the men’s room. A small panic set in as he read the sign. He returned to the table.

“Wow, that was quick,” Jackie said trying to maintain herself.

“The men’s room is out of order,” said the professor, “I’ll have to use a restroom somewhere before we get on the expressway.”

“Sure professor. Have a seat, I want to finish my coffee and we’ll leave in a just few minutes, okay?” Jackie had to smile to herself. The professor sat down as she had instructed him. She was already taking a dominant role with out him even realizing it. Just then the waitress came over with a fresh pot and refilled the professor’s cup before he could stop her. He knew, with the long trip a head of him, he shouldn’t drink any more but the aroma was calling his name and he just couldn’t resist. Jackie thought to herself, I’m going to have to give that waitress a big tip. It’s almost like she is working for me.

After each of them finishing their coffee they paid the bill and walked to the parking area where Jackie had parked a cute, little BMW 325i convertible. The professor was surprised that a young college girl could afford such a nice vehicle.