<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">He felt highly uncomfortable with Fisher's inquiries, and he fidgeted quite a bit at her mention of students trying to seduce their instructors. She had it wrong, though, it was his fault. He had seduced the girl. She had resisted, had not wanted anything to do with him, but he pursued and persisted and she eventually gave in. He swallowed the lump in his throat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I teach philosophy. Right now I am officially work at Princeton, but...I am under review at the moment,"</span> he replied seemingly ashamed. He was quite ashamed of himself, but he wasn't totally sure he regretted what he had done. He and his wife had been having problems for years and it had been clear to him that she no longer loved him when he began the affair. Of course she had not been happy, embarrassed as she was--but she had stuck with him more for the children than anything. They hardly fought, and in front of the kids they seemed like the perfect happy couple. Behind closed doors, however, they were quiet bitter companions. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"To answer your second question, yes I am married--I have two children. A son and daughter. I was actually on my way back home for the first time in quite a while..."</span> At that, the professor grew quiet. He missed his children deeply as he traveled a lot as a guest speaker to various campuses and schools across the nation. Now he wasn't sure he'd ever see his children again.</div>