Pete Mercer turned the door knob and entered the staff room. He was pretty early so it was a surprise to see that two people were already there. One of them was Richard Simon. Even though Richard had been there for a while now, Pete still thought of him as a youngster. And to his 61 years of age, a 32-year old was barely a spring chicken. He nodded a silent hello to Richard and then turned his attention to the other staff member already in attendance.<br/><br/>Miss Du Pain, the French little firecracker. There was always something deliciously naughty about her, a teasing nature that came natural and things weren't helped by her sexy little accent. Pete had been all too aware from early on that Du Pain was one of those women who was keenly aware of the effect she had on men's minds - and other parts of their anatomy - and used that to full effect. Part of Pete had always wanted to bend the snooty little Frog over his desk and make her scream until her voice was raw. But even though Saint Catherine's was very, very liberal when it came to on-campus sexcapades, it would have been unacceptable even in that environment for him to just take advantage of another faculty member.<br/><br/><em>A damn shame</em>, he thought, as his gaze lingered on her firm and nicely shaped buttocks. He passed her by on his way to the coffee machine and couldn't resist slapping her right ass cheek. He winked teasingly as it - obviously - attracted her attention.<strong>"Good morning to you, miss Du Pain." </strong>