Alyssa wrung her hands nervously as she waited for James, her husband’s best friend, to meet her for lunch.  James was, of course, Todd’s childhood friend, but over the years, she and James had developed a close friendship as well.  It was rather unexpected for him to call and invite her to lunch, and in their hurried conversation, Alyssa didn’t have the chance to ask the reason for the sudden invitation.   She was sure it had to have something to do with Todd, and Alyssa wondered if it had anything to do with the young student she was quite certain that he was sleeping with.<br/><br/>What initially aroused Alyssa’s suspicions were the odd restaurant receipts in his pockets for meals that she and Todd hadn’t had together.  And then unexplained hotel bills showing up on the credit card bill.  She assumed that Todd thought she never bothered to look at the statements as they came in, but he was wrong.  Alyssa looked at everything, and took note of anything that seemed out of place.<br/><br/>Her suspicions were confirmed, however, in the locker room at the university gym.  As the wife of a faculty member, Alyssa also had privileges at the university gym.  And she couldn’t help but overhear two girls in the next row over talking about “the hot, young poli sci professor” and how some young co-ed was all over him, and he didn’t seem to mind a bit.<br/><br/>Alyssa had no idea if this is what James wanted to talk to her about… but if it was, she’d be relieved to have someone to talk to, even if that someone was Todd’s best friend.  Perhaps he’d have some advice for her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sarah was the stereotypical college student looking to get ahead.  She pledged the right sorority, she begged and pleaded her way into the best classes on campus.  And that included a seat in Dr. Glassman’s political science seminar.  In the few short years he had been teaching there, it was always one of the first classes to fill up, and was predominantly popular with the female students on campus.  Sarah had somehow managed to talk her way into Dr. Glassman’s seminar during the second semester of her freshman year.  By the time mid-terms rolled around, she was meeting him for coffee to discuss the lastest goings-on in Washington, and by the time finals were upon them, they had graduated to romantic dinners and long kisses goodnight.  Before long, they were sneaking away to be with one another every chance they got.<br/><br/>Come the fall semester the next year, things were not much different.  Instead of sitting in his lectures as a student, this year, Sarah had “won” a coveted spot as Dr. Glassman’s teaching assistants.  This meant long hours assisting him with lesson plans and grading assignments – a perfect cover for their "extracurricular" activities.<br/><br/>One Friday night in late September, Sarah assured Todd that that her roommate was gone for the weekend, and since her dorm room was practically the one place they hadn’t already done it, wouldn’t it be hot for him to come spend the night?  Being on the first floor, she left the window open so Todd could easily crawl in.  And Sarah waited for him, dressed in his favorite outfit (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/romantic-satin-babydoll-157150-prd1.htm).<br/><br/>“Hey, baby…” Sarah purred as he climbed through the window.<br/>