After first going back outside to dump out his pipe and refill it with tobacco but not relight it, Professor Bateman puttered around the shop until nearly closing time, peering at one item after another, looking extremely careful about not touching anything.<br/><br/>He was actually aware of his students having been there but was, if anything, even more concerned about being seen than they were.  He had tenure, of course, but his standing at the college could suffer -- although there were others on the faculty who actually prided themselves on openly discussing their sexual conquests, there was also a strong contingent of "sex-unfriendly feminists" in the English and Women's Studies departments, who had gone ballistic after they had seen some of his writings -- and even worse one of his students might try to manipulate him into giving them a higher grade if they knew his tastes.<br/><br/>He was also rather old-fashioned and even prim, and felt a bit uncomfortable about all these "novelties."  Finally he gathered his courage to approach the woman at the counter.  He cleared his throat again.<br/><br/>"I wonder, miss, if I might give you a list of some items.  I don't know if your store carries them -- I didn't see them on the shelves, perhaps I missed them or they are in a back room.  Or if you can special-order them, hmm?"  He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small piece of paper, with a list printed on it.  He unfolded it and was about to hand it to her.  "Oh, wait, excuse me, I'll just cross this out, I saw them on the shelf, yes."  He carefully drew a line across the item in question.<br/><br/>MASK, BLACK LEATHER<br/>CODPIECE<br/>CAPE, BLACK<br/><del>CUFFS, BONDAGE, PADDED (2 pair)</del><br/>FLOGGER<br/>WAND, ELECTRIC<br/>SPECULUM