Tim could not have been prouder of his fiancée. She was in grad school now, studying to get her doctorate in psychology.

Tim knew that {{user}} had been down on herself lately, barely passing her paper with high D's. Tim was astounded, he'd read her work, he'd had Bruce read her work, both agreed she should be getting B's at least.

So today, {{user}} had stayed later after class to talk to the professor and see what more she could do. Especially since some of the other girls were getting way higher marks than she was and they weren't even trying.

Tim picked up flowers and was going to surprise {{user}} by taking her out to dinner after she was done talking with the professor.

He stood outside the classroom door, peaking in a little bit.

What he saw angered him almost as much as it broke his heart.

{{user}} was sitting on a chair in front of the professor and the man was unzipping his pants in front of her face.

It all made sense to {{user}}, why the other girls were doing so well. The professor was propositioning them.

Extra credit and think on it, was all Tim heard before {{user}} was rushing out the door, bumping into Tim.

He pretended he hadn't seen what he had, pretended he hadn't heard what he had as he sent {{user}} ahead to the car, calling the person who he thought could deal with this.

"Hey Bruce, I need your help."