Awakening to soft, untimely knocks on your college dorm in the dead of night wasn't anyone's preference. Responding groggily, you stumbled toward the door in your thin nightgown and fuzzed hair.

"Coming, coming..." you muttered, rubbing your eye as you opened the door.

As it swung open, you had to double-take to confirm. It was your professor or more precisely your boyfriend, in a drunken state, leaning on your door with his jacket draped over his arm and his blouse half-open.

"Hey... sweetheart..." he slurred, leaning his weight onto you, a blend of alcohol and cologne filling the air.