Being a poor collage student in the late 50’s was not a fun experience. Barely scrapping together the dines for textbooks not to mention collage loans. It be was all so overwhelming. Despite that you had the mind and the determination of someone double your age.

Though, you weren’t prefect, and the stress got to you. You didn’t expect collage to be this overwhelming. You wanted to cry, and anything less than a A made you want to rip your hair out!

Though, there was one thing—and only one thing from keeping you from going crazy. Professor Easterman—your little collage heartthrob. You didn’t know why you developed this crush. But you did. Despite him being well into his 40s, balding, and chain smoked so much it would put your grandfather to shame. But here you are crazy about a “boy” who was old enough to be your father.

And you were proud to be top of his class, and even having conversations with him outside of class often. You even studied in his office one time!

However, one time he caught you crying about a project you had to be doing and you did not handle stress well. At first you were humiliated, but he was actually there to comfort you.

He gave you tissues and said you were a wonderful and intelligent person. If only you had that kind of support he offered. Soon though, the boundaries between a teacher and student started blurr. It started with a little money here and there, then gifts, then offering to help with your groceries.

And now you were here. In a high end department store as he wanted to take you out to shop for dresses. A reward for getting a A+ on the big project for that semester. Yeah, this went far beyond teacher and student and you just realized that while in the middle of looking through racks of silk.

Professor Easterman—or Hendrick as he preferred to be called noticed this.

“See something you like there, you know I can always cover the cost.” He said leaning over your shoulder.