Edward, sitting in his usual suit coat, white collared shirt and slacks, his shoes shined, hair perfectly placed and glasses a little down his nose, watched as Melissa sat down across from him. There was a strange light in his eyes, he had that look of someone that had done something they'd known to be wrong, and yet had done it anyway. He cleared his throat a little; she laid a pen down on the paper and looked at him.

You've got that look in your eyes have you done?

"I don't know how it happened. A week ago was Amy's last day working as a nurse for me, she's still living with me, but that's something else entirely. Her birthday was the last day of the service, I took her to dinner at that nice little steak place downtown, I can't seem to remember the name from there we went to the little bookstore on the corner where the Coffee Hut is and sat for a while, just talking about random things. I suppose the conversation turned when she brought out a book of writing prompts, reading one of them out loud and then asked what my response would be to something like that..."

What was the question?

He pulled out a book, flipping it to a marked page that had a few interesting comments on it and shook his head.

"Write what arouses you sexually, from someone's voice to their mannerisms to even the invention of the sock. It brought out some interesting conversations."

Now you've got me interested. What was her response?

"Her arousal seemed to be linked to people speaking, tones and phrases, enunciations, things like that."

And you?

"Books, certain stories and the way an author presents himself to the reader. I'm a bookworm, what can I say?"

What happened that made you start this conversation with me? Surely it must have been something.

He leaned forward, picking up the tape recorder and turning it off, setting it back down. Melissa looked at him, eyeing him carefully. He didn't look at her.

Edward.

"Student to Teacher relations has always been hard to uphold, she and I broke them when she started living with me, it's wrong and it shouldn't be talked about, much less acted on. I'm not as old as people think I am, the men I work with seem to think I'm as high up as late 40's."

You don't look like it. If I didn't know you, I'd say you were a gay man living a heterosexual life.

It made him laugh a little; he looked up at her, his hands trailing over the cloth of his shirt.

"I don't blame her, if anything I'd applaud her for even considering it, but after the bookstore, we went back to the apartment, I showered and laid down, my stomach and head were bothering me and rather then medicate myself, I figured sleep would do some good. Amy must have come in at some time; I woke up with her lying beside me, her hands on my back, running across my bare skin. It was interesting, I'll say that much. She knew she'd woken me up, apologized and started to get out of the bed.I didn't let her, lightly taking her wrist and pulling her back down."

He closed his eyes, listening to himself and Melissa breath, the sound of the clock in the background; he had done something that no teacher has the right to do. And still had the girl living with him. His memory traced back to what he was talking about. Amy had lain back down, looking over him before rolling onto her side and lightly running her fingers over the skin on his chest, down over his stomach and slightly lower, until she had gotten to the elastic band of his pants.

Edward. is wrong, but I want you, I have since the first class.I'll leave if you like.

He had leaned up, lightly brushing her reddish brown hair from her face, kissing her, deeply. He didn't know why, but there was just something about this girl. He sighed a little, sitting up and looking at Melissa, there was a sideways grin on his face.

You had sex with a student, good lord Exarian, this could loose you your job. Do you know what you've done?

"Yes, I know."

And she's still living with you?

"Only until the end of the month, she found a flat for rent, $500 a month; all the utilities are paid for by the people who own the house she'll be living above."

Will you be caught?

"Other then a student who guesses that there's something going on, no, we haven't been. And it was once, and neither of us really shows it if we're in a position that we need to hide it in. She's a good girl."

I doubt you're the man she wanted first.

"I wasn't first, I'm sure in her mind I physically, I wasn't first. Poor girl has been raped and attacked by the men her mother kept around since she was 9. I think she's used to men getting what they want, it was a little different, and I wasn't expecting it."

But you didn't turn her down either.

"I started to."

You had better hope this doesn't get around, god only knows what would happen if it did.

He sat, looked around for a moment and then paused, looking at the clock.

"Time's up, and I have a class."

Goodnight Edward.

"Good night."