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Professor Corman, a man with a rust-colored goatee and silver streaks in his quaffed hair, was researching in the rarely used Duffy Library at Dunskine University. He looked in his wallet, in which his uncle and aunt had lent him 2/3 of the money he needed for a decent new suit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw William Wyatt, the dark blond, slightly plump head custodian, better known as Lammy, changing out the lamps.
"Hey, Lammy, I hate to ask, but could you lend me $200 for a new suit for Dean Orson's funeral this weekend? My payment will be coming this Tuesday, and I'll give it back to you then," Professor Corman said.
Lammy smiled as he pulled out two $100 bills. "You're in luck, my friend. Custodian and groundkeeper payments were yesterday," Lammy replied.
Professor Corman shyly took the folded bills. "I will repay you," he said.
"Nonsense. You've been my best friend since you were in 5th grade, and you got me this job in the first place. You pulled me out of a dark place after I came back from the war. Besides, I'm sure you're a shoo-in for the next Dean of Behavioral Science. If you really want to thank me, give me that body, Elwood," Lammy said, placing his hand on the back of Professor Corman's neck and leaning in to give him a deep kiss.
"Lammy, we must not," Professor Corman protested.
Lammy stood up. "You've wanted me since 8th grade. You're a professor now, and I'm a former Marine sergeant. We're fully grown now. Besides, we're the only ones in this building. It's my job to clean up any mess," Lammy said.
Elwood started to undo his belt. "Well, when you put it that way."
For the next hour, the two made passionate love to each other. At the end, Lammy released his fangs, plunged them into Elwood's neck, took three sips, and licked the wound clean. "I told you I would clean up any mess," Lammy said.
Elwood sat stunned, leaning back against the wall. "What the..."
Lammy pulled clothes from the pile of clothing on the floor. "Afghanistan changed us... some more than others," he said.
Elwood grabbed his clothes. "Lammy, you are..."
Lammy placed his finger over Elwood's lips. "Shhh, I'm tired, and I'm sure you are as well. I'll explain everything after the funeral. Till then, goodnight, my dearest friend," Lammy said as he helped Elwood dress. "Look, Lammy, I can walk out on my own, but I'm weak, and I need to process this. Give me a moment," Elwood said.
Lammy gave an understanding smile. "I get it," he replied before taking his leave.
A few seconds after Lammy left the library, the young blonde student Emma Rossi popped out from behind a shelf. "I've seen men in their forties make love before, as my browser history can confirm, but that was the hottest. I came for an Appalachian folklore text, 'Cascadian Homoeroticism,'" she said.
Professor Corman shuddered. "Miss Rossi, how much did you see?"
Emma released her fang. "The whole thing. Don't worry, I won't tell a soul nor harm you. After all, you are the lover of my mistress's master," she said.
Elwood pulled his shirt to his chest. "Mistress?... You mean there are more on campus?"
Emma shook her head. "Not just on campus, but all over the city. Sergeant Wyatt said he would explain, so he shall. I will simply say, welcome to the family," she giggled as she faded into the shadows.

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Professor Corman, a man with a rust-colored goatee and silver streaks in his quaffed hair, was researching in the rarely used Duffy Library at Dunskine University. He looked in his wallet, in which his uncle and aunt had lent him 2/3 of the money he needed for a decent new suit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw William Wyatt, the dark blond, slightly plump head custodian, better known as Lammy, changing out the lamps.
"Hey, Lammy, I hate to ask, but could you lend me $200 for a new suit for Dean Orson's funeral this weekend? My payment will be coming this Tuesday, and I'll give it back to you then," Professor Corman said.
Lammy smiled as he pulled out two $100 bills. "You're in luck, my friend. Custodian and groundkeeper payments were yesterday," Lammy replied.
Professor Corman shyly took the folded bills. "I will repay you," he said.
"Nonsense. You've been my best friend since you were in 5th grade, and you got me this job in the first place. You pulled me out of a dark place after I came back from the war. Besides, I'm sure you're a shoo-in for the next Dean of Behavioral Science. If you really want to thank me, give me that body, Elwood," Lammy said, placing his hand on the back of Professor Corman's neck and leaning in to give him a deep kiss.
"Lammy, we must not," Professor Corman protested.
Lammy stood up. "You've wanted me since 8th grade. You're a professor now, and I'm a former Marine sergeant. We're fully grown now. Besides, we're the only ones in this building. It's my job to clean up any mess," Lammy said.
Elwood started to undo his belt. "Well, when you put it that way."
For the next hour, the two made passionate love to each other. At the end, Lammy released his fangs, plunged them into Elwood's neck, took three sips, and licked the wound clean. "I told you I would clean up any mess," Lammy said.
Elwood sat stunned, leaning back against the wall. "What the..."
Lammy pulled clothes from the pile of clothing on the floor. "Afghanistan changed us... some more than others," he said.
Elwood grabbed his clothes. "Lammy, you are..."
Lammy placed his finger over Elwood's lips. "Shhh, I'm tired, and I'm sure you are as well. I'll explain everything after the funeral. Till then, goodnight, my dearest friend," Lammy said as he helped Elwood dress. "Look, Lammy, I can walk out on my own, but I'm weak, and I need to process this. Give me a moment," Elwood said.
Lammy gave an understanding smile. "I get it," he replied before taking his leave.
A few seconds after Lammy left the library, the young blonde student Emma Rossi popped out from behind a shelf. "I've seen men in their forties make love before, as my browser history can confirm, but that was the hottest. I came for an Appalachian folklore text, 'Cascadian Homoeroticism,'" she said.
Professor Corman shuddered. "Miss Rossi, how much did you see?"
Emma released her fang. "The whole thing. Don't worry, I won't tell a soul nor harm you. After all, you are the lover of my mistress's master," she said.
Elwood pulled his shirt to his chest. "Mistress?... You mean there are more on campus?"
Emma shook her head. "Not just on campus, but all over the city. Sergeant Wyatt said he would explain, so he shall. I will simply say, welcome to the family," she giggled as she faded into the shadows.