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Sorrenson was decent enough to ask if it was a good idea for Sam's teacher to have a fling with him.
     "I'm dumping you next week," she joked.  "Besides, you're so good-looking.  I like old guys.  I must have a father complex."
     Sorrenson got a jolt of adrenalin whenever he got a woman into bed.  It was easy; any man who had tried it knew that, but it was thrilling too to look into a woman's eyes and knew that she was giving herself to you if only for that hour.
     The teacher made them coffee after and he stayed in bed and drank it, modestly pulling the sheets close to him in a way that made her laugh.
     "I can see why you're a good teacher," he said.
     "Why?" she said.
     "Your laugh," he said it like it was obvious.
     What he meant was her tits although they would be wasted on weaned children, of course.  She held him close.  It was just like having a five-year-old, having a mistress and next week, when she dumped him, he'd get another.