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"Thanks so much, Professor." The small of stature, yet delightfully curved, blond smiled a very shy and yet sexy smile at him as he brushed off his hands.

"No big deal, it was just a jump." He went on to explain that she needed to get her car checked out as he put his cables away. When he straightened back up she impulsively hugged him, pressing her body tight against his for a brief second. Then she was gone and he felt a chill because her warmth disappeared so quickly. She smiled again at him, a smile that made her look older than the 18 he assumed her to be. Just before she got in the car she turned back.

"If you ever need anything, anything at all. Just look for me, I'm always around."

The sexual innuendo, while missing from even her tone, came to mind as he glanced down at her rear end while she walked around the front of her car. He buried those thoughts as he also forced down the feeling of her pressed against him.

He saw her several times on campus that week. Being a small school, at least in area, making it almost inevitable. Each time she would hug him and remind him of her offer. It wasn't his imagination as the hugs seemed a little tighter and her offer was colored by more than just politeness. On Thursday she appeared next to his car, which wasn't a surprise because he had seen her car in the lot each day.

"Hiya Professor," she said leaning against his car door. The tight top made it clear she required no support for her nice breasts, although the open window frame was trying.

He nearly flubbed her name and she smiled that sexy, shy smile that caused his head to spin. He recovered with a "How's your car?"

"So far so good, thanks for asking. My dad found a problem in the headlight switch, so it wasn't me."

"I never said it was you."

"I know, but you were thinking about it, ’Dumb little airhead blond left her lights on', weren't you?"

He had to smile as she flounced her hair and changed her tone to match the stereotypical airhead. "OK, maybe a little."

She laughed a low chuckle at his admission.

"Well, Professor, I just wanted to thank you again, you were a real lifesaver the other day."

"It wasn't a big deal."

She put her small warm hand tenderly to his cheek and said, "It was to me."

Then she kissed him. It began almost innocently, with just a touch of the lips, but she pressed tighter and changed the angle when she felt his initial resistance fade. When her tongue reached out, she felt his lips part.

When they broke apart, she said, "Wow!"

He shook his head to clear it. "Wow alright, but you can't do that again."

"Why not?"

"Well aside from I'm a professor here and you are a student, I'm much older than you and I'm married."

She leaned in again, not quite far enough to kiss him and said in a very low and sexy voice, "I am older than you think, I like mature men, and you aren't one of my professors."

She tried to touch his face again, but he caught her hand.

"You forgot the married part."

She shrugged her shoulder, which made her breasts perform an interesting motion. "I was hoping you might forget that part."

"Not likely."

Her face took on a hint of regret and resignation. Then she reached for his face again. He went to grab her hand and this time she evaded.

"Relax, Prof, just getting the lipstick off."

He relaxed as she rubbed his bottom lip. She leaned in, taking a closer look and she kissed him again. He couldn't push her away. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so insistent, so sexy. Her hand dropped to his lap and she found him stiffening, which she squeezed until he groaned in her kiss. Then she broke the kiss.

Whispering against his cheek, "By the way, I don't wear lipstick."

He disengaged her hand, which felt better than he would ever admit, even to himself.

"Thanks again Prof. If you ever do want anything at all, and I do mean anything, absolutely anything". . . then she gave her phone number and disappeared from his window.

The Professor sat there and regained his composure. He thought of her, but then he also thought of other young ladies and a few young men who tried similar things. The difference was she wasn't his student, but to him, that was a false dichotomy. She is a student and therefore hands-off for a lot of reasons! It took quite a long time before he felt calm enough to drive.

He saw her car again, but no sign of her, which was both a blessing and a curse. He was honest enough with himself to appreciate the feelings she brought out in him, but it also scared him a little. He'd never been so tempted before, and there had been quite a few very pretty girls in his classes over the years. But at the same time, he thought about all the other professors, both men and women, who got involved with students. Rarely did things work out well in the long run.

Admittedly some of his contemporaries got stupid and deserved their problems, most tried to be discrete and many of those ended quietly, but they normally hit the rumor mill more than more public news. He still felt his policy of hands-off students was the best one, no matter how tempting! Her pretty face and the taste of her kiss came to mind again and he felt himself harden. "No matter how tempting!" He muttered to himself as he re-focused on what he was doing.

While her memory didn't fade in the next week, her sexual innuendo certainly cooled. He saw her more regularly and she was pleasant, funny, and he decided that he liked her even more than he first thought. He was grading papers out by the fountain in the middle of one of the quads. She sat down and soon the papers were forgotten as they engaged in a debate about scientific naturalism and materialism. She, JJ, had a good mind, a quick wit, and had a pointed way of piercing to the heart of a point rather than getting distracted by non-essentials. He enjoyed both the debate and her company.

Friday rolled around and again she was in the lot at the end of the school day, only this time she wasn't alone.

JJ was standing next to her car and next to her was a girl who set off the warning bells of untouchability. JJ was very pretty, small, curvy, an incredible ass, and wonderful breasts. Her apparel was standard student wear in the warm weather, shorts, midriff top, and sandals. Add in the fact that he liked her for who she was.

This girl was all that, except for being small. She wasn't Amazonian, but she was physically ideal! That is until he saw the look on her face and he realized JJ was tearing a stripe from her skin.

As he walked to his car he heard some of the exchange. The taller girl had borrowed JJ's car and left the lights on and drained the battery.

When JJ saw him, her face lit up. "My Knight, oh Sir Knight could this wee damsel, and her lummox of a friend, prevail upon you for another assist?"

He laughed and quickly agreed. But this time it was no avail. The battery wasn't accepting a jump. The taller girl, Danusia, had a stricken look as she walked around the back of the car.

"She a good friend, JJ?"

"Yea, my dearest friend, I love her so much."

"Then go tell her. She's torn up and scared."

JJ looked at her friend, "You're right, I'm mad, but not that mad."

She went over behind her car while he rolled up his cables. He saw them hug, and he thought he saw JJ's hands on Danusia's rear, but when he looked back, the hug had broken up. Now Danusia was apologizing all over JJ. It was almost a funny sight, the larger girl to the much smaller girl, like a bear apologizing to a chipmunk.

"Um, Professor?"

"Get in JJ."

She looked surprised as his guess was right that they might need a lift somewhere. The only issue was that today he had driven his small pick-up, no backseat; three of them would be a crowd. JJ got in from the driver's side, and the Prof had to look away as the tight shorts she seemed to always wear stretched nicely across her rear. Once again he was reminded how much of an ass man he had always been.

He got in and found that her very sexy naked thigh pressed tightly against his. It felt good, but it was also distracting because she was a very animated talker, so it was not only against his leg but rubbing up and down with her small movements. She had a small backpack in her lap that she shifted to her left thigh, and then he felt her hand as it snaked under it and rested on his thigh. When he glanced over at her, she was smiling. He thought about ignoring it, but after that one time figured she might take that for acquiescence, so he took her hand and put it back on her thigh. She smiled what might have been an apology, or maybe a rueful look of disappointment, he wasn't sure. Luckily she didn't stick it in his lap because she would have had no trouble recognizing the effect she was having on him.

JJ directed him to a small subdivision, a nice one past the center of town. Not too far out of his way. The house was a nice tri-level and there were no cars in the drive.

"Come on in, you have to meet my Mom."

Now meeting JJ's mother wasn't something he relished, but JJ wouldn't be denied. As Danusia got out, she asked again. "Please. Mom won't believe we got a ride from a nice person. Having you come in would save me. So please?"

"OK, but only for a few. I'm expected elsewhere."

"Thanks, Sir Knight" She grinned and now looked younger than her years. As he got out of the car a stunning woman came out of the house. She looked more like Danusia's mom than JJ's, but JJ called out to her and then all but dragged her over to meet him.

"Mom, this is Professor Trung. He's the man that has saved me twice. Professor, my Mother, Jayne."

They shook hands; Jayne's hand was as warm as JJ's. He let them escort him into the house and soon was sitting in the living room with a beer chatting with Jayne while the girls put the finishing touches on dinner. He wasn't sure how they roped him into staying, but the atmosphere was pleasant, the conversation delightful, and he found himself liking Jayne -- even more than he liked JJ. Jayne was taller and with a much fuller figure, nicely proportioned like JJ, just more of her! She had darker hair and wore more intelligent clothes than brief shorts and a cropped tee shirt.

Over dinner and a bottle of wine, he found himself having fun. He missed several interesting glances between the three ladies. After dinner, Jayne chased the two girls away so she could talk to him privately.

He sat back in a comfortable chair in Jayne's family room, sipping on an excellent scotch and realized that this was the most relaxing evening he's had in months, if not years. With Jayne in the room, there was no pressure from JJ, and no teasing anyway. She sat on the corner of the couch and picked up a remote.

"Now I am afraid the nice part of the evening is over, Tom, we have some things to discuss."

Her tone surprised him and he started to sit up.

"No, please relax, if you can. Let me get it all out and if you are as smart as I think you are, all will be clear. First of all, I am not JJ's Mom, she and Danusia work for me on a part-time basis. I am a private investigator who specializes in helping women deal with abusive relationships."

He looked at her quizzically, not sure how this applied to anything. A hundred questions bubbled up in his brain as she clicked the remote control and he saw Jayne, dressed professionally, talking to his wife! He sat back in shock as he heard a complete lie about him leave her lips.

Jayne stopped the image at that point and let it sink it.

"She hired you?"

"Yes, to set you up, take some incriminating photos that she could use in divorce proceedings."

"But you have to know she's lying?"

"At the time we didn't know that. After JJ met you, she thought you didn't fit the profile based on what your wife had told us. So she did what she was trained to do, and she dug deeper. She reported that you were not anything that your wife described and that she didn't want any part of it. I agree with her. You are married to a real piece of work."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because, like JJ, Danny and I like you. We think you are honest and a straight shooter, something we see very rarely. We think your wife is a cold-stone-hearted bitch and we didn't want anything to do with hurting you. That's the bottom line."

"How much did she . . ."

That's between her and I. I still have ethical behavior, just like you do."

That he could respect. "So you canceled the . . . the contract I guess you would call it?"

"That is exactly what it was, a contract, and while I have no problem crucifying the guilty, I don't hang the innocent. The contract also says that if she lied to us in her deposition about you, we can cancel the job and keep the retainer. After that, we are free agents."

He sat back, his head spinning. Jayne came over the sat on the edge of the overstuffed lounger he was in. She handed him a DVD.

"This is a recording of each of our meetings. I wasn't sure you would want to see it here or not."

"I'm in shock. I know things haven't been right for a while, but this? If she wanted a divorce, she should have just asked."

"True, but this state isn't a no-fault divorce state, they do look at what each person brings to the table. Without something damning on you, the best she could hope for is 50%, and she wants more. If it was something bad, the courts traditionally give the spouse more and leave you just enough to live on. I have no objection to that when the man is a lying, cheating, and abusive piece of shit. But you are none of those. JJ's character description was dead on. You aren't a boy scout; I saw how you liked looking at her. Danny also told me she caught you looking at me, I was flattered!"

"You're a beautiful woman!"

"Even after I broke this to you?"

"Yes! Even now. In fact, your professionalism makes you even more attractive."

Jayne pulled him over to the couch and told him about her work. He even recognized a few of the higher-profile cases she's worked. She also told him about some of the ones she's walked away from. She told him about the women she's sheltered, to the point of shooting one husband who found out where his family had gone. He got the whole litany of things he knew went on around him, but usually didn't affect him directly.

Then she told him about one case involving a co-worker of his, a fellow professor at the college. Tom remembered him! He was one of the worst examples of being an abusive professor that Tom had ever met and was glad when it all finally came to light! He had been disgusted with it all! He looked at Jayne and felt very proud to have met the woman who helped bring that bit of human excrement down!

"Do you have any advice for me?"

Jayne looked at him. She was surprised he hadn't broken down or lost his temper, but then she caught the brittle edge to his voice. She couldn't let him go home in this condition. He hadn't thought things through just yet and might do something that will only hurt himself.

"I would suggest you look at the rest of the recording, and take them to a good divorce lawyer. Her deposition is a matter of legal record and we have also recorded how she lied."

"So I am here . . . officially?"

"No! We dropped the case and sent a certified letter to your wife explaining our reasoning. With luck, it’ll piss her off! You are here because JJ likes you! Danny also thinks you are great. She's been watching you at the Pub you frequent. If you can picture her in a long wig sitting off in the corner with two other employees of mine. I asked them to bring you here, to my home, not my office, so I could tell you all this."

Tom started thinking again. Slowly things were making more sense. "I have one question?"

"Only one?"

"One for now. How old is JJ?"

Jayne started to laugh and hugged Tom, something Tom found very nice!

"JJ is 25, Danny is 23, and I am 46! JJ is also my niece."

"You're 46? I would have never guessed, you look so much younger."

"Thank you, kind sir! You realize you are complimenting the lady who was planning to get you in a compromising position with a girl and record it."

"But you didn't! I knew the asshole you burned at the college! I am glad you are in the line you are in. Some women need help, and some need. . ."

"No, don't think along those lines. Handle her legally. This isn't a no-fault divorce state. You will win if you keep your cool. Right now you could  make a mistake, either say something or worse take a swing at her in your anger. Get your act together and you'll come out on top!"

Jayne snuggled against Tom, his arm went around her automatically. She fit nicely against him, and then JJ and Danusia came into the room.

"So did you tell him?"

Tom answered, "Everything!"

"No, there wasn't enough time for everything. I bet you missed the most important thing."

JJ climbed on his lap and kissed him again! This was a no holds barred full body slam down kiss that left him gasping for air as she and Danny ran out of the room! Jayne was next to him laughing.

"Did I mention that she liked you?"

"Yea, I think you mentioned that!"

"Don't mistake what that kiss meant. Once you realize that being in bed with her isn't against any of your principles, she will be ready, willing, and extremely able!"

"But she's a student."

"Actually no she's not. She works for me; she was on campus for me. So is Danny if your tastes run that way. She's just giving JJ room to run. Neither of my girls there are shy about what they want!"

Tom shook his head to clear it again. This was all coming so fast and so furiously at him. "So your advice on JJ is to let it happen?"

Jayne slid even close and put a thigh across his. "I wouldn't exactly say that. I am interested, too! You are a very handsome and very sexy man. I am surprised some sexy little co-ed hasn't gotten you in trouble before now."

Jayne ended that by kissing him herself. Her kiss was so much different than JJ's, not the blaze of fire, but a steady flame of passion. Her lips weren't as soft, but they were even more mobile and in a moment she was in his lap as the kiss went well past where JJ had left him!

He was no longer stunned and the freedom he felt was surprising. Jayne was an incredible woman and he felt amazing! She stood and took his hand without a word and led him up the half flight of stairs to the bedroom area. There were some noises from one of the rooms so she touched her finger to her lips and then quietly opened the door.

The image before him was stunning and proved that JJ had touched Danny's ass, only this time it was much more erotic! Danny was lying on the bed, on her back. JJ was on top of her, with her head pressed to Danny's pussy while JJ's blond hair blocked the view of what she was doing to elicit such sexy noises from Danny. Jayne stood in front of him, and she felt him stir against her hip. She shifted and pressed her rear into him. She felt his hands touch her waist and pull her tighter against him. Then she pushed him back out in the hallway, toward her bedroom.

She sat him down on the edge of her bed. Then stood and undressed for him. His hands reached out to stroke her skin with no hesitation. She realized that in his heart, he was no longer married. His wife's betrayal was more than enough. She marveled at this man before her, his implicit honesty, his absolute integrity. He would have stayed married no matter what! Jayne had no idea what had passed to send his wife looking for a way out, but in many ways she was thankful. She also realized this man would have given his wife a divorce and probably given her nearly anything she had asked for, but she had gotten greedy and projected her actions onto him. How did the two of them get together? No, the question was more how poorly she knew her husband, because she certainly didn't understand him.

The thoughts took a back seat to a rising passion. His hands were exploring her body, mature hands, experienced hands, hands that weren't in the least afraid to touch her. She loved his touch! A small part of her was nervous. She knew her body, while in excellent shape for being in her forties, didn't hold a candle to JJ or Danny -- especially to Danny. But he showed no pause, no second thoughts, no wishing to be anywhere but where he was. His lips found her nipple as his hands fondled her ass and pulled her closer.

She pulled at his still buttoned shirt, yanking it over his head, and . . . and it got stuck! They both couldn't help it, they started laughing. The laughter felt amazing, almost cathartic. By the time they got appropriately naked, they were both much more in sync with each other.

She pulled him to his feet, slipped into his arms and the two of them started dancing to a gentle tune no one else could hear. At the end of the mental song, he guided her back onto the bed and lay on top of her, slipping inside easily. The dance continued, although this one more earthy than ethereal. She hooked her legs behind his knees and her arms pulled him down on her. She needed to feel him, not have him on his elbows.

The dance got faster, her breathing matched his. They kissed deeply and then she cried out in orgasm, but it was just a precursor. The next shock traveled through her body and she felt so incredible, so alive. The third shock caught her by surprise and her scream echoed around the room. She felt him convulse slightly and she pushed him up, rolling over under his arms. His slick cock rested in between her cheeks and he came on her back. She rubbed her clit as the first cum hit her skin, a warmth she loved! By the time he was done, she orgasmed a fourth time, and the aftershocks rumbled through her body.

He was also a considerate lover, getting a towel from the bathroom down the hall, where he met Danny.

"Hi, Professor."

He felt strange being called 'Professor' by a naked girl while he was naked himself, so he said so.

"No! Until you are properly divorced JJ or I may be required to testify. So until then, you are the 'Professor', Professor."

"And Jayne?"

"Jayne won't have to testify, we have the recording for that." Then she stepped against him, taking his cock in her hand. "It will be challenging, especially for JJ, she wants you in the worst way. So you just think about that until you get through any hearings. The carrot at the end of that stick is JJ, Jayne, and I in your bed at the same time."

She kissed his neck and felt his cock respond. Then she licked her hand. "Don't miss out, Jayne is delicious."

o0o

Six months later, Professor Thomas R. Trung, dressed in his newest suit, sat on one side of the courtroom in his divorce hearing. Try as he might, his soon-to-be ex-wife wouldn't agree to anything in the way of a settlement. He started as fairly as he could, but nothing was ever enough. Today was the result. He originally tried to just end things, but when she refused settlement after settlement he found himself losing any sympathy for her at all! At one time he would have hated what he was about to do, but she proved herself worthy of nothing less!

"State your name."

The small professionally dressed blond woman looked much older than Tom had ever seen her. She replied, "Jessica J. Swartmoor."

Tom glanced at his soon-to-be-ex as JJ answered the next question.

"Where are you employed?"

"I am a licensed and bonded private investigator working for the WIN Investigative Service."

At that announcement, Tom saw his soon-to-be-ex look at JJ in surprise. Then she started whispering wildly to her current boyfriend, also known as her divorce attorney. Little did she realize it was too late for that!

"And what is WIN?"

"WIN is the "Women In Need" Investigative Service. We assist women in various situations to extricate themselves before something permanent happens."

"Something permanent?"

"For example a woman in an abusive relationship, we assist them in getting out of it, preferably with their dignity and appropriate support levels intact. We do our best to get them out before any further abuse or death result."

"You're Honor!" Tom smiled to himself as the shoe finally hit the floor and his soon-to-be ex’s attorney tried to interrupt.

"Yes, Counselor?"

"We would like the request a continuance to properly prepare for this witness."

The judge looked down at his papers for a moment. "I'm sorry, Counselor, but this witness has been on the list since the papers were filed. You have received all the continuances you have asked for previously. I am not inclined to give you time to do something you should have taken care of by now. So your request is denied unless you have some extenuating circumstances."

"Your Honor, my client has just revealed some information about this witness she hadn't associated with this particular person."

The judge again looked at his paperwork. "I'm sorry. Counselor, all the witness did was state her name and the company she works for, that information was on the witness list. If there is something your client failed to disclose to you, that is an issue between you two. I am not wasting this court's time because of it. If something specific comes to light and I feel you need more time, I will consider a continuance at that point."

"But you're Honor . . ."

"Sit down, Counselor!"

He sat; there was little he could do.

No one noticed the woman in the back of the courtroom who intensely watched as Tom's wife, whom she privately thought of as "the Harpy," start whispering again.

“Now Miss Swartmoor, are you acquainted with either of the principles in this case?"

Before she could answer the attorney interrupted again. "Your Honor, I have just been informed that my client now wishes to settle for the last offer made by her husband."

Again the judge looked down at his papers. "I'm sorry once again, Counselor. When your client refused that offer, it was withdrawn. Unless Professor Trung wishes to make that offer again, you cannot accept it," the judge addressed Tom's lawyer, "Ms. Jamison, does your client wish to make that settlement offer to Mrs. Trung again?"

Tom and his attorney spoke for a moment. His attorney replied. "No Your Honor, that offer is off the table. However, he offers this. When Professor Trung made his first settlement offer, Mrs. Trung replied with a counteroffer, one she described as 'perfectly acceptable and fair'. The Professor is now making her that offer."

The judge replied before Mrs. Trung's lawyer had a chance. "As I recall that offer was quite inferior to the ones offered by your client."

"It was, and in the interest in saving the Court time, he is willing to make that offer back to her, since it was she who originated it. When she made that offer she described it as "perfectly acceptable and fair".

The judge turned toward Mrs. Trung and her lawyer. "Counselor, there is an offer for settlement; one which you should already be familiar with the details, only in reverse. Does your client wish to accept that offer, or shall the hearing continue?"

"That is an unreasonable offer, Your Honor."

"It may be unreasonable to you, but when Professor Trung made an offer of pretty much a 50% spilt, your client responded with this counter, which was much closer to a 90-10 spilt. Your client did call it acceptable and fair and claimed it was perfectly adequate to live on. Now you have that same offer in front of you and no others, 90% for the professor and 10% for Mrs. Trung. Let's not go back through the whole history. You may have 15 minutes to confer with your client. Before you go confer, I find it very interesting that WIN, a group that always sides with women is appearing here on behalf of Professor Trung. Advise your client of that."

He rapped his gavel and announced a fifteen-minute recess.

The quarter-hour went very quickly. When they came back, everyone noticed the flush to Mrs. Trung's face and the obvious anger in her lawyer's.

After the court was called back into session, "Counselor, your client's decision?"

"Against my advice, my client is asking one more time for the previous last offer made by her husband."

"Already rejected, your Honor!" announced Tom's lawyer.

Her lawyer sat down and when Ms. Jamison stood to begin questioning JJ again, Mrs. Trung called out that she would take the offer. For a second everyone in the courtroom froze, even the Judge.

"Mr. Jewison, please advise your client about the consequences of her statement."

They confer and he stands. "She accepts the settlement offer."

The judge looks at her, then over at JJ. Then while making an apparent glance over the courtroom he pauses ever so slightly on the woman sitting in the back. Then he hits his gavel one more time. "Then we are adjourned. Don't screw this up. The offer was made and accepted. If either of you changes your mind I will be a very unhappy Judge!"

An hour later Tom Trung sat in the same courtroom with only his lawyer, JJ, and the Judge. Mrs. Trung and her lawyer/boyfriend had previously left in a hurry. He to prepare the appropriate paperwork freeing Tom of his wife and the look on his face boded ill for the two of them and their continued relationship. The only other person in the courtroom was one woman, sitting in the back, in dark glasses and a hat covering her hair.

"Jayne, don't think I didn't see you hiding in the back. Those glasses and that crummy hat can't hide you." The judge called out. "All of you, in my chambers now!"

In a much more relaxed setting, the Judge shook his head as he watched the DVD of Mrs. Trung lying through her teeth to Jayne.

"I can see why she capitulated so quickly. I would have ruled much more heavily against her, and even thought about libel/slander charges against her. I have to assume by your presence and your agent here that the Professor is none of the things indicated?"

"You're right! JJ here tried her best and even went a little overboard in my opinion. And while our cameras showed how tempted he was, Tom here stayed the course."

"Tom is it? That explains what you are doing here."

Jayne blushed at that.

"Professor, when I saw Jayne come in, I figured which way this was going to go. You aren't the first husband to try and get railroaded in a divorce. But you got lucky. Jayne and her WIN group are honest! If your wife had gone to other places, they might have just walked away or even tried to fabricate evidence."

"So now I have one question for you, Tom."

"Yes, you’re Honor?"

"Once your divorce is final, are you going to make an honest woman of my daughter Jayne?"