Poor professor Moore, meanwhile, did feel discomfort both when sitting and standing, not even mentioning walking. It was, of course, solely his fault, because he had allowed Jack to have this hot fun. Not only that, he caused it himself.
Now, as he stood in his office at the university and prepared for the lecture he was about to deliver, he was giving himself unrefined epithets. Kevin was a professor. He was even considered wise. He was praised both by the scientific community and by everyone else with whom he came into contact, yet he showed no wisdom at all that night. He knew what he was risking. No, that's an understatement. Moore knew perfectly well what his night games with Jack would end with, yet he rejected his good upbringing and education and let himself be completely carried away by the most primal desires.
That Jack Lambert ...
