C11 Eleven

Thomas's POV:

It's such a quiet Saturday night.

After trying to shake off that pack of ravenous girls yesterday I figured a restful night in could do me a lot of good.

"Come on Professor no one has to know"

"Please, Dr. Crane, we have so much in common"

The memories make me want to drink.

How can young girls be so vulgar now a days?

I pour myself a single glass of whiskey and sit down