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Danny received Brodie's text. He didn't recall seeing a computer at the lodge bone-a-thon, and he was fairly certain Brodie didn't know how to program anything. Still, when Brodie beckoned, Danny came (ba dum bump) and, regardless, Danny enjoyed geeks and GeekCon.

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"I told the version of you that existed in that Plane," Danny replied. "Then you bent me over a desk and fucked me and it was the safest I've ever felt except when I am here with here's version of you.

Danny kissed 💋 Bear.

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"The monsters you are talking about existed only in books, television shows, or movies," Danny continued.

"I know you said you didn't want to talk about what happened to you in the other Plane, but if you ever do, I'm always ready to listen," Bear comforted, looking deeply into Danny's eyes.

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"They ARE real," Bear insisted. "Werewolves, vampires, witches, and mermen. Miserable creatures, all of them. Didn't you have monsters where you are from?"

"Yes, but where I am from, all the monsters were other Sims," Danny replied.

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"Whatcha watching," Bear asked, sitting next to Danny.

"Just a werewolf movie."

"Ugh, terrible beasts, really," Bear dismissed, shaking his head. "They kill animals on farms from time to time."

"You talk about them as though they're real," Danny scoffed.

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Danny found a werewolf movie to watch on television. Despite everything he had been through on the Material Plane, horror was still his second favorite 'go to' for entertainment. His favorite, of course, was dick 🍆 😛!

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"Oh, you better believe there's a power imbalance," Thatcher growled softly as he leaned in to David. "But, I'm not a Professor. I'm a VISITING Professor. So, what is the UBrite administration going to do, send me back to Windenburg? That's where I'm going at semester's end, anyway."

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"Consent," David pondered quizzically, before realizing what Thatcher was talking about. "I don't know. Do you think UBrite's policy allows students to give consent to Professors? There's a power imbalance."

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"Whoa! Sorry, Professor Wolff," David apologized as he woke up. "I guess Scotch is a little stronger than keg juice."

"How are you feeling," Thatcher asked. "Do you feel like you're able to consent?"

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Thatcher poured himself a drink while he waited for David to wake up.

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A novice drinker, David overestimated his ability to handle aged Scotch. Don't get it twisted. Professor Wolff doesn't have to ply his students with booze.

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"Help yourself to whatever you want from the bar," Thatcher offered.

David poured himself a smoky aged Scotch.

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"Back to your place," David repeated excitedly, almost unable to believe the ease of his good fortune. "I'd ❤ to!"

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"More like infamous, really," Thatcher continued. "My ancestor undoubtedly fanned the flames of hysteria for werewolves and witches in those times. Deeply misunderstood creatures. But, we are not our ancestors' crimes. Say, would you like to get out of here and go back to my place for a REAL drink?"

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"Wow! So you're, like, from a famous family," David enthused.

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"Well, it's in my blood, literally," Thatcher explained. "One of my ancestors was the great werewolf hunter of Windenburg. He brought the werewolf, Pierre Bourgot, to trial for his slayings. Then several other werewolves to trial or the gallows after that."