Ben considered the three stories of glass and logs as he hiked down the small slope and cynically remembered what it felt like to be nothing but a professor at the entry university level, teaching wide-eyed freshman sociology and psychology. It had sucked, actually. Little money, lackluster lectures to mostly mediocre students who took his classes to fill up slots in their electives, assuming it would be easy…damn, he did not miss that at all. The first book hadn’t sold well. He’d wanted to address the psychological aspects of the basics needs of human beings, the primary one being nourishment. Why do some people overeat, dislike certain foods, what are the dynamics of the family meal, and so forth. The mediocre response was disappointing, and the second book did only a little better, concentrating on the impact of sleep disorders. The third, however, so well timed for the market, was a smash. Slap the title sex on anything, he’d discovered, and it tended to make people part with their money.
