Paula's day was uneventful, lectures and study periods filled most of it, she was glad to get back to the flat to study in peace. The professor had left a note, ‘Gone out, back late.’ was all that it said. Paula sorted through the mail on the hall table and walked through into the lounge reading the first of her letters. She stopped suddenly, aware of the figure standing in the centre of the lounge, she gasped in sudden surprise."Come here Paula.” The professor ordered curtly."But I thought you were out!""Come here I said!” He almost shouted the words.Paula reluctantly put down her bag and letters and went to him."Face the patio doors!” he snapped.Paula sighed in silent annoyance and turned, displaying her impatience."I've already told you that I won't tolerate you wearing jeans.” His voice was firm and with a hint of anger."But I've just this minute walked in the door,” Paula answered sarcastically. The professor grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head back sharply close to his face."Don't argue with me bitch!”
