Sincerely,
Hole
P.S. Didn’t get a chance to talk about Eurovision because now there’s an argument about the ethics of Marxism and capitalism. What are your thoughts on socialism, btw?
“Economic principles cannotexistwithout notions of morality!” Cardigan screamed at Che Guevara Fangirl. “Morality is a primary marker of the human condition, and humans create economic principles, therefore they are intrinsically bound to morality!”
“Morality is a construct!”Fangirl screeched.
“Did anyone watch Eurovision this year?” Adonis said brightly, and the room went silent.
“I think that’s all for today,” said the beleaguered professor. He was sweating around his receding hairline.
Ecstatic at the early dismissal, Adonis hurried from the classroom, pulling his phone from his pocket. He texted Bash.
Adonis: I said something about Eurovision and the prof dismissed class early. You’re my hero.
Bash: Lucky you. How’s the hole?
Adonis: throbbing
Bash: History classes are in DeLacey, right?
Adonis: That’s right
Bash: Good. Go to the fourth floor, down the hallway past the Econ department offices. There is an unused lecture hall there. Go in, and in the back of the room, you will find an old book storage room. It should be unlocked. Go there.
Adonis: At what point do you tell me that I’m being murdered?
Bash: No murder. Just go there.
Adonis: Yes, sir.
Bash: I liked that.
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Adonis found the book room in the abandoned lecture hall just as Bash had suggested. Everything was unlocked. There was dust on the old lectern, and the chalkboard still had notes on it from the early aughts. It would be, Adonis reflected, a good place for a murder, if that’s what Bash had in mind.
The storage room was empty except for some old shelves and a filing cabinet. The filing cabinet was locked, and the shelves held three dusty binders and a stack of old textbooks. A torn, yellowed sheet of notebook paper sat on the floor.
Adonis kicked aside some dust and sat on the floor. He left the door to the storage room open so that he could see into the abandoned lecture hall.
He waited for ten minutes, and then the door to the lecture hall opened, and Bash stepped inside. He saw Adonis sitting in the storage room.
“I was not sure you’d be here,” he said. The hockey player’s voice made Adonis shiver.
“Well,” Adonis said quietly. “I have a bit of free time before my next class because this one got out early, thanks to your suggestion about Eurovision.”
Bash stepped further into the lecture hall. “Good job, following my instructions. I think that means you get a reward.”
Adonis’s pulse quickened. “Do I?”
“Yes, I think so.” Bash began to climb the shallow steps of the lecture hall. Afternoon light slanted through the windows, catching dust in the air and landing on Bash’s form. His erect cock made a shadow on his joggers.
“What’s my reward?” Adonis asked.
“You’ll see,” Bash said. He reached the closet and stepped inside. He shut the door behind him. It was dim, but not entirely dark, inside, thanks to a window in the door.
