A Class in Cover-Up
This is such a beautiful campus. I love that you can smell the ocean and I even love the wind. I wish Starsky was here to enjoy it with me but he’s shacked up with that cat- woman. I don’t blame him, though- she’s exotic and sensuous, has great legs, and she sells expensive cars. What man wouldn’t want that? I wish I could go back to bed and start this week over, but here I am alone, trying to solve a murder when all I can think about is Starsky. Don’t get me wrong- normally this would be my kind of case. It has mimes, murder, lipstick on a cigarette, and now possibly a professor involved. This is a case where I can use my intellect more than my muscle and I like that, but honestly, all I can think of is Starsky.
Starsky was wearing my white jacket when I went over to his place this morning and I wondered if it was because he wanted me there with him or because it smelled like me. If I asked Starsky, he probably would have told me it was because I left it on the coat rack and it was long enough to cover his butt and his overly endowed assets. But I should really ask myself why I was wearing Starsky’s green army jacket with his name on it? Obviously, I look good in this shade of green and because I am undercover, people will believe that a guy my age is going back on the GI Bill after being in the army- yeah, that’s it!
Then why am I walking around with my book covering my hard-on? I just saw a young college girl with huge…no, I have a big dick and it just looks like I have a boner- oh, try again Hutchinson and this time tell the truth. No! I can’t think about this right now! I have a case to solve and I must be on top of my game, even though I would rather be on top of…no!
Here it is, Room 365, Professor Gage, Class in Crime. I think I could teach him a thing or two, especially about lying and being undercover. Lately, I am undercover 24 hours a day as a man who is not supposed to be attracted to his partner and who doesn’t secretly wear his clothes so I can smell him on me and feel him next to me.
Well, it’s show time, Hutchinson. Time to shove all these thoughts to the back of your mind where they need to stay.
“Sorry I’m late.”
Thanks Regina for the edit!