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was my very first year to teach at a University, I suppose they saw me as very different, but I was only a few of years older than they were. William—William the third, that is—was studying theology that year and he became obsessed with the concept of the Madonna/Whore complex. It had been clear from day one that he was head-over-heels in love with Liza, hell we all were, even Stella idolized her and Stella was a loner, no other friends, no family that she ever mentioned. I know these things because Liza cautiously let me into their circle, I was enthralled by her beauty and her… mystique, so I tagged along on some of their adventures. William and Liza were excessively in love but as the months passed he decided the only way he could live was to “love without sex and have sex without love.” He grew more and more convinced that it was right to place Liza on the proverbial “pedestal of chastity and virtue” and use Stella for his sexual release. It was a horrible blow to Liza’s heart and her self-esteem, but William couldn’t see that, he thought she should feel honored.” The professor had been staring at his glass, twirling it in his fingers but he looked up and smiled a small, sad smile before continuing. “I was hopelessly in love with Liza by that time and although she was really, really heartbroken, I was ecstatic. Liza was an impulsive girl so she agreed to marry me if we could leave New Orleans and her injured pride behind. I had an offer to teach at Berkley so I was her ticket out. She never got over him or her feelings of insecurity, William had chosen Stella over her. As the years went by Liza used her beauty and charm to tantalize men and discard them. She never loved me, not for one second and I reacted poorly, I left my wife and daughter because of my own wounded pride. It was the worst mistake I ever made, leaving you, Allie.”
    “My father has always been crazy, then,” William said, food had been ordered and placed in front of them but they mostly picked at it as the story unfolded. “All this time, all those years of his neurotic yearning and dwelling in a fantasy world that practically destroyed our family— all because my father had some severely messed up idea of nice girls and purity. It’s almost a letdown, like there should’ve been some cosmic lightning-strike that kept them apart. However, I can say unequivocally that I’m not my father, I love Alaina and if I am allowed a second chance there’s no way I’ll fuck it up. Pardon my language, but I need to make the point perfectly clear.”
    “I’m done with dinner, and the past, and polite conversation,” Allie said, she stood up so fast the room tilted and her stomach churned. She grabbed the chair to steady herself and William was at her side in an instant, towering over her, tall and bulky with his muscled arms and chest straining his starched white shirt. The nausea passed and she felt such an urgent need for him, for the strength of his arms and the shelter of his wide, deep chest, for his secret, scandalous words of love and lust. She had every intention of asking her father if they could leave tomorrow, if he would carry her away from William Warfield just as he had done for Liza so many years before. But look how that had turned out, so many lives had been tainted because of a love gone wrong. She had a flash of realization that only she and William had survived intact, their parent’s unfortunate decisions had brought them together as if it were always meant to be, and to let that miracle go… well, it would just be another tragedy.
    “Allie, please sit down, you’ve had too much champagne and you barely touched your food,” William said.
    “She doesn’t eat enough, I told her that already. I’d say that’s your fault, Mr. Warfield,” her father said, but he wasn’t paying attention, a pretty, young waitress had caught his eye. “You’re crowning achievement— you were the first to break her heart and