them do the majority of the work. Shawn’s duties extended only to overseeing their research of his proposal outline. The topic was ‘drug use among college students’ and it was then narrowed down to “The Effects of Drugs in the Application of Academia.” The first student went over method’s analysis, the second student was going over hundreds of pages of scholarly reviews, and the third student was to gather other students to interview.
Shawn wanted the research to go by a bit quicker so he rounded up students from his classes. Before he began a lecture, or rather a class discussion, he offered his students, age 18-28, the chance to take part in research interviews as extra credit for his class. Nearly everyone in that age group wanted to be a part of the interview process. In order to give them enough time to be interviewed, he cancelled the following week’s classes. That announcement was followed by cheers.
Friday evening arrived speedily. Shawn dressed in his favorite dark sweater vest while Lauren starched his pinstripe pants and shirt. Before he left with his briefcase, he addressed Lauren and Jessica.
“Girls, I was wondering, ah…” he said before being cut off.
“You were wondering if we’d leave again this weekend?” Lauren asked.
“No, the exact opposite, in fact,” he told them to their sheer delight. “Feel free to leave for now but I’ll be back around eleven tonight. I’m going to bring a guest and we can have a little fun if you like.”
“That would be awesome,” Jessica said.
“Are we still on for the Saturday party?” Lauren asked.
“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed.
Shawn arrived at the Wilmot Country Club with his briefcase in one hand and his official Wilmot sports coat in the other. A valet greeted him and when he made it into the reception area, Shawn saw Michelle waving to him enthusiastically.
“Hi Michelle,” he greeted her as he approached the front desk.
“Hello Shawn. Or should I say, Dr. Stevens?” she smiled.
“Just Shawn, of course.”
“I had great time at your place last weekend.”
“Yeah, about that Michelle. I was wondering if you’d like to return?”
“Tonight?”
“Absolutely.”
“Do you have more blow in that briefcase?”
“I’ll make sure I’ll save you some,” he winked.
“Great! I’ll see you later tonight then.”
He made his way through the various halls and was exuberantly greeted with the title of doctor by all of his new clients and comrades. He mingled throughout the fancy billiards room and spotted Dr. Daniels an hour later in the wine tasting room. She and several other club members were popping open bottles of twenty and thirty year old wines from the south of France.
“Shawn!” she shouted.
“Hello Laura,” he waved in return.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Laura told the people around her, “This is Dr. Stevens. I’m sure some of you know him by now.”
Among the group at the table, Shawn recognized two of the people as clients who purchased contraband from him the previous weekend. They gleamed in a manner that suggested their patronage to Shawn’s illegal entrepreneurship was far from over. One of them passed him a glass of wine. He finished it in one gulp, raised them an eyebrow, and turned to leave.
“Shawn, wait!” Dr. Daniels called out.
He turned around and Dr. Daniels joined him outside of the wine tasting room.
“How much do you plan on selling tonight?” she asked.
“I don’t know. If I continue to charge twice the rate I paid for it, maybe another $30,000 tonight. And of course you’re going to get your ten percent. Fret not.”
“Great… And Shawn, don’t forget. The Wilmot Golf Tournament begins next Saturday, a week from tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I know,” he told her.
“That means you better stock pile on that white pony by then. The Tournament is going to bring in huge business.”
“Good call. I’ll leave on Friday, be back on Saturday.”
“Alright, now get to
Shawn wanted the research to go by a bit quicker so he rounded up students from his classes. Before he began a lecture, or rather a class discussion, he offered his students, age 18-28, the chance to take part in research interviews as extra credit for his class. Nearly everyone in that age group wanted to be a part of the interview process. In order to give them enough time to be interviewed, he cancelled the following week’s classes. That announcement was followed by cheers.
Friday evening arrived speedily. Shawn dressed in his favorite dark sweater vest while Lauren starched his pinstripe pants and shirt. Before he left with his briefcase, he addressed Lauren and Jessica.
“Girls, I was wondering, ah…” he said before being cut off.
“You were wondering if we’d leave again this weekend?” Lauren asked.
“No, the exact opposite, in fact,” he told them to their sheer delight. “Feel free to leave for now but I’ll be back around eleven tonight. I’m going to bring a guest and we can have a little fun if you like.”
“That would be awesome,” Jessica said.
“Are we still on for the Saturday party?” Lauren asked.
“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed.
Shawn arrived at the Wilmot Country Club with his briefcase in one hand and his official Wilmot sports coat in the other. A valet greeted him and when he made it into the reception area, Shawn saw Michelle waving to him enthusiastically.
“Hi Michelle,” he greeted her as he approached the front desk.
“Hello Shawn. Or should I say, Dr. Stevens?” she smiled.
“Just Shawn, of course.”
“I had great time at your place last weekend.”
“Yeah, about that Michelle. I was wondering if you’d like to return?”
“Tonight?”
“Absolutely.”
“Do you have more blow in that briefcase?”
“I’ll make sure I’ll save you some,” he winked.
“Great! I’ll see you later tonight then.”
He made his way through the various halls and was exuberantly greeted with the title of doctor by all of his new clients and comrades. He mingled throughout the fancy billiards room and spotted Dr. Daniels an hour later in the wine tasting room. She and several other club members were popping open bottles of twenty and thirty year old wines from the south of France.
“Shawn!” she shouted.
“Hello Laura,” he waved in return.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Laura told the people around her, “This is Dr. Stevens. I’m sure some of you know him by now.”
Among the group at the table, Shawn recognized two of the people as clients who purchased contraband from him the previous weekend. They gleamed in a manner that suggested their patronage to Shawn’s illegal entrepreneurship was far from over. One of them passed him a glass of wine. He finished it in one gulp, raised them an eyebrow, and turned to leave.
“Shawn, wait!” Dr. Daniels called out.
He turned around and Dr. Daniels joined him outside of the wine tasting room.
“How much do you plan on selling tonight?” she asked.
“I don’t know. If I continue to charge twice the rate I paid for it, maybe another $30,000 tonight. And of course you’re going to get your ten percent. Fret not.”
“Great… And Shawn, don’t forget. The Wilmot Golf Tournament begins next Saturday, a week from tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I know,” he told her.
“That means you better stock pile on that white pony by then. The Tournament is going to bring in huge business.”
“Good call. I’ll leave on Friday, be back on Saturday.”
“Alright, now get to
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