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Erotic story leads to erotic encounters, I shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortably watching as my sister, Shelly read. She kept shaking her head and occasionally grunting in disgust. I resisted the urge to question her, to defend my statements as she made her way through the pages. Finally she finished the last page and slid the pile of papers back to me.

“Well,” I said, trying to read her expression.

She stared at me for a moment, her face unreadable. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table. It was unbearable and I finally broke.

“Come on, sis!” I said, placing my hands on the table and leaning toward her. “What do you think?”

“Well, uhm…” she started, her face finally showing some reaction. “The grammar is pretty good, and the punctuation should pass, but …”

“But what? This is half my grade, and if I don’t pass Mom will kill me!”

“She’d probably kill you if she read this paper.”

“Yeah, well that’s why I asked you to read it.”

“Gee, thanks. Just what I wanted to do, get a glimpse of your perverted mind. You could have warned me.”

“It’s not perverted, it’s erotic fiction!” I replied, only half believing it myself.

“Yeah try that argument on her and see how far it goes! Now explain to me again how this paper is supposed to go. I mean so far it just seems like fantasy writings of a pervert infatuated with his mom.”

I took a deep breath, trying not to get angry. I had worked hard on this paper, and I needed it to be great. Anything less and I’d probably fail the class. And I only had until Monday, just three days, until it was due.

“Okay! Professor Jones is on this erotic fiction kick. Apparently some of the first novels ever written were erotica. She posted a list of topics. Trust me, this was the tamest. I have to write a story and include all the problems that make it so taboo. Then I’m supposed to analyze them and show how the characters overcome the problems.”

I held out the paper with the list of topics on it. She grabbed it and looked it over, her face turning crimson as she read. She handed the paper back, then made as if to wipe her hands on her jeans.

“This professor is one sick individual. Remind me to never take any of his courses.” Shelly said, a hint of sympathy in her voice.

“It’s a she, and you’re right. She is sick. Mom said the same thing when I told her what I had to write about.” I replied.

“Wait a minute. You actually told mom you were writing a story about incest?” Shelly said, staring at me wide eyed.

“Well, uhm, I just said it was erotic fiction. She called such stories nothing but rubbish, and threatened to call the school. I didn’t dare tell her the details. She would have blown a gasket.”

“Well, you’ve got the description down, in every pornographic, if unbelievable detail” She said, turning her attention back to the paper,” but I don’t see you addressing the problems, much less analyzing how they overcome them.”

“It isn’t a term paper. The problems have to be integral to the story. That’s where I’m having the problem, showing how the difficulties present themselves, and what do you mean unbelievable?” I said, almost shouting.

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