The Learning Center

Dr. Charles Lassiter was staring at his twenty third Russian essay test of
the day, rethinking his future. As a professor at the exclusive Merrioak
Women's College he had thought he would be able to follow his two favorite
subjects with ease. The first was the mind, he was an acknowledged expert
in four separate fields dealing with the mind and its workings, ranging
from Neuro-chemical transmitters and their design and development, to the
use of Hypnotic and Mystical techniques in psychiatric care. The college
had virtually thrown money at him to entice him to come and add his
prestigious name to their staff.

His second great interest was females and sex in all its myriad forms. The
college setting had given him almost unlimited access to young female
partners. The pool of partners he had to choose from was generally a cut
above the average as the young women who attended this school were
invariably rich and rather well bred. The daughters of rich men with
beautiful wives tended to be beautiful in their own right. His study of
sex, and pleasure and pain had already taken him around the world. He had
learned techniques that could put a man or woman into a coma from pleasure.
He had discovered tribal secrets and combinations of chemicals that could
turn the average human into a nymphomaniac or satyr in an hour. He had also
studied the many varied methods of achieving domination or forcing
submission. He had used these methods to bring many women and a few men
under his control.

The inconsequential of daily life though interrupted his pursuits. In order
to maintain his teaching credentials he had agreed to teach one under-grad
course at Merrioak. His only stipulation was that it NOT be related to his
specialties. The Chancellor, who was a fawning toad, if truth be known, had
set him up with this Introduction to Russian course. His attempts to teach
these young women a language he had mastered in two weeks as a youth were
beginning to wear on him. His students seemed frightfully stupid. Unable to
learn the simplest syntax rules and apply them.

The female students in Dr. Lassiter's class were, for the most part
unconcerned by their lack of progress in what was to them a useless
language. Of the forty girls in the class, thirty-nine were there to see
the Prof. not to learn. The Professor was a fantasy wet dream come true to
many of these girls. He was 32, young enough, but mature too. He was tall
6'4", and powerfully built, he had short wavy brown hair with red
highlights, large hands, a slow seductive smile, dark almost black eyes,
and a mysterious presence that drew them like moths to the flame. His
reputation of taking young lovers and leaving them both happy and strangely
silent about their time with him, did nothing to reduce the desire most of
his students felt for him.

For most of them, it was just a challenge to see if they could capture the
great Dr. Lassiter for themselves. Each girl was sure she could twist, any
man, especially someone below them socially, around their fingers and then
leave him hanging. These girls were from the social elite. Each believed
she would be the next Ivana Trump or Jackie Onassis if she just, played the
right games with the right CEO, Power Broker, Despot or promising Tycoon.
Their charms were not for some Teacher, even if he was a sex god as was
rumored.

If the truth was to be known Dr. Lassiter was a bit of a socio-path. He
considered himself so intelligent that most people he met appeared to be of
some other race. He used and manipulated people to meet his own
intellectual and sexual pursuits. He wasn't concerned in the least about
their feelings or what they wanted for themselves. He could not conceive
that their puny lives actually meant much. He hid his spots though. He had
per fected his act to the point were no one on the campus even suspected
his lack of a conscience or normal morals.

He wasn't sure that most of the women at Merrioak were even capable of true
thought. This didn't stop him from luring the occasional debutante into a
date. Using drugs and hypnotic techniques he had learned, he would then
turn her into a little sex slave for his enjoyment. He discarded these toys
as soon as he tired of them. He knew to cover his tracks though. None of
his little playthings ever remembered any of the games he had play ed with
them, although most would be borderline nympho's for the rest of their
lives. He was happy with this situation but it was his studies that
concerned him most, the intellectual challenges. Only at the intellectual
level could he seem to find goals that he had to strive to conquer.

The one real intellectual joy of his position here was the opportunity to
work with Avengelyne Torr. Ms. Torr was as brilliant in the applied
sciences of the mind as he was the theoretical. Their discussions together
had led her to breakthroughs in the development of new drugs and treatments
for the insane. Her research and