Here is an excerpt from Eve Lopez’ Novel, Sex, Drugs and Psychiatric Wards. This is reprinted with permission from the author. Enjoy, and make sure to read all the way to the bottom!
From the Chapter “It’s a Question of Ethics”
One night, I went to one of the bars that Joy and I frequented. I sat alone at a table next to two guys and before long, they’d invited me to join them.
We drank beers and I asked them what they were studying.
One of them said, “Well, I’m done with the studying part. I’m teaching now. My friend just came up from San Francisco to visit for the weekend.”
“You’re a teacher?” I said. I was surprised. “Do you teach at the high school or something?”
“No, I’m a professor at the university,” he said.
“What? Creekview State?”
He looked amused. “Yes. I’m a philosophy professor.”
“I didn’t know professors came to this bar,” I said. “I’ve never seen any here before.”
“Well, there are definitely unspoken ‘rules’ about where we’re supposed to go,” he said.
He was kind of cute. He had bright eyes, a nice smile, a short beard.
I asked him where he lived, and was surprised when he told me he lived in one of the student areas off-campus.
“I only live here during the week,” he explained. “On the weekends, I usually go to my place in San Francisco.”
“It’s kind of a long drive,” I said.
“It’s worth it,” he told me. “Just to … you know.”
“Yeah. I know,” I said.
At closing time, he asked if I wanted to come and see his place.
He lived in typical student housing – two rooms in a split-up Victorian.
He came over to me and kissed me, and I kissed him back. Robotically. Just going through the motions.
After we had sex, he said, “You know this is just a fling, right?”
I couldn’t see his face in the dark. And I was glad he couldn’t see mine.
“Sure,” I said.
“And, you know, this isn’t really the type of thing we should … talk about,” he said.
“What do you mean? Who cares? You’re not my professor.”
“Yes, but we’re expected to hold certain standards. I mean, I teach an ethics class. It’s a question of ethics.”
I got up from the bed, and started pulling on my clothes.
“A question of ethics,” I repeated.
And then I started to laugh.
I couldn’t help it.
I laughed as I put on my shoes, and laughed as I walked out of his apartment, and I was still laughing as I walked down the street on my way home, except by the time I got to my apartment, I was crying.
You know this is just a fling, right?
It’s a question of ethics.
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