Rita sat across from Dr. Lector, slightly intimidated. She was quiet in his class and couldn't understand why he invited her above all his other students.
They discussed many topics as they sipped wine and butternut squash soup. She had no idea he was such a good cook.
"Dr. Lecter, this is delicious."
"Call me Hannibal."
She got up nerve to ask him about Roger, his teaching assistant, who vanished one day without explanation. Truthfully, she was attracted to the young man.
"Ah yes, Roger. Quite an inquiring mind. Asked lots of questions. Let us say, he has moved on to greener pastures. I did notice you seemed to have a thing for him."
Rita blushed and nodded.
"What is our entree tonight, sir?"
He rose and smiled. "An unusual concoction, my dear, I'm sure you'll enjoy. Every tiny morsel."
He went into the kitchen. She could smell the aroma, and despite her best efforts, saliva filled her mouth.
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