It wasn't until they left the study room that the full weight of Annie's confession hit Jeff. Most likely his brain didn't want to process it, so he focused on other things at the time he heard it, like his own confession and comforting Shirley in regards to hers. But after he had left the room and walked away from the others it hit him like a freight train, to the point where he had to stop and lean against the wall because he felt so sick to his stomach.

A bevy of emotions hit him one right after another. A deep feeling of nausea that this had happened to Annie. Sadness and disappointment that she felt she had to result to doing such an act just for a grade. But most of all he felt angry. Angry that she allowed this to be done to her, but even greater anger towards the creep who touched her. He was a teacher and had taken advantage of a student. Even if Annie wasn't exactly a child, he was still someone who had authority over her. And he used that authority to get his sick pleasures.

Before he had time to think about what he was doing Jeff marched in the direction of Professor Cornwallis's office. Once he arrived he threw the door open, revealing the old man quietly grading papers. "What in the world?" the professor said in shock as Jeff closed the door. "Can I help you with something young man? Or is barging into a professor's office just another eccentricity one should expect at this school?"

Jeff flexed his fingers as he walked towards the scumbag. While he wasn't normally a violent person, he longed to hit the man for what he did. But somehow the voice of reason in his head (which strangely sounded like the person he was defending) told him that if he hit the man he would be expelled. And that Cornwallis seemed like the type of man who would try and make trouble for him. So he forced himself to stand in front of the man and simply say, "How could you?"

"I'm afraid you're going to have to be a tad more specific."

"How could you do that to her? Touch her like that?"

"Now look," Cornwallis said as he got up and held his hands up defensively. "I know what you may be thinking, but I swear it was completely consensual. We all have needs, and she is a rather attractive bird, even if she's dumb as a bag of bricks." Just as Jeff almost punched Cornwallis on principal for insulting Annie the professor said in disbelief, "I mean really, what kind of a sodding bint spells their name with a QU instead of a K?"

"What?" Jeff said in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Annie Edison!"

Relief washed over Cornwallis's face as he visibly relaxed. "Oh, I thought you were talking about that girl Quendr- it doesn't matter." He smiled rather unpleasantly as he began to piece together why Jeff was in his office. "So, I surmise you're here because she told you about our little, shall we say, quid pro quo."

"You mean when you sexually violated my friend."

"First of all, I should point out that men don't usually get this jealous over a woman they simply see as a friend. And second, as I'll say again this time, she and I were both consenting adults on the matter. Okay, maybe some coercion took place, but I wouldn't say it as baldly as you phrased it."

"You're a teacher!" Jeff yelled as he felt his hands shake with anger. "And you convinced her to let you touch her feet just so you wouldn't fail her."

Jeff's anger increased even more so as Cornwallis began to laugh. "Fail her? Is that what she told you? That girl is one of the brightest minds I've ever taught. She might be a little too dependent on academic theory, but she's still smarter than most of the souls I've tried to impart knowledge on. Fail her, that's a joke. The only reason she received an A- on her last paper was because I used a higher standard in her grading then with the rest of my students."

Jeff felt some of his anger morph into confusion as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. "So she wasn't failing…then why did she…?" He felt himself gag at the thought that this might have happened because she was actually attracted to the perverted old man.

"I thought you might have been able to guess the answer, but I see I'll have to spell it out for you," Cornwallis replied smugly. "My rendezvous with Miss. Edison occurred because of you, Mr. Winger."

"What?" Jeff said as cold shock took hold of him.

"She was never the one in danger of failing. You were. So to spare you the waste of taking my class next year, the two of us struck a deal. If she allowed me to give her a simple little foot rub, I would pass you. So before you come barging in here and accusing me of being some sort of deviant, just know that if not for you this would not have occurred." He smiled as he picked up a mug of tea from his desk and toasted Jeff.

Jeff breathed rapidly as he literally saw red at what he was hearing. He almost said 'fuck it' to the consequences and hit the smug pervert. But if he threw a punch, he wouldn't stop until the man was put on life support. Instead he knocked the mug out of his hand, where it smashed to a hundred pieces. Cornwallis stammered in anger as Jeff turned on his heels and stormed out to find the one person he needed to talk to right now.

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Jeff waited outside Annie's current class (grateful that no one else in the study group took it) until it was over. Once the door opened and people started filing out, he waited until Annie walked into the hallway. "Oh, hey Jeff."

"I need to talk to you. Right now." Before she could protest he took hold of her arm and led her towards the supply closet they sometimes gathered in.

"Jeff, what's going on?"

He didn't say anything to her until they were in the closet. Once the door was locked he turned around and said, "I need to talk to you about your confession."

"Jeff," Annie said as she sighed. "Can we not talk about it? It was bad enough telling you guys twice. Let's just forget it."

"First of all, that's not something that should just be ignored. And second, I know why you did it."

"I told you guys why. I wasn't doing well in the class and Cornwallis-."

"I know that's a lie Annie. I just saw Cornwallis and he told me why you did it. You let him touch your feet to keep me from failing."

The color drained from Annie's face as she processed what she had just heard. "He told you?"

"Yes Annie. He said you're doing great in his class and you let him touch you to keep me from failing."

She frowned as the gears in her head began turning, piecing together how little time passed from her telling her confession in the study room and Jeff finding out what actually happened. "Jeff, did you talk to Professor Cornwallis about this?"

"Yes!," Jeff yelled, for once not even bothering to try and deny his actions.

"Why did you do that?" she yelled back. "Do you have any idea what you've done? What did you say?"

"I confronted him about what he did to you and he said you did it to keep him from failing me. Is that right?"

"Yes, no, not exact…Jeff, it's a little more complicated than you think."

Jeff stiffened as he was overcome with equal parts terror and rage. "Wait, you're not…HIM?" Annie shuttered as Jeff yelled at her. "You're fooling around with him?! I thought you were better than that! Why would you degrade yourself with such a-."

"Stop it!" Annie yelled in such a deathly serious tone that Jeff immediately shut up. "I am not having sex with Professor Cornwallis. How could you even think that?"

"I never thought you would let guys touch you for a grade either, but here we are."

"Jeff, that's not why I did it. Okay, yes I let him touch my feet to keep him from failing you. But that's not the main reason I did it. I did it to save this school."

"What?" Jeff stammered out in complete confusion.

Annie walked over and made sure the door was locked before sitting down on a chair. Jeff absentmindedly did the same as she gathered herself. "All right, you have to promise that you'll hear me out when I tell you this, and that you will not say anything to anyone. Okay?" She waited for Jeff to give her an answer, but after a few seconds she decided to take him on his silence. "It all happened a few weeks ago…

"Now remember, read chapter nine and be prepared to talk about it next class. Participation is worth 25% of your final grade!" Professor Cornwallis yelled as everyone got up and left the class.

"How'd you do on the test Jeff?" Annie asked as they all gathered themselves. Not waiting for an answer she reached over and grabbed the paper from his desk.

"Hey, give me that." He grabbed the paper from her, but not before she saw the grade on it.

"Jeff, a 76 isn't that bad. You shouldn't hide it."

"Is that what'd you say if you got that grade?" Troy asked jokingly.

"She'd be upset, but I don't think she'd be devastated," Abed countered with.

"Yes, I got a passing grade. Big woop," Jeff said. He crumpled up his test paper and tossed it in the trash can, to the disappointment of Annie.

"You really should save all you're tests Jeff."

"Why?" He asked with a shrug. "I know what the grade is, why should I hold on to the paper?"

"Miss. Edison," Cornwallis called out as the group was walking out of the classroom. "Can I have a word with you?"

"Sure," Annie said as she came around and sat back down at her desk. She watched as Professor Cornwallis closed the door and came over to her. "Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all," he said as he stood over her. "I actually wanted to say how bright of a student you were. I've been teaching for a long time and I haven't met too many minds as bright as yours."

"Oh, thank you," Annie said with a smile.

"It's a shame not everyone in the class is doing as well as you are though. Like your friend Jeff."

Annie's smile turned into a frown as she heard that. "Jeff's not doing well? That can't be true. I just saw his last test and he got a 76. It's not the greatest grade, but it's not terrible."

"Unfortunately for Mr. Winger, test scores aren't the only way he's scored in my class," Cornwallis said condescendingly. "As I mentioned before, class participation is a big part of one's overall grade. And given how Mr. Winger spends most of my classes on his phone, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give him a zero on participating in class."

"A zero?" Annie said in disbelief.

"That's right. And given how his test and paper scores have been Cs and Ds, I don't think there's any way he won't receive a failing grade."

Annie sat there in shock, feeling very sad for Jeff. Even though she had been resentful of him wanting to graduate early, she didn't want him to have to stay here for an extra semester just for a single class. As she sat there she started wondering why Cornwallis was telling her this instead of Jeff. "Wait, why did you just tell me all this? Did you want me to tutor Jeff so he can pass?"

"Well actually, there is a way you can help Mr. Winger." He moved over to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You are a very attractive young woman."

"Thanks," she said uncertainly.

"And you happen to possess many pleasing attributes." She felt uncomfortable as his gaze wandered until he seemed to be looking at the floor. "Has anyone ever told you, you have very lovely feet?"

"No," she answered in a small voice.

"Well they are. Small, dainty, very smooth and perfectly shaped." Annie suddenly wished she had worn socks or stockings with her ballet flats as he continued. "I spent some time in Asia in my salad days, where feet are as erotically worshiped as breasts are here. Men find it very erotic to run their hands across a woman's feet there. I've seen many women with beautiful feet in my day. But yours might be the finest pair I've ever seen."

Annie inched back in her seat, wanting to stay as far away from Cornwallis as she could. She didn't like this conversation at all. The more he talked the more she felt less like a person and more like one of the sex dolls she used to see in Dildopolis. "I have to go now."

"But I thought we were discussing how you could help Mr. Winger with his grade problem." He leaned over her desk, making her feel almost trapped in her chair. "It's very simple actually. I'm just asking if I could give you a little foot rub. Nothing seedy or anything like that. Just a foot massage between friends. And in exchange for this small favor, I'll give Mr. Winger's class participation grade another look. See if I can find a way to raise it up to a passing level."

Annie's eyes blazed in anger at what she was hearing. He wanted her to essentially prostitute herself in order to save Jeff. It made her feel sick, and she was about to tell him that when there was a light knock on the door. Cornwallis put a finger to his lips before going over and opening the door. "Yes?"

"Professor?" Annie looked over and saw that it was a freshman girl she had seen around school. "Can I speak to you for a minute?"

"Yes, of course. Miss. Edison, if you'll wait outside we'll finish our conversation once I'm done with this."

Annie got up and walked quickly out of the room, fully intending on running as far away as she could. But just as she was about to she noticed that the door hadn't quite been closed all the way. Curious as to what was going on, she stayed to the side of the door, listening in on the conversation.

"Professor Cornwallis, this grade on my paper is totally unacceptable. I worked really hard on it. It's at least a B."

"It might have been a B in the eyes of other educators at this school. But to me it was D work. And you're lucky I was that generous."

"Do you know what a D will do to my GPA? I'm looking to transfer next year and this will really hurt me."

"Well, there might be a way we can work around this."

"Oh thank you Sir. I'll do anything. I'll rewrite the paper or do some extra credit-."

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind." Annie watched as he placed his hand on the girl's shoulder in the same way he had just done to her. "Why don't you come by my office later on this evening? We can discuss how you can get a good grade in my class."

Annie backed up from the door, feeling even sicker then she thought possible. He was manipulating that girl so he could touch her, or possibly do something even worse. And who knew how many other women he had done this to at school?

She wanted to run and tell someone so he could be stopped, but she didn't have any proof except her word, which might not be enough if it came down to her word against his. He was one of the few truly esteemed educators at Greendale and was looked up to by many. And despite her academic success, she was still known as one seventh of the 'Greendale Seven' who continually put out a lot of people at the school. Unless she could find others he had violated and convince them to come forward, she would need her own concrete proof if she wanted to take him down.

And just like she thought of how she could get that proof. It was crazy, and she wasn't sure if she could really do it. But it would prove he was a predator and give her something to back up her claim with.

She looked over as the door opened and the girl walked away looking none too happy. Seeing her, and thinking about what might happen to her, had Annie make her decision right then and there. She walked back inside, where Professor Cornwallis was leaning against his desk. "Anyway, as I was saying-."

"I'll do it."

"Really?" he exclaimed slyly.

"Yes. Just, give me an hour. I want to get ready."

"Very good. I like a pair of trotters that have been freshly washed and scrubbed. Why don't we meet in my office in one hour to fulfill our arrangement?"

Annie smiled at the man (which looked more like she was constipated) before quickly walking out of the room, having only an hour to get her plan into action.

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"Garrett, I need a favor," Annie quickly said as she burst into the AV room.

Garrett looked up from his television screen, appearing none too pleased at being interrupted. "I'm very busy. What is it?"

"I need to borrow a very tiny camera that can be hidden in an everyday object."

"Why?"

Annie's face blanked for a second before she quickly said, "I want to shoot some footage for a movie idea I have. And I'll get better reactions if people don't know they're being filmed."

Garrett sighed deeply before getting up and opening a supply cabinet. He pulled out a box and handed it to Annie. "All the objects in there have hidden cameras in them. Just plug in a cord and you can download it onto your computer. Normally you have to have permission to sign it out, but I'll let you borrow it if you do a favor for me."

"What is it?" Annie asked uncertainly.

"I'm directing a production of The Wizard of Oz next month and I need someone to play Toto."

"Um, okay, sure. Just do me a favor and don't tell Abed about any of this. I don't want him thinking I'm stealing his 'thing' or anything." She rooted through the box until she found a pin of a bronze squirrel, with the lens as the eye. She had Garrett show her how to work it before she left the room, one step closer to taking down Cornwallis.

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Annie stood outside his office door, taking deep breaths. It had seemed so easy in her head. Get Professor Cornwallis rubbing her feet on tape so she could use it as evidence when she exposed him. But now that it was actually time, she didn't know if she could go through with it. She was still letting him touch her. And what if he wanted to take it even further? She had a can of mace in her purse just in case, but still…

She thought about the young woman she had seen earlier, and who knows how many others he had violated. He had to be stopped. A few minutes of discomfort would end up saving many women in the school. She finally made her decision as she knocked on the door.

"Come in," she heard him say. She slipped inside his office, seeing him leer openly at her. "Ah, Miss. Edison. Would you be so kind as to lock the door?"

Annie tried to hide her gulp as she turned the lock, knowing there was no turning back now. She adjusted her sweater so the button was turned up enough to tape his face as she walked towards him. "So just to be clear Professor Cornwallis, our deal is I let you touch my feet in exchange for Jeff passing History?"

"That's the gist of it. Did you prepare yourself?"

"Yes," Annie lied, feeling slightly happy that she hadn't done anything to her feet during her allotted hour.

"Take a seat over there and take off your shoes," he said as he gestured to a chair next to his desk. She trembled slightly as she sat down and took her flats off. As he came over and knelt in front of her she readjusted her sweater, hoping she got it so the act was in frame.

As he ran his fingertips lightly over the tops of her feet Annie closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else but what was happening. She remembered when she was a kid and she would hear her parents fighting downstairs. She would block out the badness by imagining she was in a 'sea of knowledge'. An imaginary world where books filled every single area. Summoning her imagination Annie once again brought herself to that wonderful place, seeing it in her eyes and taking her out of what was happening at the moment.

She saw herself literally swimming in a sea of words and paper. And not her feet being grasped in rough cracked hands.

She heard the clickity clack of the knowledge train as it sped on by. And now his ragged breath as he panted in excitement.

She smelled the rich musty sent of old books. And not his fish and chips breath as he blew on her feet.

She felt the knowledge bird open its wings and embrace her in a cocoon of safety. And not his rough hands massaging her feet and toes.

"All right then." Annie opened her as she felt his hands leave her feet. He got to her feet, making no effort to hide how much he had enjoyed this act. "I'd say that's good enough."

Annie tried not to look at his erection as she quickly put her shoes back on and got up, ready to bolt. "So, that's it then. You're not going to fail Jeff now?"

"I'm a man of my word. And rest assured that your 'friend', will not have to worry about repeating my class. A deal's a deal. I'll see you in class Miss. Edison."

With that Annie unlocked the door and practically sprinted down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. Once inside she tore her shoes off and wet some paper towels. She began furiously scrubbing her feet, trying desperately not to cry at what she had allowed to happen. While she knew it would ultimately help others, she still felt dirty and sick inside.