A/N: I'm Insane... Just know this... I had dirty things pass through my mind and then this story came up. Enjoy
Professor Mills: A diary
What I'd Rather be doing
August 15
Storybrooke University… I can't even fathom that I, Regina Mills, have to waste my time at this tiny University in a podunk town in maine. Grant it, I just want tenure and here is the quickest way to get it. One year, I get Tenure. I just have to survive this year in order to become a tenured English professor. Once this happens I can focus on living my life the way I want.
Still… University of Miami would have been much more appealing… I needed the variety.
I started this Memoir because I am a writer. All I want to do is write, and the only reason I'd have sought a professorship, was because it would afford me the time to do just that. My best Friend Graham got his Tenure the year prior in the Psychology department. The university is young about six years, and is hungry for vibrant professors. That is where I come in. I am twenty seven. I'll have tenure by the time I am thirty and my PHD within the next year or so, and I can become Dean of my department in even less time If I can get myself settled.
I haven't yet received my course load, but I have learned that the tiny university has added close to 5,000 new students in all levels except Graduate Level.
I just moved into my place. It's immense. I had bought the home outright because I'd seen pictures online, and I liked them plus it was not very expensive. Only 200K so I just Reached into my inheritance and paid for it sight unseen thinking I'd have a lot of work ahead of myself while established myself in this little town.
It's much to big for just me alone. All of my things fit solely on the first floor of this home. I am what people call house poor. Too much house not enough things. Well I was not about to fill this place with things.
The thing was that no one had purposely moved into this town since the eighties. They have however moved out, as The University began to gain more and more admittants. It was a college town, in which parents who truly loved their children would send their wholesome boys and girls to keep them safe.
"Christ Regina, We could have so many wild parties in this house. You've got a Jacuzzi Tub in your en suite." Graham said as I unpacked my clothing. My bedroom was the most complete room in my massive home. I had about four guest rooms at this point which would be completely empty. Maybe I could put them to good use…
This is Maine though. I fail to see that the lack of a visual feast would quell the massive hunger I feel. My libido protests my decision to come to this god forsaken town. "I'm probably not going to want any parties here." I answered.
Sometimes I fear for my sanity, as my intellect is in a constant flux with my libido. I have a filthy mind, and Graham is absolutely no help in that situation. We met in college when he was my TA. He tried to hit on me until I told him I was gay. He was mortified and a little scared for his future, as I seemed to him, and I quote, "such a hard ass."
Truthfully he had been the only one in all four years that had paid any attention to me. So I quickly forgave him. Then he got me laid… many times, and that is why he is my best friend.
"Why not?"
"I am imagining the disappointing array of beauty in this town. Dull plain girls in heavy coats and sweaters." I stated. "Good mommy and Daddy's girls that are looking for the right boy to settle down with."
"I've had no problems getting laid the past two years." Graham said.
"You are also a man Graham." I said with a roll of my eyes, placing a box full of some of my favorite things deep inside my closet.
"Frankly, you would have a much easier time of it than me." Graham said. "How many times have I told you that College is when most girls experiment with their sexuality. Trust me… I have gotten you laid plenty as a student. Now that you're a professor… " he stopped and looked me over. "A smoking hot professor, at that. you should have no problem. Stop dressing like one of them, and dress like someone you would want to sleep with."
I plopped down on my bed and pulled my legs up hugging my knees. He was right, I still felt like one of them. I was thoroughly intimidated by my students. I had a week to find my power or they were going to eat me alive. "Okay."
A/N: Well It will get dirtier... so it is an M. what do you think? drop me a note.