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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Dominick "Papa" Pappas was a handsome, young photography teacher at Indiana University given to impulsive behavior and an overwhelming passion for his craft. Professor Bradley Louis taught philosophy at the college and had the reputation of being the sternest and most unsocial of all the teachers on campus. When Papa first laid eyes on Professor Louis it was love at first sight. Professor Louis was handsome, intelligent, and twenty years his senior. Papa approached him, but the professor turned away from his advances, claiming they had nothing in common and belonged to two different generations. Because of that he didn't think they had a chance to survive as a couple. Can Papa convince him otherwise or will Professor Louis' theory on May-December relationships prevail?
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: March 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [90 KB]
Words: 18718
Reading time: 53-74 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Dominick Pappas sat in Bob's Café, adjusting the lens on his camera and preparing to snap another picture of his plate. The large burger had several bites taken from it, and he rearranged the few fries that were around it for the third time, looking for just the right position. A waitress stopped at his table and replaced his watered-down Coke with a fresh one.

"Thanks, Deb," he said without looking up.

"Uh-huh," she replied, walking away.

He moved his attention to the new glass and stood to snap a few overview shots of the ice inside the glass. After a few more shots of his food at several different angles, he finally returned to his seat. As he took a sip from the well-photographed glass, he saw a man coming through the door.

Dominick's glass hovered in the air as he regarded the man. He moved smoothly across the room to stop at a table by the window. When the man was seated at the table, Dominick picked up his camera and quickly cleared off a few pictures, making room on his chip. Slowly he raised his camera to his eye.

The man's every movement was graceful and elegant. The camera loved him. Dominick snapped the picture and smiled. He could take pictures of this man all day. Gazing intently as the man removed his jacket and laid it on the back of the chair, Dominick snapped another picture as he straightened his bow tie.

The man's hand moved slowly down his chest as he smoothed out the vest that fit snugly around his torso. A soft moan rose from Dominick's chest as he studied the movement. He had large, strong looking hands. Dominick watched the left one remove a pair of skinny wire rimmed glasses from his vest pocket and place them on the bridge of his nose. A small smile touched Dominick's lips and he snapped another picture.

The waitress arrived at the man's table. Dominick couldn't hear what they were saying, but their conversation was quick and she left him with a glass of water when she walked away. Dominick adjusted his lens to zoom in on the man's face.

The man took a sip of water, then pulled a napkin from the dispenser. He wiped the water from his frosted beard and slowly licked his lips to moisten them. Dominick looked over the camera to watch and wondered if the man knew how sensual that movement was. Blinking a few times, he then returned to his camera just in time to catch the next lick of his lips on film.

The man's every movement hypnotized Dominick as he continued to snap pictures. He pulled the menu in front of him to make his movements more subtle as the man communicated with the waitress again. She returned once more with a small stainless steel teapot and a teacup. Dominick's heart raced anxiously as he waited for the dark blue cup to move closer to the man's white beard and mouth. Quick to capture the cup's progress, he prepared for the next shot. The cup continued slowly on its path to meet his lips. He waited patiently.

Just a few more seconds, almost in position...

"Papa, what the hell are you doing? You can't just take pictures of people without their consent," came an urgent whisper out of nowhere.

Startled by the voice, Dominick jerked the camera away. "Damn it, Ben. You made me lose the shot." He sat up and started flipping through his latest pictures.

"I told you before, man, you can't do that. This isn't that small college you used to work at. Everyone knew each other there and didn't mind when you walked around snapping pictures. They knew eventually it would end up in the paper somewhere and they would have their fifteen minutes of fame."

Pleased with the latest shot on his camera, he greeted his friend. "I'm having a great day, Ben. How are you today?"

"Papa, are you listening to me? Seriously, you have to stop snapping pictures of people you don't know, especially that guy. You don't want to be messing with him. Do you know who that is?"

Ben's uneasiness brought him away from his camera again. "No, do you?"