The Drs. A--- Morrow and R--- Brown were both sprawled out on that Sumatran beach -- Dr. Morrow with a tall, so tall glass of iced coffee and Dr. Brown with his signature tobacco pipe -- under umbrellas, feet aimed at the ocean. Their tiny, brown, Islamic, Asian wives were out shopping.
They both were aware of what Dr. Wax was doing to that young prodigy during office hours. Dr. Brown was the first to really pick up on the situation: his gentle heart was overfull always with kindness. Dr. Morrow found the truth in a deep state of Japanese zen, arriving at it according to the proper protocols of the sacred science.
The sun had yet to reach its zenith. While bright, the beach was not yet truly hot. You won't really understand heat until you've lived in Indonesia, they were fond of mansplaining to their internet friends. The two professors frequently came to this beach, especially when their LBFMs were going shopping.
Dr. Morrow filed the paperwork first, with Dr. Brown as a witness. They had told the dean and escalated the claim all the way to the comptroller but were stonewalled at every step: Dr. Wax's connection to the Jewish cabal was a real one and the Aryan Brown and communistic atheist Morrow found themselves at an impasse.
Waves come in, waves go out. Boats sailing in the distance. Motorbikes somewhere roar together with the sea. The aroma of halal beef frying, rich in exotic herbs and spices, began to blow across the expat professors, which complimented well the smell of saltwater and Latakian pipesmoke. Not a single word was uttered by either professor. There was nothing left to say.
They decided to leave the university when they realized saving poor Abraham from the clutches of foul, wicked Dr. Wax would be impossible. Dewi and Putri, the two beautiful, innocent, sensual, yet wise maidens were immediately drawn to the professors as if under the effects of a spell. The two sisters were very good wives to these men who were destroyed by the AmeroJudaic system.
After they got the news of innocent Abraham's passing, Dr. Shii and Dr. 2kike found themselves back at that beach more and more. Their large-breasted, slim-waisted, brown-skinned CFNM hotwives knew these men were processing something too dastardly and foul to address with language. There was nothing that could have been done and nothing to do.
The sun continued to climb across that blue Sumatran sky. The waves came in, the waves came out. Gentle breezes came and went. Dr. Morrow would occasionally take breaks from gazing into the sea to sip his iced coffee. Smoke continued to escape from Dr. Brown's mouth at steady intervals. And so it would go on....
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