Cheating in the Name of Science? Enjoy Prison!

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I came home early from my academic fellowship abroad.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I didn't find a welcoming surprise. Instead, I saw my professor husband, Julian Vance, conducting a "hands-on anatomy lesson" with his favorite female graduate student.

"Mrs. Vance, please don't get the wrong idea,"

The girl, wrapped only in our bedsheets, stammered, "Professor Vance was just... helping me with my thesis data. He was personally guiding me..."