Chapter 8

Major called Olivia a couple of days later and asked her about opening a business. What was needed and who did he have to talk to about doing it.

“What kind of business are you going to start?” she asked over her phone as the two of them talked.

“I don’t know what you call it, but I thought about teaching people around here the exercises that I do. It really clears the mind and gets the blood pumping in the morning.”

“Neat. That is a great idea. I don’t think anyone has done that around here. I’ll send you a list. Is there anything else that you need?”

“Yes, I can’t find your profile on the permissions app. I was thinking about asking you for a date one evening.”

“Oh, well, I am under contract to have a baby for a friend. So, I disabled it until after I gave birth. Then once I’m recovered, I’ll turn it back on and be available for a date.”

“Oh really. I didn’t know you were doing that.”

“Yes. The guy I’m having the baby for is a nice guy, and we’ve known each other for a while and since I’m getting older, my baby making years are quickly passing me by. So, I agreed to have a kid for him so that I can say that I did it. I have my career and I am not ready to give that up and be a stay at home mom. Not yet anyway.”

“Well good for you. I look forward to being with you afterward. Which reminds me, do you know any history teachers? I have some questions about the history of his world and the books I’m reading don’t fill in all the gaps.”

Olivia fell quiet for a minute thinking. She turned to her computer and Major could hear the keys on her keyboard clicking away. Once she found something, she gave him the name and number of a history professor that could be trusted. The professor was only an hour away. Major thanked her and hung up. He opened his email app and found the list that Olivia had sent him and the name of the professor of history at the Hartville Community College.

Major took a car to meet with Professor Benjamin Parker, professor of history. Major packed the library books into a bag and knocked on the professor’s door.

“Professor?”

“Yes. Come in. I was expecting you.” the elderly man said, getting up from behind his desk which was covered with papers and folders of all sorts. He was dressed in a light weight shirt and light pants that could easily be taken off when the need arose for intimate contact with a student or coworker.

“Projessor. I’m Major Digi-Heart, it is good to meet you and thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule.” Major said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Well my son, it is good to meet someone so interested in history.” Benjamin said, then motioned for Major to sit at the table and chairs in his office.