Chapter 12

Waking up early, I dressed in sweats and ran around the campus, sensing my way, and then returned to my dorm room. I showered, dressed, and went to the canteen for breakfast. While eating, I wondered what had happened to the agents from last night. I somehow knew I wouldn’t see them again. I finished breakfast, went to the computer lab, and started working on the laptops.

I finished the laptops and seven needed replacement. I wrote what was wrong on the ones I fixed, then went through the pile of desktop computers for disposal. I found one that was almost new. The power supply overheated due to a blocked air intake. It left a layer of soot all over the computer’s interior. I cleaned the interior using an electrical cleaner and replaced the power supply from another computer in the recycle pile.

After bench-testing it, I returned it to the pile for disposal. Then, I picked out a monitor, wireless keyboard, and mouse from the University’s parts supplier catalog and wrote down the order numbers. Professor Nancy Eden entered the lab and asked how I did on the laptops. I told her they were done, and seven needed replacement. Six of the remaining thirteen I fixed had viruses, and the other seven had driver and programming issues.

She said I thought it would take several days to go through that pile. I asked to take one of the desktops from the recycle heap to play with in my dorm room, and Nancy said to go ahead while reading my repair notes. She asked what’s this one that says, see me before returning. I powered up the laptop, opened the pictures folder, and asked her to view them. Nancy said oh my god, that’s Chancellor Lake’s wife and dog. I told her it got better and moved forward ten pictures. It showed Chancellor Lake jacking off while photographing his wife with their German Shepard. The mirror in their bedroom caught his reflection perfectly.

Nancy asked what she should do with the laptop, and I told her nothing if she liked her job. Return it through normal channels and say nothing to anyone. Little did she know I had copies of the pictures for insurance if the university tried to screw me over. Nancy said I was right, and I told her to avoid nighttime parties at their house. She laughed and punched me, then said I was done for the day. I gave her my order, picked up the desktop, said ruff, left, and could hear her laughing in the hallway. I went to my dorm room, dropped off the computer, and went to the canteen for a late lunch.

I texted Toni and asked what time she was picking me up. An hour later, there was no response, so I ordered Lyft. On the way home, I thought about the purpose of going to USC for two days. It was a waste of time for a part-time class and working in a lab. And it was a pain in the ass getting reliable transportation. Grandmother and Mom saw I was upset entering the kitchen and asked what had happened.

They agreed but offered a solution. Grandmother said you drive to USC on Tuesday after rush hour and return home on Wednesday before 3 p.m. Do your online coursework here during the week. If Professor Eden rejects your new scheduled test out of the class, wait until next semester to return to campus. I told them it wasn’t a schedule change as far as Professor Eden was concerned. I’ll try it for a month or two, but if lab work isn’t challenging, I’ll stop going until next semester.

We ate dinner, and Grandmother said they picked up Grandfather’s ashes and then shipped them to family in Vietnam. They will take care of the interment there. We also got the death certificate and will go to the bank tomorrow. Mom asked if I was going to Mrs. Davis tomorrow, and I told them I was but didn’t know when I’d be home. Grandmother said to keep aware because threats could still be out there.

We said goodnight, and I went to my room and practiced telekinesis, then sensed the area. Nothing was happening, so I went to bed. I fell asleep and felt a calming feeling radiating through my body. Work continued to be done internally, and I felt it from my head to my feet. Then, I went into a deep, relaxing sleep, and my dream started. I was in a conference room, and four men were reviewing file folders on the table.

Another man walked in, and I saw his ID on a lanyard. He was Tim Phillips, section chief of the CIA, and he asked the group what we had. One man said, as you know, Jackson and Hewitt contracted with Professor Jenkins to build a computer program for us. They paid Professor Jenkins 750k to start the project, and a month later, the Professor reported a problem. When asked to sign an NDA, his students quit en mass, but he had another option. A gifted student in his class could complete the project but needed to talk to his student on Monday to get his agreement.

Professor Jenkins told Jackson and Hewitt he would call them Monday morning after the meeting. They agreed but flew to LA to meet with the Professor in person. When the Professor didn’t call, they checked his office and found he was suspended. Then Jackson and Hewitt visited his apartment and planned a snatch-and-grab. They caught the Professor doing a runner, but he was injured, and they dumped him at an emergency room for treatment. That was the last communication we received from Jackson and Hewitt.

Tim Phillips said shit sat down, and the man continued his report. We made some discrete phone calls and found Professor Jenkins died within hours of getting treatment. Professor Jenkins’s office was cleaned out and reassigned to another Professor. The police are investigating Professor Jenkins’s death as a homicide and have his vehicle, apartment, and office contents locked down.

Jackson and Hewitt followed procedure, used aliases, paid cash, borrowed vehicles, and changed motels. The motel they sent their last report from was empty. Tim Phillips said we need to tie this operation off nice and neat. Change Professor Jenkins’s payment to a research grant, and the funds stayed at the University with his death. List Jackson and Hewitt as they failed to report for duty and wait for the police to do their investigation. When it’s done, let’s meet again and discuss our options, and my dream ended.

Waking up early on Thursday, I dressed in sweats and went to the gym. I worked out on the heavy bag and weights for an hour and then returned to my room feeling energized and pumped. After my shower, I dressed, went to the kitchen, and hugged and kissed Grandmother. We ate breakfast, and then I drove the Tahoe to Paula’s townhouse and arrived twenty minutes early.

I rang the doorbell, and Paula opened the door in a bathrobe. I said, reporting for work, ma’am, and she laughed, pulling me inside and to her bedroom. Paula said it’s good you’re early because I need this and pulled down my pants. When we finished, she had given me a blow job to completion and was passed out on the bed. I pulled out holding the rubber painted her face with my cum and put some on her clit. Paula seized up and came again, and then I went into the bathroom to flush the rubber. Seeing her lotion, I poured the rest of my cum in it, shook it up then flushed the rubber.