Chapter 25: IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE

All that was needed was a credible testimonial. Professor Moore’s passionate lengthy wailing ululations, thrice in sequence over a four hours duration, was an endorsement unlikely to be ignored. She could be heard clearly throughout the Sci-Fi sorority house. The sisters decided individually and unanimously, they wanted some of what the professor was having. Me! It pays to advertise.

It’s six thirty pm. Mimi, Angelique, Yvonne, Meredith, and Melody are all wearing babydoll nighties, already prepared for an early bedtime. Exams are exhausting and all had exams earlier in the day.

My own day was not a least whit less stressful. Up at five, on the road by five-thirty, two hours of driving later, arriving home at seven-thirty. Preparation and eating of breakfast required forty-five minutes. A shower, change of clothes and two mile trip to ‘NOW’ had me walking in the truck-stops main doors at eight-thirty am sharp.

Greetings, introductions over coffee and Danish, then an orientation session explaining the paperwork we are about to sign, took a half hour. Pen was put to signature lines promptly at nine am, but the signing of so many documents by so many officials wasn’t accomplished in a mere moment of time. Other than me, no one else is pressed for time and they’re perversely taking their own sweet time about getting the paperwork finished. Done! Finally. Got to go, bye.

Stop! Can’t rush off, it’s not allowed. There’s congratulations and best wishes for the future to endure. I’m not going to have a future if I don’t get to that exam room before the damn door is locked. For me? Forever! Failed. Flunked out of school. Drafted. Ruined.

On the road, racing the clock with the speedometer, I’m caught and pulled over by ten-thirty. Moving again at eleven-thirty. Arrived on a run to watch Professor Moore lock the exam room, at roughly one pm. Sorry, I didn’t think to check my watch. I was that disappointed.

One-thirty pm, again roughly speaking, commenced fucking the good professor. Completed screaming and fucking, around five-thirty, then dressing, delivering Moore to her car, a lengthy goodbye, return to Sci-Fi, to be captured by house-mates at, checking watch, precisely six-thirty-six pm.

Easy day. Boring even. I’m frazzled and these five anxious ladies want me to perform stud service on demand. Now. Turning down pussy isn’t wise, it may not be offered again. Duty calls! Saddle up, but first? Chow. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. No wonder my energy is at a low ebb. You think? I’m sure thats the deficit!

Offering to make crepes gains me a breathing space. A trip to Winn Dixie for ingredients allows me to just slouch in my car in the parking lot, for ten minutes, more or less. I’m done punching the clock for today. I just sat there, head back, eyes closed, and breathed. Yeah, breathing is important too! What I’m doing, is trying to catch my breath, which is an alternate saying for, catch my second wind.

Returning home with a fresh pineapple, fresh strawberries, two dozen eggs, sour cream, powdered confectioners sugar, yogurt and swiss cheese, I prepare the special dish girls everywhere adore.

Crepes resemble thin pancakes, but they’re ninety-nine percent pure beaten eggs with a sprinkle of flour beaten in to bind together. Gently sautéed, and when the top surface turns dull, loses it’s wet look, spoon in a mixture of grated swiss and natural yogurt, and allow to melt. Then lay thin spears of pineapple in a narrow row across the middle.

Or, you can use cream cheese with the pineapple, if you prefer.

Roll the crepe around the filling into a tube shape, like a burrito. Fresh cut up strawberries on top a pair of the crepe rolls, a sprinkle of powdered sugar, excuse me?

Sugar on crepes? Are you kidding? What do you think syrup on a pancake is? Liquid sugar! Resuming.

Light sprinkle of confectioners sugar over the strawberries and topped with a dollop of sour cream. Voilà! Bon appetite!

High in protein believe it or not, this dish contains eggs, yogurt, cheese, sour cream, and all are rich in protein. And, it presents very well. That means, for the ignorant, it’s a pretty dish to serve.

Now for dessert! The girls.

Anticipation. Suspense. Next chapter titled, JUST DESSERTS.

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