Chapter 6

Professor Green asked me to stay after class. I didn’t have a long time but stopped to see what she wanted. “Nick, I’m writing a paper for a professional journal for teachers. I wanted to use your machine if it isn’t too much trouble?”

“Did you want to take it or use it in my room? I don’t normally lend it out.”

“It might look bad if I’m in your room. What do you think might work?”

“There’s a girl over at King’s College that has one and it wouldn’t look bad. I could loan mine to you to take with you but some friends and I use it on a regular basis. I know of five or six on campus. Others may have one that they bought. You should have the writing lab buy a couple hundred for the school to use.”

“That sounds expensive.”

“They aren’t cheap but they save a lot of time and work. I have one girl that gives me a massage as payment. She still saves time.”

“Nick, is there any way for me to use your machine without writing in your room?”

“When did you plan to use it, where do you plan to use it and how long will you need it?”

“Could I use it in my office this weekend? Maybe you could drop it off on Friday and pick it up on Monday?”

“I have a friend working on a fifteen page paper. I don’t know when it’s due. I can’t promise it for this weekend. Maybe if you want to use it the following weekend, I can plan for it better.”

“My deadline is Monday.”

“You sound like a college or high school student. Let me talk to my friend. I don’t have your class between now and this weekend. Can you give me your phone number?”

“Nick, you aren’t making this easy.”

“Never mind. I’ll call you tonight and let you know. I have to get to Calculus.”

As I walked out of her classroom I heard her asking how I’d call her. I didn’t stop and I didn’t have time. Calculus came and went and I worked on coding for my program. There was no way that I’d have time to write the whole thing but one of the routines or functions was my goal to show the teacher I understood the materials.”

When I got back to my dorm, I went and knocked on Lisa’s door. “Hey Nick, what’s up?”

“Can you get me the home phone number for my English teacher, Professor Green?”

“Sure. When do you need it?”

“Can you bring it up before 7pm tonight? I need to give her a call.”

“Sure. Anything else?”

“I have some CDs that you can pick up. I may need some more blanks in the next week or so.”

“I’ll get some for you by Friday. I should keep some extra here.”

“Thanks, Lisa.”

The next stop was Shelly’s room. I asked about the paper and told her that my teacher wanted to borrow it. She said, “You told her that I needed it this weekend, right?”

“I proof-read your paper and marked it up but I didn’t make changes in case you didn’t like my suggestions but if you could finish it today or tomorrow, it’ll help me out.”

“I’ll be down and finish it before practice if that’s alright with you?”

“That’s fine. The same teacher assigned me a paper to write but it will only be a short one and I can finish tonight what I can’t before practice.”

While I sat on my couch and read, Shelly worked on her paper and liked most of my suggested edits. Lisa came up later to drop off Professor Green’s address and phone number just as Shelly was leaving to get ready for practice. I handed her a case with the filled CDs as well as any others that had filled since the last time I checked.

Then it was off to workout. It was almost an all cardio day and even the lifting was cardio. We were broken into teams again and we had to do ten thrusters with about 45 kilos followed by ten pull-ups. Then I was able to rest while my partner did his thrusters and pull-ups. We were to do as many as we could in twelve minutes.

It sounded easy but we were doing our turns in about 30 seconds so after twelve minutes, I’d done 120 thrusters and 120 pull-ups. There was one other group that had started their thirteenth set and beat us by four but we were the second best group. I was exhausted. Luckily the run was a short one mile as fast as we could. The shower felt good but I was still worn out.

There was still a paper to write but the rest of my schoolwork was done. I called Professor Green. When she answered I said, “Hi, this is Nick. I had my friend come down and finish her paper earlier today. I am going to write the paper you assigned tonight. You can have the machine until Sunday afternoon. How’s that sound?” I was expecting a happy reply from her.

Instead she asked, “Where did you get my phone number? It’s unlisted.”

“I guess I just asked the right person. I was late for Calculus class and didn’t have time to wait around. Do you want to pick up the machine or do you want me to bring it to your office tomorrow afternoon?”

“Who gave you my number?”

“Professor Green. From the tone of your voice, if I told you then that person would be in big trouble. I’m not trying to get anyone in big trouble. I’m going to hang up now and I will burn the telephone number. Have a nice night.” The phone was hung up and I just shook my head.

It took a little while to fall asleep but I finally did. I had a lot of sticks in the fire and was trying not to get burned. Thursday classes went well and so did my rowing. Friday was my Chemistry lab with Shelly. We did well in the lab and as we walked back to the dorm she asked, “Do you think we could lay down together like we did before? You know, cuddle?”

“You are always welcome in my bed for whatever you want.”

As we lay under the sheet naked our bodies just gently rubbed. Sometimes a deliberate hand or natural leg movement as we caressed and moved as easy and naturally as a chest rising and falling as you breathe. The quiet peacefulness was broken by a knock on the door. I didn’t move but Shelly did. “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“I don’t have anyone I’m expecting. I don’t want to go anywhere with anyone.”

There was another knock. Shelly got up and pulled on my t-shirt. She cracked the door and it was Professor Green. Shelly said, “Hi, Aunt Rebecca, what are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here, Shell?”

“We’re just cuddling. Nick is a good cuddler and we just finished our Chem Lab.”

“I’m here to borrow his typing machine.”

“I had a big paper this week. It saved me a bunch of time.”

Meanwhile, I laid naked in bed with just a thin white sheet covering my body. Shelly stepped back to allow the professor to enter. She looked at me. “You never called back so I came to borrow the machine.”

“When do you think you’ll return it?”

“Sunday afternoon.”

“If I’m not around, just knock on the room next door or across the hall. Or you can leave it with Shelly upstairs.”

Shelly said, “422.”

Professor Green was in a hurry to get what she came for and leave. As she got to the desk she saw the 3x5 card on the desk with her name, address and phone number. She was pissed again. “Shelly, did you give this to him?”

“Give what to him?”

“My phone number and address.”

“No. I didn’t even know that you knew each other until right now.”

“Nick, where did you get this?”

“I told you that I don’t remember. You can take it with you. I won’t be calling or visiting unless you don’t bring my machine back.”

She looked like she wanted to get into a fight but she was there to borrow my machine and it was obviously important to her. She unplugged it and took it as Shelly got the door for her. I never left the bed. Shelly threw the t-shirt on the chair where she’d found it. “Becca was in a pissy mood.”

“I don’t want to talk or even think about her. I was really relaxed before you opened the door.”

“She’d have kept knocking or coming back. Better to get it over with.”

We did get back to a relaxed state and eventually both fell asleep for a short thirty-minute nap. I felt good when I woke up until I remembered the work out we still had to do for rowing. Some guys were still sore from Wednesday’s killer workout. We were given a light workout and just a 5k run. I was still sweating but not nearly as bad as usual.

Andy heard me come in and asked if I wanted to do dinner. I said, “I have a date or meeting for dinner. Sorry.”

“I was thinking about going home to London next weekend. Do you want to tag along?”

“Sure. I’m done with classes early and could leave by noon. Just let me know.”

“I can leave by noon as well. We will talk about it later. Have a good meeting or date.” He smiled as he walked off.

Skipping the tie, I had on a sport coat and dress shirt as I sat down in the corner booth in the back of the bar at 5:45. The bar was busy so a waitress was working instead of just the bartender. I ordered a club soda with a lime. Ten minutes later, a woman in a black dress came in and walked back to the booth. She had on some three-inch heels in black.

She stood before me as if asking for acceptance. I nodded my approval and asked her to join me. As she slid in beside me, I said, “You look nice. Would you like something to drink?”

“A martini, up, with an olive would be nice.”

When the waitress stopped by I ordered for her. “I haven’t eaten yet. I hope that you’lll have some food with me?”

“I can eat something. I haven’t had any dinner yet.”

Anita was thin. She was about five foot seven or eight and thin with medium size breasts. Brown hair and a pleasant face but not much of a smile. For me she had become a project, or perhaps an experiment. I had some thoughts and hopes but the verdict was still out on how things would end. I’d shown her what I approved and what I didn’t. She didn’t even know my name but craved that approval and had followed my commands or suggestions. I’d seen and learned some about this type of behavior back in Boston with Todd’s Mom and Laura’s grandmother. I was still learning.

She wasn’t shy and wasn’t afraid to look me in the eye. Her drink was delivered and she took a sip. The waitress asked if we were ready to order and I said, “We’ll start with the chicken liver pate. For dinner we’ll have an order of the duck and the filet of sole.” She took the menus and headed toward the kitchen.

Anita was quiet and just kind of stared at me. Finally she said, “I’ve never met anyone like you before. You know what you want and don’t really care what anyone else thinks about it.”

“I do care but not enough to make me bend to their ideas of what is right or wrong.”

“Why did you make me stop drinking?”

“It wasn’t healthy. I didn’t make you do anything. I suggested that you slow down and set limits that I thought you could live with. You agreed to the limits and lived within them. How does it feel?”

“I do feel better. I’m not sure what I think about you and the way you treat me.”

“How do I treat you?”

“I asked your name and you told me it was, Sir.”

“My mom is weird. My dad went along with it.”

“Your mom named you Sir?”

“No, but if I told her about you, she would think it was the right thing for you to do.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Get to know you. Understand why you’re the way you are. After that I have no idea.”

“What do you want to know? What can I know about you?”

“I’m an American. I’m in control and you can walk away any time you want. If you say the word, elephant, then you are saying that you want out and never want to see me again. I will walk away and let you get on with your life.”

There was a long pause. She didn’t say anything but eventually nodded. She sipped her drink as the pate was delivered. After spreading some on a piece of toast, I handed it to her. She smelled it and then tasted it. She smiled because she didn’t think that she’d like it but she did. I put my hand on her thigh. She tensed some but then relaxed. I sat back and relaxed as well.

Not long afterwards our dinners came and the waitress didn’t know who got what so she looked at me. I had her give the duck to Anita and ordered another round of drinks. She tried the duck and said that it was good. I had the fish and it was also good. After dinner was done and the plates removed, I asked her, “How many drinks have you had today?”

“Just the two that you’ve bought me.”

“Do you need a third or are you ready to take me home?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to come to my home.”

“I didn’t ask that. You can say, ``drink, home or elephant.”

Looking at her empty glass she said, “Drink.”

“Then you can take me home. Why don’t you want to?”

“It isn’t very clean. I was in a hurry to leave.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Yes, Sir,” was all she said.

She sipped the last one slowly and didn’t want it to end or the next step to begin. I paid the bill and she didn’t live far. It was a short walk and probably the reason that she came to that bar. She had an apartment. It was average but messy. There was a pile of unopened mail on the counter, clothes on the floor and dishes in the sink. I didn’t see any alcohol bottles which was a good thing. There was one bedroom and the bed wasn’t made. There were a few pictures on the wall of a man and a girl.

The furniture was nice and there was a small television. I sat in a living room chair. “Come sit with me.”

She came over and sat on my lap as I patted it to show her what I wanted. She was tense and I started to rub her back as she leaned against me. I asked, “It looks like that’s a husband and daughter. Can you tell me about them?”

“It’s my husband and daughter.”

“Are you divorced?”

“Legally separated. She lives with him.”

“Where do they live?”

“About a mile away. They live in our house. I moved out since she was staying with him. I wanted her to have a good home.”

“Is that what’s weighing so heavily on you? What caused the break-up?”

“It’s a long story. I would need a few more drinks.”

“What do you want?”

She put her cheek against my chest as she started to cry. She put my hand on her breast and she whispered. “I want to feel wanted.”

My left hand was massaging her breast while my right hand was unzipping her dress. There wasn’t a lot of foreplay as she was soon on her bed naked with me on top of her pounding into her. It was animalistic and rough. She bit my shoulder as she came her second time and she screamed out some cuss words as the third one hit her and I filled her with cum.

I rolled off of her and she was skinny. I could see her ribs. My finger traced along them and she pushed it away. I grabbed her nipple and said, “Who’s in control?”

“You are.”

I laid back and she was soon asleep with me holding her from behind. I don’t think she’d slept much because she was soon breathing deeply. I wasn’t sleepy so I got up and turned out the lights in the bedroom and closed the door. The place was a mess. I put on my boxers and then started to pick up. I found, filled and took out four bags of trash. I washed the dishes. The place was starting to look better and I looked at the pile of mail. Many were bills. I started to open them and see what her life looked like. Her bank statement said that she had some money but the bills were there as well. I saw a couple receipts from deposits and that she worked for an insurance company. I wasn’t an accountant but could do math. I found a checkbook in her purse. I was trying to help and didn’t really think I was intruding too far into her life. It was all in her best interest. Doing the math, she had enough to be at least current with her bills so I wrote out the checks, and even found stamps for the envelopes. I couldn’t sign them but if she signed the checks and mailed them, she would be caught up.

Looking in the fridge and pantry, I could see why she was so skinny. She didn’t have much food. I went back in and got all the clothes that were dropped around her bedroom and started to do laundry. Then I just sat down to think. She said she was separated, she had a family so close but what seemed so far away. There was a story but it was a painful one. There would be some more work on my part to get her to tell me.

I didn’t want to go back in and wake up with her. I got out a piece of paper and wrote her a note.

Good Morning Anita,

I want you to sign the checks and mail the bills today.

Clean up what I didn’t and make this place presentable.

Use the money I’m leaving you to buy some food and eat some of it. You need to gain at least five kilos. (ten pounds)

I’ll be there at 5pm to pick you up. Wear something casual.

Sir

It was just past three when I fell asleep in my bed. I could check with Lisa to do some investigative work for me but I didn’t need to and wanted to see what I could find out on my own. At 8am there was a knock on my door. I didn’t want to get up so I just rolled over. I heard a key in the lock and figured one of the guys across the hall was stopping by to check on me. I rolled over and saw Lisa walk in.

“Still in bed? I thought you were an early riser.”

“Late night, what’s up?”

“Take a shower and get dressed, we need to talk but not here.”

It sounded mysterious and serious so I did as she asked. We stopped by for some takeout breakfast and we found a place to sit and talk on one of the benches on campus. “Nick, we have to assume your room is bugged but we don’t think that it is. The first report from the recordings came back. There is some good news and some bad news.”

“For us or for them?”

“I guess all three.”

“Three?”

“It seems that we weren’t the only ones with the same idea about Hakim. William is an agent for Russia. He’s really twenty-six and an agent for them. We watched and heard a phone call that he made from his room reporting in. He’s been going to Hakim’s room and has incriminating activities but no cameras in Hakim’s room. They were going to bring him a hidden camera in a couple weeks.

“He has also seduced Hakim and done some homosexual things with him. William is the aggressor but Hakim has gone along and we have a lot of video from the word processor.”

“So my job is done here.”

“We are allies with Saudi Arabia. We have to do what we can to protect their interests and ours. We’ve been instructed to figure out a way to get them away from campus.”

“Why?”

“I would guess they want to get William and turn him.”

“I didn’t really sign up for that but Andy invited me to London next weekend. I can invite them both along. When we come back, William could have hurt himself and have to stay behind at the hospital.”

“Let’s go with that as plan A. I will get a team working on it. Let me know as you know more.”

Still tired and stretching, I asked, “Do you want to go rowing?”

“I don’t row, and I have some calls to make.”