Chapter 5

Daddy teaches ... wait ... professors instruct ... Daddy instructs ... at UT. He started out as an adjunct, graduated to full time and then tenured. Daddy instructed grad students. That meant he had tons ... positively tons ... of spare time. So he was always home ... reviewing ... and writing his next manuscript for publication.

I got used to seeing Marsha using the sauna and the hot tub ... with daddy.

Regularly. Often. Pretty much three or four four times a week ... after school ... Marsha ... with daddy ... naked. Yup ... as the French say, pas de vêtements ... nu.

Funny thing ... the barrel was still hot when I got home from class ... three or four days a week. Daddy was getting that ‘clean and shiny’ look that the Finns have. Regular use of the sauna will do that. Marsha had the same look ... and clean. Real clean.

I know this because ... one of my professors vomited all over her desk and all of we students were sent away. I went home. And caught Daddy and Marsha in the sauna ... pas de vêtements ... nu.

Marsha also had that look I see often on the faces of my peers ... freshly fucked. I see it alot on Mondays. The glow ... and the funny walking.

I tutor ... because the Department Head asked.

“Miss Dent? Selene.”

“Yes?”

“Might I have a word?”

When the Dean knows one’s first name ... and uses it in the Union Patio ... one gets looked at ... closely. Generally, the Dean sends a minion and the dorm or the fraternity observes closely as the summoned shatters in to goo.

The Dean came ... and ASKED for a word. And I wasn’t fazed one iota.

“Sure,” I said. “What do you need?”

“The Department needs tutors ... including yourself, who is qualified?”

“How about I find an empty classroom and take about twenty. I can do that many without much dificulty.”

“I can’t do that,” said the Dean.

“Why not,” I replied. “I can do it after 6 evenings.”

“If you tutor more than one or two a day ... it’s a class,” He said, “We’d have to pay you the official rate for part time, twenty six dollars an hour.”

Half the students at my table ... my peers ... said, “I’ll do it.”

There were only three in my major seated.

The Dean surveyed the response ... the mom look...”you three are some of the ones needing a tutor,” he said.