Blog 20. Jane's dream

Friday 28th January 2005

This evening I took Sarah to the home of Jackie Tomlinson and Terry Hunter a couple of miles the other side of campus. Jackie works in admin and Terry teaches humanities. They've been living together for a couple of years and have decided to get married. Sarah's fame as a wedding dress maker seems to have spread further than we thought and when I had to pop into see the secretary, Jackie waylaid me to ask if Sarah would do her a dress. Of course it is not just a dress for her, but also for the two bridesmaids. The outcome was tonight's meeting, which I guess will take several hours. She'll phone when she wants me to pick her up so I have an evening on my own in the house and can write another of these blogs. I've had this one in my mind for a several days after listening in to the thoughts of a young girl as she read and re-read a pop concert programme.

I had to go into work last Sunday week to start some cultures. I went in early so my day off wouldn't be completely wasted. When the first stage was completed it was still only eight o'clock so I decided to walk to the faculty staff room to make a coffee and write up a few notes during the hour I needed to wait before I could finish setting up the culture. I don't know who was the most surprised, the girl or me. She lounged in one of the big easy chairs and looked startled when I went in. <<"Who is he? Mum said no one would be in here today. Not too bad looking, not all that old either. Is he one of the professors?">>

"Hi," I interrupted her thoughts, "It's okay, I presume you're here with one of the staff."

"Mum's cleaning upstairs," she answered. <<"I'd better leave.">>

"Don't let me disturb you, I'm only here to write up some notes and make a coffee. I'll make you one too if you want one." She shook her head no, and glanced a little nervously at me when I went to a table across the way from her. "I guess you went to the concert last night." I remarked as I pulled the chair out.

"Yeah. Were you as well?"

"No, not my kind of music. Classical is more to my liking," I replied.

"Yuck!" She settled back in the chair. I kept an eye on her while I arranged my papers. I guessed she was about fourteen and developing nicely although wearing baggy jeans and a bulky sweater concealed most of her form. Her face held my attention for a short while. It was small and roundish, and she wore purple framed, oval spectacles, which made her look more mature than I felt she was. Her long brown hair hung down in front of her left shoulder to below the level of her breasts and it had a nice, freshly brushed, sheen. I didn't dare to stare for long and settled down to work.

My notes didn't take many minutes and soon I tuned into her thoughts. At first they'd been about me and she debated whether or not to leave and find her mother but she knew that wouldn't be easy with the security doors. I flipped open my laptop and almost hid behind the screen. Just in case she decided to come and look at what I was doing, I brought up the ulcer pictures that so disgusted the boy on my hotel stay a month or two ago. I also opened a Word document and started making notes on her thoughts. Gradually Jane, (I have changed her a name), became more and more engrossed in the programme she was reading, or more truthfully, she was looking at the pictures and remembering the concert held on campus the previous evening. I've become almost blasé concerning the dirty thoughts of many otherwise seemingly prim and proper women but those of this young girl, by her own admission still a virgin, shocked me.

The mental image Jane projected from the photo she was staring at, was of Ricky Knottshall, the lead singer of a heavy rock band. <<"Shit he really is sexy, and the way he moved last night really was suggestive. Made me feel that he was ready to fuck us all. God he's gorgeous. I love his long black hair, and just look at those chest muscles! I don't think he ever does his shirt up. Wonder if that bulge in his crotch is really his prick. I've heard some men put padding in their pants to make it seem like they've bigger cocks than they have. I believe Ricky's is real. Giggle. You could almost make out the form in the lights last night especially with his trousers being so tight. Wonder what it is like. Bet it's huge. Pity mum had to bring me here this morning. In bed I could have played with myself. Stupid cow! She didn't want to leave me alone in the house and yet she leaves me alone in this place with that professor git. She'll be done upstairs shortly and then it'll be another hour before she's done this floor's corridors. Wish Ricky would come in and take me out to his tour bus but he's well away by now.">>

She turned the page to another picture of Ricky and a couple of others from the group alongside their bus and surrounded by a host of teenage girls. <<"I bet they'd all go to bed with him, given half a chance. I guess I would too. The git doesn't seem to be taking any notice of me. Wonder what he's typing? Think I'll curl up in this chair and try and sleep a bit more. Never slept too well last night after all the excitement of the concert. And then bloody mum has to wake me at some shitty godforsaken hour and bring me here. Better slip my trainers off first in case the git objects.">> I heard rather than saw, her shoes softly hit the floor and then she curled up in a foetal position with the programme in her view on the arm of the chair. <<"Umm, these professors have nice comfy chairs in their room. Wonder what would have happened if I had slipped on to the tour bus and spent the night with Ricky and Donavan and Clyde. Bet some of those groupie girls did. Bet they got well and truly fucked. I know the bus is equipped with every convenience and they employ a driver so they can get a bit of rest between gigs. Those groupie girls won't let them rest too much though. I wonder...">>

The scene in her mind changed to the group signing autographs outside the bus. <<"I wonder if I can sneak on while they're not looking? The door's half-open and no one seems to be looking I'm going to risk it. Made it! Better hide. Where? The bog? This looks like it. Very posh. I'll sit on the seat until they get going. Just think, Ricky's had his bare arse on this seat. I wonder if he's wanked himself off in here? Don't expect so, not when he has all those groupie girls to service him. Hope I can do that for him tonight. Will Donavan and Clyde expect to have me too? No, there'll be other girls with them. Oooh, we're moving. Better sit tight until one of them comes in for a piss. It's only about twenty minutes to the motorway and then they won't want to turn back... God, someone had better come soon, it seems ages since we started. I can hear them talking. No girl's voices though. Wonder why? Footsteps on the stairs. Wish I could stop shaking.">>