Chapter 8: The Day After

Thursday morning dawned bright and clear. Lesa was at the breakfast table with her three children sipping her first cup of coffee. She had been unusually quiet that morning. "Are you okay, mom?" Sara asked.

"I'm fine, dear. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. You just seem to be kind of drifting. You're usually bouncing around the kitchen, and this morning you're just sitting here. Did something bad happen last night?"

Lesa blinked, "Actually, something good happened last night. It was something very nice. I'm just a tired and a little nauseous. I didn't get as much sleep as I usually do." She though 'Nauseous?' She turned to look at the calendar attached to the corkboard. 'Could it be? No, surely not!'

Reassured, Sara continued, "I really like Jake. Will he be coming to visit again soon?"

Looking at her daughter, Lesa smiled; then laughed, "I like Jake, too. Yes, I think he'll be visiting us very soon," and added to herself, 'At least I hope he will, just as soon as I recover from his last visit.'

A few miles away Sara and Leslie were sharing a mirror in their bathroom putting the finishing touches on their makeup and adjusting their hair. Both had opted to wear cropped T-shirts and denim shorts with flip-flops, a serious fashion departure for each of them.

"Are you feeling better this morning?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, much better," Leslie responded unconvincingly.

"What are we going to do about Marvin and Jake? This could be a real mess." Sara was clearly distracted with her own thoughts.

"Thanks for bringing that up. That does seem to be the crux of the problem, doesn't it?" Leslie mumbled.

Sara turned to look a Leslie. "Whoops, sorry."

Across the quad Jake was trying to shave without removing his face. 'Shit, shit, shit, ' he thought to himself, 'what have I gotten myself into. Shit, shit, shit.'

"Will you be at the library this afternoon, Jake?" his roommate, Toby, asked. When he didn't get a response, "Earth to Jake, come in Jake."

"Wha..." Jake turned to look at Toby.

"I asked, will you be at the library this afternoon? Where's your head, man. You've been stumbling around in a fog all morning. If I didn't know any better I'd think you got laid last night," Toby remarked not realizing just how true his remark was.

"Ah!" Jake exclaimed as he cut the hell out of his chin.

"Well?"

"Well, what?" Jake was clearly being evasive.

Speaking slowly and enunciating each word Toby replied, "For the third time, will you be at the library this afternoon?"

"I don't know, maybe. Why do you want to know?" Jake wondered if Toby knew something about Lesa.

"We need to get our thesis proposals to Dr. Grayson before the deadline. I'm beginning to wonder if it was a mistake for me to collaborate with you. Pull you head out of your ass, man!" Toby laughed as he grabbed his notes and headed for his first class.

'What do I say to Lesa? Should I bring her flowers? Probably not, she could get into trouble with the college administration if they suspect she's fucking a student. Will she be willing to fuck me again, or was last night a one-time-only situation?' Jake was clearly out of his element. 'Shit, shit, shit.'

Lesa put her shoulder bag in the large drawer of her desk and logged onto her desktop.

She was feeling pleased with herself. Her plans for getting off of Earth were progressing rather well. The next step will be to convince Jake that he should forget graduate school and apply to the Confederacy as a volunteer. Sara would be fourteen this year and she wanted them to be picked up before Sara's birthday.

Sitting back she wondered if she would be okay with Jake fucking her little Sara. That huge schlong of his could be too much for someone so young. She wondered how many kids at a colony world would be Sara's age. What kind of schools would they have?

Inspiration struck. 'What was that professor's name I heard him mention? Oh, yeah. Grayson.' She started searching the Net for everything she could find out about Prof. Grayson at MIT.

By lunchtime she had a sizeable dossier on Admiral Dr. Benjamin Grayson, USN Retired.

After returning from lunch she left a message with Congressman Worley's secretary asking him to call her at his earliest convenience. An expanded plan was starting to take shape in her head.

By mid afternoon she began to wonder whether or not Jake was going visit the library. Could he be avoiding her? She also began to wonder if he had fucked Sara and/or Leslie. She was sure that both of them would be 'high maintenance' bedmates and had not felt threatened by them last night. But, even though she had made it clear to Jake that he had a free hand with her in the bedroom, would he still be interested in fucking her after bedding either of those young bombshells? It was too late to grow fangs now. She knew that if she was to be picked up by a selectee she would have to share him with other women. Hell, she might have to share him with her daughter, for crying out loud. How much worse can a couple of cheerleaders be?

There he was, finally. Who was that with him? Should she rush over, or wait for him to make a move? 'God, get a grip woman. You're sounding like a love struck teenager.' She mentally braced herself.

Lesa watched from the mezzanine as Jake went to the catalog keyboard; then into the bowels of the library. It was several minutes before he returned with a rather thick volume. They waved at each other when he finally looked up and noticed her.

Toby looked up when he saw him wave, "Who's that?"