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Quantum Entanglement

By: StangStar06



I'm beginning to think that intelligence is over rated. After spending nearly my entire life in the collection of knowledge, I've begun to see weakness in what I've done. 

Right now you're thinking this guy is no rocket scientist. And you know what? You're right. I'm the smartest guy in the room. I'm a Theoretical Physicist. I'm the guy who scares rocket scientists. I play around with concepts like String Theory, and of course my personal favorite Quantum Entanglement.

One of my old teachers Professor Harry in VA once told me that Theoretical Physicists as a whole are so smart that we're stupid. He told me that our science was so heavily interred in theory that in most cases practical application of what we worked on was centuries away. He also warned me that I was so deeply rooted in theory that I lacked some of the attributes of far lesser scientists, namely, observational skills and common sense. 

I must admit that he was correct in that. I've been working for most of my career in a small regional but first class university, Bozen Scholastic University, in California. I make an extremely decent living and my wife worked there as well. That was back when I had a wife. 

Roughly 10 years ago we divorced, due in part to two things. One of those two things was my fault. It was the aforementioned lack of observational skills. We had just had a nice hot tub put into our backyard. I was thinking about getting into that same hot tub to relax after a half day of work when it happened. I'd given my class the afternoon off to study for the next day's final which caused me to arrive home several hours early.

I got out of my car and stepped into my yard to find my wife performing oral sex on a very large guy. My wife was and still is a decent looking woman. She isn't pretty. Let's face it at the time I was far too INTELLIGENT to select a mate based on beauty. Nor is she extremely sexy. She's solidly built. She's sturdy. She doesn't have large breasts or a round behind, but she's smart as all get out. Or so I thought.

If she was actually that fucking smart, she wouldn't have fucking got caught, or got caught fucking as the case may be. When they noticed me, her eyes got as big as saucers but the guy just got a perturbed look on his face. For a smart woman, both her reaction and her statement were extremely stupid.

"It isn't what you think Sam," she said. 

See I told you her words weren't smart.

"Okay Alice," I said. "So if you aren't giving some guy a blow job in my hot tub, what is it?"

She had nothing to say. "Are you going to finish?" asked the guy. He didn't look worried at all. I guess it was probably because as physical specimens go, I was less than impressive.

Once he determined that she was done with him he started putting his clothes on. "Call me," he said to Alice.

"Get out of my yard," I snapped. He just looked at me. 

"She won't be calling you either," I said, my voice was the standard for righteous indignation. 

"Yeah she'll be calling me," he smirked. I got really angry and charged up to him so I could give him a piece of my mind. I never saw it coming. I don't think he even put any effort in the punch that laid me out. It was probably a few minutes later when I woke up. I was lying in the grass of the yard and my wife was leaning over me. At least I thought it was her I couldn't see because the lummox had broken my glasses.

"Are you okay?" she asked me handing me what was left of my glasses.

I moved into a sitting position and made sure that all of my various body parts worked.

"I'm fine," I said. "Who was that gorilla?"

"He works in maintenance," she said. "He's going to be a student next term."

"Why are you still here?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Where else would I be?"

I told you guys, for a college professor, Alice could be fairly thick sometimes.

"Alice, you have to leave. So start packing. I am willing to give you a reasonable amount of time to gather your belongings but you really need to be out of here and soon."

"Samuel Stanford, what are you talking about?" she asked.

"Alice, you're an INTELLIGENT woman. Surely you understand that you cheated on me so our marriage is over.

Her eyes got bigger. She probably hadn't considered this a possibility.

"Sam, that isn't what I wanted at all," she said. "You're blowing this totally out of proportion. We're INTELLIGENT people. We understand that marriages have their ups and downs. Also there's the fact that love and sex are completely different things. It isn't necessarily a tenet of the modern marriage that the spouses have sex exclusively with each other. In Europe both spouses have affairs all the time. Women take lovers, men take mistresses. It's considered normal.

"We aren't in Europe, Alice," I said calmly. "When did you decide that you wanted to have a European marriage?"

"Well Sam we've been married for a while and our sex life has never been a strong part of it. I guess that biologically I'm getting to an age where I want more sex," she said. "And I want different types of sex."

"So you went to the zoo and got yourself a gorilla," I snapped.

"Well he fills a need that you don't or at least you haven't," she said. "I'll do whatever you want to make up for this."

"I've already told you what I want Alice," I said. "Yet you're still here."

"Well how long do I have to leave for?" she asked. 

"Forever Alice," I said. "I don't know how they handle it in Europe, but over here most divorced spouses don't live together."

Then she really looked shocked. "I have no intention of moving out of my house permanently," she said. "And you need me. I'm your wife for God's sake. Who will you go to the science dept. functions with?"

"Alice, this house was given to me by my parents. It won't be considered a marital asset. It literally is not your house. I did like being married to you but I don't need you. I'm perfectly capable of living on my own. I did for many years before we met. And I'm quite sure that after our divorce is final I'll find suitable or maybe not so suitable women to date. Since picking a woman solely for her INTELLIGENCE didn't work out for me, maybe next time I'll pick someone that I'm actually attracted to."

She looked hurt by my last statement. "But Samuel," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Where will I go?" she asked.

"Perhaps you can move in with the gorilla," I said. "Now excuse me, Alice but you have packing to do and I really must put something on my lip. It's beginning to swell. If I don't see you before I leave, good luck on your future endeavors. Make sure you leave the key on the counter."

So ended my first marriage. Alice was all broken up by it and began calling me and stopping by to talk, all during the process. I was adamant though and the divorce proceeded with all due speed.

The judge ruled in my favor and I got the house. We were ordered to split all of the marital assets 50/50 and I didn't have to pay her a dime since we were both employed and doing the same job.

It was perhaps a year later that my life got interesting. I was teaching the first day of my introduction to physics class when I noticed an interesting name on my class roster. Gregory Hawkes, was the gorilla from my hot tub scene with Alice. He was in my class. Not that I intended to be cruel to him or use my position to make his life difficult but it was interesting.

As the class filed in and took their seats I looked out at the room full of young impressionable faces. Some of these students could go on to become important people in the world of science. Others would drop out before mid terms.

There are many different types of particles that make up the matter that composes the universe. There are just as many different types of people. I'd just started my introductory lecture with that astounding fact when it was proven before my eyes. 

A young woman walked into my class a few moments late. She was a bit on the shorter side and a little bit chunky. She had lank short brown hair and large glasses. She was wearing loose fitting yet comfortable blue jeans. As she picked out a seat she stumbled on the loose board that I'd asked several times to have fixed. Her book-bag flew through the air and she took a tumble but being young and wiry she suffered no ill effects except for a temporary loss of dignity.

"Hey watch it," said one of the guys near her. She apologized and started picking up her belongings. There was a lot of mumbling going on in the middle row where she sat. Some of the students were upset about clumsy people interrupting the lecture.

A few minutes after she was settled, the exact same sequence repeated itself. A female student, late for class walks in, stumbles on the board her stuff goes flying. Only this time the results were different. This time the student was Chavonne Robinson. Chavonne Robinson was a horse of a different color.

Chavonne is tall for a girl at 5'11. She was also no tiny petite little thing. Chavonne is more like an Amazonian goddess brought to life. She is also beautiful. Think Wonder Woman with a Tenessee accent. She has long dark almost black hair that shines. She has the clearest blue eyes you've ever seen. Her breasts are huge and her ass is proportionate. Her waist is small in comparison and her legs are very long and sculptured. Did I already mention her soft southern accent? It should be mentioned twice because it's a big part of her sexiness. She also has a really beautiful smile.

The reaction to Chavonne's near tumble was markedly different. As she opened the door several guys noticed her tight jeans and the way her ass looked in them. They immediately warned her about the loose board. 

As if they'd planned it, at least two of them dove for her and tried to catch her as she fell. Though they prevented her from hitting the ground her belongings still flew. No less than four guys leaped up to help her pick them up while she stood there and watched. Several others pointed out empty seats near them and offered notes of everything she'd missed thus far.

That was the first time I saw Chavonne Robinson and I remember it to this day. 

Chavonne was not a rocket scientist but she worked as hard as she could. I'll bet you thought I was going to say she worked her ass off. As a scientist I've learned to say things as factually as possible and that woman had too much ass to work off in one term.

She got to class early and stayed late. She joined every possible study group. I know you're thinking that she was going to be brilliant and I'd become her mentor and we'd fall in love, but this is reality. Chavonne was not doing well in my class and she wasn't really smart.

After a particularly bad exam, I suggested she might benefit from a tutor and suggested several. She smiled at me and asked if I might tutor her myself. I smiled back and told her that I didn't tutor and I actually only taught an introductory class once in a blue moon because it was a requirement. I gave her a list of both professors and students who did tutor though.

I saw Chavonne again at a faculty/student mixer that the Physics department had about a week later. I was playing scrabble with three others including two students and another professor. Someone leaned over my shoulder to look at my letters. 

I remember smelling both vanilla and lavender, it was enchanting. Then there was a curtain of dark hair and the softest thing I'd ever felt pressed itself into my back. I was instantly rock hard. My glasses started to fog up too. I almost forgot about the game. I looked at the other players and they were in awe. 

"May I watch professor," asked Chavonne. God I loved that accent.

"Please do," replied the other players before I could get my wits about me.

As I turned to respond to her I noticed the angry face of my ex wife glaring at me from across the room. Occasions like this were her favorite times to broach the subject of us getting back together. I suppose I should have been above things like that but I couldn't help picking on her a bit, so I moved over and allowed Chavonne to sit beside me and share my seat.

I expected her to sit there for a few minutes and move on to something more interesting but she stayed for the entire game.

When I got ready to leave she gave me a hug and whether or not it was intentional she pressed those incredible glands of hers into me again. It was the first overtly sexual thought I'd had since my divorce. She actually reminded me that there was a difference between the genders. Even my wife had never gotten that reaction from me.

As I headed to the parking lot and my car Alice came up behind me.

"Sam, was that her? Is that what you like? Is she the one you've been fucking since you threw me out of our home?" she was very upset.

"Hello Alice," I said. "It's good to see you too."

"Don't play coy with me Samuel," she snapped. "That girl was all over you. And the way she looked at you. It was disgusting. Okay you've had your fun. You got back at me. Can we talk now?"

"Talk about what Alice?" I asked.

"About getting back together and me moving back into our house," she said.

"Why would we talk about that?" I asked. "It isn't going to happen."

"But we're even," she said. "I had a fling. You're having a fling. Now we can get back to the way things are supposed to be."

"Alice, I'm not having a fling," I said. "I barely know Miss Robinson. She's in one of my classes. And even if I did have a fling, two wrongs don't make a right."

"That's either Biblical or Anecdotal," she said. "As such neither are valid points of scientific reference. So how about this, two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do. So you go ahead and fuck the girl with the big jugs, then you find another one. That way I'll have had a fling, and you'll have had two. We'll be more than even."

"It's not going to work Alice," I said. 

"Why not," she asked.

"When you and I got together, it was for all of the wrong reasons," I said. "I picked you out because you were smart and rational and came from great stock. You were, so I thought, even tempered and responsible."

"All of those sound like great reasons," she said.

"But Alice, next time I get involved it's going to be for love," I said.

She looked at me as if I was retarded and then started laughing. 

I didn't just go out and start looking for a woman; I don't think I'd have known how if I tried. I also didn't start signing up for every internet dating service I could find. 

Actually I didn't do anything. Maybe I trusted to the universe to provide me with something. It was probably two weeks later that I walked out of my lab and fell as I headed for the parking lot. As usual I'd been walking and reading at the same time and simply wasn't paying attention where I was going.

As I got up to see what I'd fallen over, I was surprised to see Chavonne sitting there. Even worse she appeared to be crying for some reason.

"I'm sorry Miss Robinson," I said. "Did I hurt you badly?"

"No Professor, you barely touched me," she said.

"Then why are you crying?" I asked.

"It's a long story," she said.

"I have a considerable amount of time," I said. "And no reason to be anywhere until class tomorrow."

"Professor, I don't want to load you down with my troubles," she said.

"It's the least I can do," I explained. "I just fell all over you."

"If only," she said.

"What?" I asked. She just shook her head.

"Why don't we go and get something to eat and you can tell me about it," I said. "I promise that I'll take us somewhere that's away from campus."

"Why would you do that?" she asked.

"So you don't have your reputation damaged by being seen with an old fuddy duddy," I said. "I know I'm not cool."

She just laughed. "Professor you're more than cool enough for me," she said.

I still drove us off campus. We went into town and ended up at Sleepy Joe's Cafe. 

"This is nice," she said. "It's kind of homey. It feels really comfortable."

"I eat here a lot," I said. "Since my marriage ended a little over a year ago. I just can't find the motivation to cook or do a lot of things like that."

"I'm sorry professor," she said. "I'm so busy worrying about my problems that I'd forgotten that everyone has troubles. That's why I didn't want to unload on you in the first place."

She just reached out and grabbed my hand. "It'll get better," she told me. 

"Oh I'm fine," I said. "I divorced her. There were no painful feelings. Our marriage hadn't ever been based on emotional attachments. It was based on practicality and INTELLIGENCE."

"Well no wonder it fell apart," she laughed. "Actually I've seen your wife. I don't think she likes me. I just can't picture the two of you together. I see you as a diamond in the rough Professor. Just a little touch up here and there and you'd be beyond sexy, but she's just rough."

By that time I was becoming uncomfortable talking about it. "So Miss Robinson would you like to tell me a little bit about your situation?" I asked.

"Basically I'm homeless," she said. "Last week, the place I'd been staying was closed down by the health department. I've been staying with a friend but I found out that the friend wants more than I can give to stay there any longer. So now I have nowhere to go."

"Don't you have other friends or relatives in the area?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. "There's no one. I even tried to see if I could possibly find a job and get into the dorms. I'm on the waiting list but there are a bunch of people ahead of me."

"Perhaps I could rent you an apartment for a month or so," I said "Until the dorms open up."

"Professor, I'm not trying to hit on you for charity," she said. "But thank you so much for offering. I just like to pay my own way."

Our food arrived and we started to eat it. A few minutes later Greg Hawkes walked into the cafe and started looking around. When his eyes settled on Chavonne he came over to us.

"Hey professor," he said sitting down. "Chavonne are you ready to go home?"

"I told you, I'm not coming back to your apartment, Greg," she snapped. "I'll find somewhere else to go."

"Suit yourself," he said. "It's gonna be cold tonight, and you already owe me. Better get there before I fall asleep." He left and she just started crying again.

"Miss Robinson," I said. "Stop crying and eat your food."

"I'm trying professor," she said. "But I don't know what I'm going to do."

"You're not going home with him," I said. My hatred for Greg Hawkes was finally beginning to come out.

"You're coming home with me," I said. "And I won't charge you any rent. You can work off your room and board."

She looked at me as if she was shocked. "Well I'd probably like it better with you anyway," she said.

An hour later we were pulling into my driveway. She looked around the house and saw the pool and the infamous hot tub. When we got inside, she loved the house under all of the clutter and mess.

I gave her the tour and showed her around the house. All of her clothes and books were in bags that she'd retrieved from the campus on our way over. I showed her the kitchen, the living room, the office, the media room, the laundry, the deck and my bedroom. When she started putting her stuff down, I looked at her strangely.

"What's wrong professor?" she asked.

"Miss Robinson, this is my bedroom," I said. "Your room is down the hall on the other side of the house."

"Sorry professor," she said smiling. "Your house is beautiful."

"It's a bit of a mess, I'm afraid. But that's where you come in," I said. "You can do the cleaning and if you wouldn't mind, we could share the cooking duties."

"I'll cook too, Professor, she smiled," It's the least I can do."

I showed her to her room. "Please feel free to make any changes you'd like," I told her. I was about to close the door when she came running over to me and kissed me on the cheek.


Quantum Entanglement



"Thank you so much professor," she said.

Over the next few days we settled into a routine. Chavonne would wake up before I did and make us breakfast. We had breakfast at the table together. She packed us lunches, which she said were more nutritious and saved me money over eating at the school cafeteria. 

Sometimes I got so busy working on a problem or a theory that I forgot my lunch and Chavonne would bring it to me. She'd often stay in my office and we'd eat together then as well.

She'd wait for me to finish my last class and then I'd drive us home. We'd eat dinner together and she'd study or use the pool while I did what I did. Most evenings we also spent some time together watching TV or watching the stars before bed. In those first few weeks nothing untoward happened.

But our new living arrangements hadn't gone unnoticed. I noticed Greg looking angrily at me in class one day. I heard him arguing with Chavonne after class another day that week.

"He's just angry that he lost his room-mate," Chavonne told me as she took my arm while we were headed towards the car.

"I'd be very upset if I was him too," I said. Chavonne stopped walking and just stared at me.

"Did you mean that professor?" she asked.

"Of course I did," I said. "In these short weeks that you've been staying with me, you've made my house a home again instead of just a place to keep my stuff." I guess I didn't realize what I was saying. I was so used to just saying what I thought.

Chavonne started crying and reached up and kissed my cheek again. This time she held the kiss longer and put her arm around my waist.

"Sam, can I speak to you for a moment," asked my ex wife's grating voice from behind us.

I gave Chavonne the keys so she could wait in the car.

"What do you want Alice," I asked.

"I thought that you weren't fucking that whore," she snapped. 

"Alice this is really becoming annoying," I said. "Miss Robinson and I are not having sex."

"Then why the hell is she in my house, Sam?" snapped Alice. "And why are you kissing her in public. You never once kissed me in public and we were married."

"You ruined our marriage, Alice. Maybe it would've happened but we'll never know will we."

"Sam, you threw away our marriage over my having a seven year itch fling," she snapped. "You're really being unreasonable."

"Alice, we were only married for five years," I said.

"We're more INTELLIGENT than most people," she said. "So we got bored faster. It didn't take us seven years to get there. And it didn't take me long to realize that I'd made a mistake."

"Well treat your next husband better Alice," I said.

"There won't be another husband," she said. "I want you back."

"Goodbye Alice," I said.

Things with Chavonne and I were never the same after what I'd said to her. She took over doing the laundry as well as all of the other things she did. She seemed to make it her mission to take care of me. She started keeping track of my appointments and speaking engagements and just doing everything she could for me.

Then she started upping the ante in other areas as well. She went out of her way to touch me or get close to me. The swimsuits she wore in the pool got smaller as well. She also took to going in the pool more. She'd lounge around the pool while she made dinner, which gave her the opportunity to come into the house in her bikini. The next step was to simply eat dinner in her swimwear as well.

It was the closest I'd ever been to a body like that one. I found myself in a constant state of arousal around her and I was sure she knew it.

Then even when she wasn't swimming, she started walking around the house in just panties and a T-shirt, most of the time she didn't even bother to wear a bra and trust me I could tell.

When we watched TV at night now, she sat right next to me on the couch. She'd often lean over and touch me accidentally or brush her legs or breasts against me. As a scientist I could see that she was gathering information.

Then it happened. My house is fairly isolated and we got a big thunderstorm one night. I was barely awake because I'd seen enough storms not to be very interested in them.

My door slammed open so hard that it woke me up. Chavonne dove onto my bed.

"Professor, I know it's stupid," she said. "But I'm afraid of thunder. Can I stay in here until the storm passes?"

"Of course, Miss Robinson," I said. "Good night."

"Professor, I'm cold," she said a few minutes later. 

"My robe is at the end of the bed," I mumbled.

"I'll just get under the covers with you," she said. "I won't be any trouble."

But there was trouble. I really believe that some physicist out there should come up with a theory for why two adults in a giant bed always end up in physical contact. When I woke up the following morning, both of my arms were around her, one on her tummy and the other on one of her breasts.

My morning erection was harder than it had ever been and it was pressed firmly against her ass. If we hadn't had our underwear on who knows what might've happened.

As soon as I awoke I started trying to move away from her and move my hands as well. She moaned at the loss of contact.

"I guess we overslept," she said.

"Uh, I'm really sorry, Miss Robinson," I said.

"Uhm Professor, under the circumstances, I think you can call me Chavonne," she said. "But you have nothing to apologize for. I asked to sleep with you and ended up staying after the storm had ended. Besides I don't think what happened hurt either one of us. In fact maybe it will help to improve our working relationship."

She made breakfast in record time and our lunches as well. She had lunch with me that day and when we got home she spent a lot more time in her bikini leaning over to get things. I think my erection that night was the longest and most painful one I'd ever had. I knew what I'd be doing that night when I went to bed. The same thing I'd been doing for at least a month. And I'd be thinking about the same person too.

Just after I got out of the shower I was turning off the light and about to get started when the door opened.

"Professor," said Chavonne. "I'm a little miffed at you after all, about last night."

"But I did apologize," I said. "And you told me it was alright."

"Not that part," she said.

"Well what then?" I asked.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. She had a longer T-shirt on this time. I didn't say it but I missed last night's T-shirt that was short enough that I could see her panties.

"You told me that being here with you was making your house more like a home," she said. "Did you mean that?"

"Yes I did," I said.

"You also told me that you wanted me to be comfortable and I could make changes," she said.

"Yes I did," I agreed.

"Well last night I noticed that this is the better bed, I slept better in here," she said. "I almost couldn't wake up."

"Well the two beds are nearly identical," I said. "In fact the mattresses are the same model and the same age. This one is probably just more broken in from use."

"Well I want to sleep in this bed," she said folding her arms over her breasts. Even in the dark I could see them shifting.

"Okay Miss Robinson, I mean Chavonne, I'll take the other room," I told her.

"No Professor, I'd feel bad about putting you out of your bed," she said. "Why don't we just share it?"

"Well..." I began.

"Shh," she said. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"But..."I said.

"Tomorrow," she replied.

So I go into bed. I'd blamed myself for the way that we'd awakened that morning. I actually enjoyed Chavonne's company and didn't want to do anything to ruin it. I'd been extremely glad when she'd just ignored what had happened with us and I was determined that there wouldn't be a recurrence.

I had pretty much decided that it had been due to my habit of rolling over next to my ex when we were married. Although I had to admit I found Chavonne extremely attractive, I saw no benefit in trying to push myself off on her. I made sure that I was as far away from her as the bed would allow, I may have been imagining it but I was sure I heard the sound of faint laughter as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up it was even worse. Chavonne's T-shirt was nowhere to be seen. She was wearing neither bra nor panties. We were in each other's arms this time; with our faces so close together that it wouldn't have taken much effort for us to kiss.

One of her long legs was over my left hip. That positioned my boxers covered erection right at her slit and she was rubbing it for dear life though her eyes were still closed. If I hadn't been wearing my boxers, we'd have been doing the nasty.

My free hand was resting on her ass and I marveled at how something could be so soft and yet so firm at the same time. I removed my hand and her eyes snapped open. It took her a few minutes for her to realize where we were and what we were doing.

"Sorry Professor," she said sheepishly. 

"No harm done," I replied. I needed to get away from her before I exploded. My boxers were already nearly dripping with pre-cum and I was so close to cumming that I wasn't sure I'd last. I took the longest coldest shower I could. In fact my skin was still cold to the touch when I got to the breakfast table.

Chavonne laughed when she accidentally touched me. She made bacon and EGGO waffles for breakfast. They were delicious. I was so intent on trying to watch her out of the corner of my eye that I lost track of what I was doing. I bit of syrup drooled out of the corner of my mouth. 

Chavonne said, "Let me get that for you." She picked up a napkin and I expected her to hand it to me, but instead she wiped my mouth. She completely missed the syrup. I could still feel it on the side of my face next to my mouth.

"Ooh, I missed some," she said. Then she leaned in next to me and licked it off. The action of her licking it off brought her breasts in contact with me. Even under a layer of blouse and a bra I could feel their weight and it re-ignited my erection. If I didn't know any better I'd have suspected that Chavonne was trying to keep me heated up.

"Oh crap," I heard her say a few minutes later. "Professor, can you help me?"

She was standing up and had turned around with her back towards me.

"I think I sat in something," she said. "Is there anything on my ass?"

"It just looks like crumbs from potato chips or something," I said.

"I can't see it," she said. "Can you wipe them off?"

On one hand I really wanted to. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands across her ass, but my inhibitions cause me to hesitate.

"But...well..."I said.

"Professor, you didn't mind having your hand on my ass for most of the night. And it was naked then. Surely you can brush my clothes off."

I nodded and reached out tentatively. I gently rubbed her ass. It felt so warm and so soft. She let out a moan as I rubbed and I thought her knees had buckled for a second.

"Oh Professor," she said.

I must have rubbed her ass for five minutes. I wanted to make sure I got every last crumb. She wasn't complaining either.

Things were very quiet on our drive in to campus that morning. At lunchtime Chavonne suggested that it was too nice a day for us to stay cooped up in my lab. We wandered outside of the building and ate our lunch under a shady tree in the park outside of the building.

"Professor, what do you think of me?" she asked.

"I think you're a nice young lady who..." I began.

"Nope that's not what I'm asking you," she interrupted. "I don't want to know about what you think of me as a student who probably won't pass your class, or as a nice young woman with a problem who you've opened your home up to. What do you think of me?"

"I don't understand the question or the context," I said.

"Professor, are you playing dumb with me," she smiled. "You're probably the smartest man I know and it's a very simple question."

"Chavonne, what do you really want to know?" I asked.

"Are you uncomfortable with what happened with us last night and the night before?" she asked.

"I don't know what you want to hear. I've already apologized for my part in what happened. But realistically I tried to sleep in another bed. I'm willing to do whatever you suggest." I told her.

"Professor, do you find me repulsive?" she asked.

"Of course not, Chavonne," I said. "You're very attractive."

"Has sleeping in the same bed with me made you uncomfortable?" she asked.

"To be truthful, yes it has," I said.

"In what way?" she asked.

"Well the position we were in this morning for one thing," I said. "I worried that you'd think I was trying to invade your personal space."

"Professor, do you like having me in your house? Do you like spending time with me?" she asked.

"Honestly?" I asked.

"Yes Professor, be totally honest." she said.

"Very much so," I said. "I didn't know how lonely I was until you started staying with me. I believe I was probably on the verge of having that bitch I used to be married to come over occasionally. That's why I'm so worried about doing something to upset you."

"Well Professor, you're upsetting me," she said.

"Tell me how and I'll try to stop," I said.

"Professor, you've been far nicer to me than anyone ever has been," she said. "I was always a bit attracted to you even before I moved in with you. But I wasn't sure how you felt about me. Remember the faculty/student mixer? That was me throwing myself at you when I rubbed myself on you while you played scrabble. Most men would have been all over me in response, but even then you were a gentleman."

"I trust you professor and I have to be as honest with you as you've been with me. I initiated what happened with us last night and the previous night as well. I took advantage of both your charity and your hospitality because I wanted it to happen.

So if you're really trying to make me feel comfortable, can we just let whatever happens happen? I'm a big girl Profess...Sam. I know how to say "No," when I want to. And I know you well enough to be sure that if I ever did say "No," you'd stop."

I just sat there with my mouth open. "See you after class," she smiled.

That evening things were as normal as they could be under the circumstances. Chavonne was the same as she always was but with a big exception. Instead of her tentatively doing things, she just did what she wanted. When we got home she told me she wanted to swim a bit before dinner. She usually did anyway. The difference was she brought my papers out onto the deck and got me a cool drink.

That way I could read over my research materials while I watched her. I often watched her through the window anyway. The funny thing about it all was that Chavonne used the pool far more than Alice or I had ever done.

Between dips in the pool she'd get out and come right over to me. There was no more teasing or furtive glances. She knew what she had and she knew that I wanted it.

"What are you reading Sam?" she asked. I told her it was a paper by a famous scientist who was doing research on Quantum Entanglement. "Read it to me," she asked.

I read her most of the paper while she snuggled her damp body against me. "Were there any parts of it that you didn't understand?" I asked her. She nodded her head.

"I didn't get the beginning," she said. "I also really can't wrap my head around the end and I struggled with everything between them," she smiled. "But I loved having you reading it to me while we snuggled here together. That's all I really wanted." she smiled again. Then she got up to go make dinner.

As I watched the sensual ballet of her walking towards the house, she looked at me over her should and threw in, "For now."

Dinner as usual was great; we talked about our days and what Chavonne didn't understand from some of her classes including mine. After dinner we watched Top Gear, a show that we both enjoyed. Cars were one of the things that Chavonne and I shared an interest in.

Even when it came to this show our opinions were similar. Though we both preferred American cars, we liked the British version of Top Gear better. It was funnier, it was cooler and the hosts had a far better chemistry.

As we watched the show Chavonne slid those long legs over onto mine. She wrapped her arms around me and snuggled herself under one of my arms. Then she leaned forward and looked at me. Somehow I knew what she wanted. I put my arm around her too.

About halfway through the show Chavonne started yawning which was unusual. It was only 8:30 and we usually stayed up until at least 11 or even midnight.

"Are we recording this?" she asked. I nodded. We sometimes liked to watch some of the funnier bits more than once. 

"Good, it's time for bed," she said.

"Well you go ahead," I said. "I'm not tired yet."

"Neither am I," she said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. "I didn't say anything about sleeping."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"I've been sure for weeks Sam," she said. "What do you think all of that bending over and touching you has been about?"

Sex with Chavonne was a totally different experience for me. With my ex Alice it had been about simply taking care of biological imperatives and urges. The act was almost clinical. Its efficiency made it cold.

With Chavonne it was about love and lust. It was playful and loving yet at the same time urgent. Where Alice's body was merely an outlet for me, Chavonne's body was a temple. And I worshipped it. We tried things that neither of us had ever done before. After that first night and the morning after it, I ended up calling in sick the next day so we could continue just being together. We finally rolled out of bed at lunchtime.

"Sam, I have to tell you something," said Chavonne.

"I already know," I told her. "I love you too."

She just started smiling and said, "Well alright then."

The next few weeks were heavenly for both of us. The only damper on it were the occasional run ins with my ex wife or Chavonne's ex room-mate.

She wouldn't let me speak to him about whatever it was that she owed him. But I trusted her, so I let it go. Alice on the other hand was incessant. She tried to get on every committee I was a member of. She even resorted to dropping by the house unannounced and uninvited.

"How can you stand to be with that child?" she asked me in the hallway once. "She is nowhere near a match for you or me in terms of INTELLIGENCE."

"But she's way above you in terms of other things," I snapped. "Besides, I love her."

That was it. Alice had no come back for that, she just stood there with her mouth open.

After we finally broke through the wall and started having sex, things got even better for Chavonne and me. It was as if all of the tension that had been building between us had vanished. There was no longer a need for secrets or games.

If Chavonne wanted to come over to me and kiss me she just did it. And she did it a lot. She also quickly let me know that I was expected to reciprocate. We spent a lot of time those first magical few weeks just lying around together. We also went places and saw things and did things, some of them that we'd both previously done before, but just wanted to experience again together.

One of the coolest things we did was to buy a car. We were both interested in muscle cars. We bought an older, 90's 5.0 Mustang and started restoring it together. We both loved cars but neither of us had ever worked on them or knew anything about fixing them. We could learn together. It was a project that gave us a lot of enjoyment and also brought us closer together.

Most of the engine work ended up being done by skilled mechanics but Chavonne and I skinned enough knuckles to learn a lot.

The funny thing about all of this was that Chavonne and I were more like a married couple than Alice and I had ever been, even when we were married. We loved being together and we loved each other. As illogical and emotional as it seemed, I knew that I loved Chavonne. I felt stupid saying it but I couldn't stop.




Quantum Entanglement



Alice of course was livid. After the divorce she'd expected me to sit around being angry and lonely, then finally the two of us would get back together. In her mind what she'd done hadn't been that bad. Most of science was about experimentation and examining the results of those experiments.

Instead of realizing that the result of her cheating was losing me, Alice was scheming as hard as she could to get me back.

Of course, me falling in love with someone else had never figured into her plans though. She surmised, perhaps correctly that if Chavonne hadn't come along that she and I might have had a chance. As I said being with Chavonne was in most ways far better and more like a marriage than being married to Alice ever had been.

Chavonne and I gave ourselves to each other totally. With Alice we would look at our mutual schedules and decide when we'd have sex. With Chavonne, we just looked at each other and that was all it took.

I walked around constantly on a cloud. My new euphoric state of mind also served to focus my mind better. I published several papers that either criticized or supported the published works of several other scientists. Publishing papers is a good way for a scientist to become known and to secure grants and other funding for their institution so naturally my bosses were happy as well.

Chavonne also got me to trim my unruly hair just a bit and to switch to glasses that were slightly less nerdy. She also upgraded my wardrobe a bit too. As soon as I stopped wearing my bell bottoms people actually started to take interest in me. I began to get invitations to speak at scientific gatherings or to participate in forums. I turned down most of the requests but being asked was nice. Strangely enough women started to become interested in me too. But it didn't matter because I already had the one I wanted.

My life was exactly the way I wanted it. I was a popular teacher, a well respected and in demand scientist and I was in love with a beautiful young woman who loved me back. Things were going too well, it was time for life, to shit in my cornflakes.

For a few days, Chavonne had been nervous and a little testy. She'd told me that she had a doctor's appointment and that we needed to talk about some things. Being the typical scientist, I had other less mundane things on my mind.

A team of Chinese researchers had proven that there was a limit on the speed that a photon could reach. Their research seemed to indicate that it was impossible for a single photon to travel at speeds greater than the speed of light.

This was extremely interesting because it meant that several concepts that we worked with everyday might not be possible, among them FTL or faster than light travel and of course time travel. I was reading all of the details of their research and intended to publish a paper on their findings. So I guess I was a bit preoccupied it and not very attentive to Chavonne's situation. 

In my supposed wisdom, I was sure that Chavonne's dilemma stemmed mostly from the fact that she was worried about how I'd take the news that she had failed my class. I was certain that she'd come to me all teary eyed and worried about how I'd see her in that light.

She really didn't need to even consider it though because I loved her totally. For all of my life before meeting Chavonne, I judged everyone solely on INTELLIGENCE. Chavonne had taught me that some things were simply more important. Whether she realized it or not, Chavonne had actually been a very important step in my development. 

She was the first person I'd associated with in any way simply because I wanted to. She was also the first person whom I'd admitted to any emotional attachment for. I think some of my peers were surprised to discover that I even had emotions.

So it was another big blow to both my ego and my supposed INTELLIGENCE to walk into my house yet again and hear voices. This time I didn't simply walk into the situation, apparently I'd learned something from the first time.

As I watched from the kitchen I saw Chavonne and that same bastard, Greg Hawkes. He had her bent over my fucking sofa.

"Come on Chavonne, can't we do it in the bed?" he whined.

"No," she snapped. "There's no way I'd let you anywhere near our bed."

"Well take off your top so I can see those big assed titties," he begged.

"Nope, not part of the deal," she said.

"Well bitch, at least take your panties off. Just pushing them to the side isn't working. I can't get a good stroke in and they are getting in the way."

"Look, I'm keeping up my part of the bargain," she said. "Just do it and we're done. I need this over with so I can get on with my life."

"What about the professor?" he asked. "I know that he can't do it like I can."

"You're right about that." she said bursting into laughter.

All of my life I'd resisted the notion that emotional attachments had value. Seeing Chavonne with Hawkes definitely proved that I'd been wrong. With Alice, I'd been outraged but merely angry that what I believed had been the rules of our relationship had been violated.

Even though we were married, I'd married Alice because it was a logical thing to do. It had been a cold and cartoon like marriage that probably should never have happened. When I caught her, since there'd been no emotional linkage on my part, there was no emotional pain. It was simple, she'd broken the rules the marriage was over. 

With Chavonne there was immediate pain and though the pain was emotional, it didn't hurt any less. It felt awful. It was as if I had to physically make myself breathe. I wanted to cry like a baby. There could be no calm discussion of who got what like I'd had with Alice. I simply needed to get away. 

I went up the stairs as quickly as I could and grabbed my essentials. My intention was to come back down and leave, I'd email Chavonne from where ever I went to think this out.

As I came back down the stairs though, they were just leaving the living room. 

"Oh fuck not again," said Greg. He was right in the path I needed to follow to get out of the house.

"Oh please, No!" cried Chavonne.

Calm and INTELLIGENT discourse hadn't worked with Greg the first time I'd caught him, and this time I was too angry to consider it.

"Get the fuck out of my way you Neanderthal," I told him, trying to push my way past him.

"First you take my girlfriend away from me, then you fail me in your fucking physics class and now you're calling me names," said Greg. 

Once again all it took was one punch and I was on my back. This time I regained consciousness a lot quicker. Chavonne was in the kitchen talking to herself as I got up. I think she was getting some ice to put on my face. "Please let him understand, please let him be okay," she said. "I'm going to kill that bastard Greg."

As she had that little conversation with herself, I got up and left the house.

I drove first to my mother's place on the other side of town. My mom and I hadn't been very close for most of my life. After my dad died we just discovered that we didn't have much in common. We still visited and I did inform her of significant events in my life and she did the same but as I said before emotional attachments meant very little to me.

My mom and Dad had left the family home to me a few years after I got married to Alice. They'd no longer needed the room or the hassle of a large house and had moved into an apartment.

I had never actually told her about Chavonne or introduced them.

I stayed with my mom that first night and explained to her everything that was going on. The weirdest thing about it was that as I explained to her about Chavonne, I realized that my mother had no idea that I'd even divorced Alice.

It turned out that my mother hadn't thought very highly of Alice from the beginning. I asked my mother to watch out for the house for me and told her that I'd be away indefinitely.

To start with I notified the school that I'd had an emergency in the family and would be away for a while. The timing of the incident was of course fortuitous. Since classes had just ended there was no awkward situation to handle that way.

The Dean and my department head were even happier, when a few weeks later I informed them that I wouldn't be returning for a while since I'd decided to accept a few speaking engagements. I'm not sure that my situation mattered to them in the least.

In their minds having one of their professors, publishing serious scientific papers, speaking to gatherings of influential people and being asked to participate in research studies was much more of a plus for the university's reputation than me simply being home and teaching classes.

Weeks became months which quickly became years that I'd been away from home. I'd gotten cards from Alice who was naturally outwardly thrilled and pleased with my success in the scientific community. "I always said that you were one of the most INTELLIGENT people I know," she wrote. Inwardly I also knew that she was both jealous of that same success and angry that she wasn't with me to either share in it, trade on it or attribute it in some way to her own capabilities.

My mother often tried to call me or write to me as well, but I was very busy. I also got a few cards from Chavonne. I don't know how she was able to track me down but after what I'd heard from her on that fateful day, I didn't think that she thought very highly of me. 

The way that she'd laughed when Greg asked her about my sexual prowess still stung me. I knew that there was no way I could have been considered some kind of a stud but I'd really believed that she felt the same way about me that I'd felt about her.

Though not truly INTELLIGENT, Chavonne was quite beautiful and extremely sexy. I realized that there had to be a reason she'd taken up with me.

After a while I just attributed it to her needing a place to stay and someone to support her while she got her shit together. I didn't hate her for what had happened but I really wished that she'd been honest about the whole thing. That way at least we could have stayed friends.

I supposed that her fear and need to deceive had come from the way Hawkes had treated her when she stayed with him. The first few weeks she sent me a lot of cards and letters none of which I ever opened or responded to. I guess that she was smart enough to know that I wasn't reading them because she started writing quick little messages on the envelopes.

She'd write things like "We need to talk," or "Please come home." Those became "I need you," or "I miss you." after a while. It didn't take her long to replace me though. Less than a year after I left I noticed that one of her cards said "We hope you'll be home for Christmas."

The "We," actually hurt me. Chavonne had been my first real love and something about that first love stays with you forever. I'd always supposed that she'd replace me and I guess that I was surprised that it had taken her that long.

But since she'd found another person to be "We" with that only made the fact that I had nothing to rush home to more evident.

I spent a lot of time speaking in Europe and became rather famous in the scientific community. I also took a hard look at myself and decided that I didn't like what I saw. In one of the summer retreats I attended I took a Tai Chi class because several of the participants praised it as a system of exercise that promoted mental clarity.

After a few days I was hooked on it and begin to study more aggressive Martial arts. Of course never having done anything athletic or physical it took me a while to become competent, but soon I was excelling in it. Martial arts became one of my passions and that passion increased my fitness and my confidence.

I ended up getting an agent who scheduled my appearances and speaking engagements. She also represented several Rock Stars and Athletes. Kim was her name. She told me that I was a diamond in the rough and if I stuck with her she'd make me famous and rich.

A few weeks before my first television appearance on a documentary series on String Theory she gave me a makeover. My longish disheveled hair was cut very short and very stylish. It was also very easy to maintain. I could literally roll out of bed and look great.

She totally changed my wardrobe. She put me in more fashionable suits and separates. It took me away from that stuffy 18th century scientist look. Lastly she got rid of my glasses altogether in favor of contacts which she said brought out how nice my eyes were.

She must have known what she was talking about because the next thing I knew I was doing far more TV shows and had even been offered my own show. There were also a lot of women throwing themselves at me. 

I was never a troglodyte or hideous, there had been the occasional student who'd get a crush here or there on me, but it just got ridiculous. There would be rows of women coming to hear me speak and all kinds of nerd girls e-mailing me and swearing to love me forever.

Over the years, I'd often found myself thinking about Chavonne. One of the things I regretted the most was not talking to her after catching her. There were still unresolved feelings and issues there that I was sure someday I'd get over as I was sure that she had.

The funniest thing about it was that I was still on staff at the university. Every appearance and TV show or article I did was advertizing for the school. I was always listed as Dr. Samuel T. Stanford, PHD, Professor of Theoretical Physics from Bozen Scholastic University. Occasionally I even wore a "BS" T-shirt.

I'd spoken to the dean several times over the years and they claimed that my celebrity status had actually boosted enrollment and endowments so they were extremely happy to pay my salary and had actually given me several raises while I'd been away.

So it was very strange when I spoke to the dean over the phone and he asked me to come home and take over the position of Dean of Physics. True, I'd always wanted the job but the outgoing dean and my former boss was a personal friend. Hearing that he'd retired after a long period of illness brought home to me just how long I'd been away.

All of the things I'd been hiding from had probably resolved themselves. I was an older and I truly believe wiser person. I was certainly a different man than the one who'd run away from the school and Chavonne a little over 9 years prior.

For one thing I'd gone to see my old mentor, Professor Harry in Va. several times and he'd tried again to teach me a few things. I think I understood some of them. But it wasn't as easy to apply as Quantum Physics.

Harry's theories on INTELLIGENCE actually scared the shit out of me. Harry shocked me one day when I was insulting the INTELLIGENCE of some of the scientists I'd just delivered a lecture to.

"Those guys shouldn't even fucking be called scientists," I said. Yep I'd started using a lot of fucking profanity over the past 9 years. "They're barely good enough to be Engineers," I whined.

"Ooh, it could be worse," said Harry sarcastically. Harry is always pretty fucking sarcastic, even on his best days. It literally scares the shit out of me when he likes something.

"They could be auto mechanics," he intoned. "Then they'd be absolute morons, right?"

"Right," I said nodding my head several times.

"Sam ,where do you go when there's something wrong with your Mustang?" he asked.

"I take it and have it fixed, Harry," I said.

"Why don't you fix it yourself?" he asked.

"Shit, I don't know much about fixing cars, Harry," I replied.

"So in a sense," he started. "The auto mechanics are smarter than you are, right?"

"Well..." I began.

"Didn't you just say that mechanics are absolute morons?" he asked.

"But..."I said.

"So if the mechanics know more than you do and they're morons doesn't that make you a sub-moron?" he asked.

"But they only know more than I do about one limited subject," I spat.

"Sam, how many cars would you say there are on the planet?" he asked.

"Millions maybe more than that," I said knowing my estimate was very low.

"So millions of people at least, need mechanics," he said. "Now how many people on the planet would you say are interested in Quantum Physics?"

"Probably not very many," I said.

"So in terms of value to humanity or society," he said. "What does the world really need more, a professor of some esoteric science that to most of the world may as well be voodoo, of a good mechanic?"

Before I could answer he cut me off again. "I think I was wrong," he said. "I shouldn't have used voodoo. More people on the planet know about voodoo than string theory. So actually there are more people on Earth who need a good witch doctor than there are people who need professors of Quantum Physics."

"You're very smart Sam," he said. "But the problem is that your INTELLIGENCE is only applicable in a very narrow and not readily necessary field. You have a totally asinine way of assessing and grading INTELLIGENCE. It's like a race car driver judging tractors. He's not going to be very impressed with their acceleration or their speed, because his scale of judging vehicles is skewed very differently."

Harry gave me a lot to think about. I contacted Kim and explained the new situation to her. It was time for me to go home.

Less than two weeks later I drove into town, the roar of my new Mustang Boss 302's exhaust system warning the small sleepy town that I was back.

After a long dusty drive I decided to stop in at Sleepy Joe's Cafe in town. I'd called my mother a few days ago to find out that my house was occupied. I couldn't believe that she'd rented out my house. I'd probably have to stay with her until we could get them out of there.

As I parked my car outside of the Cafe I noticed that it was already attracting attention. I also noticed a very nice looking older Mustang a few parking spots away. It looked just like the one that Chavonne and I had been working on. 

I walked into the Cafe and sat down at a table. The waitress who waited on me took one look at me and the wheels started going around in her head.

"I know you from somewhere," she said.

"Menu please," I replied cheerfully.

Across the Cafe a girl who liked like she was 8 or 9 years old pushed her glasses off of her nose and looked at me. Except for her giant glasses she was a pretty little thing, but that wasn't what got me to notice her. She was reading the latest copy of American Scientific magazine. It had my picture on the cover. I was astounded that a child so young was reading it. Most adults couldn't follow the articles.

I smiled at her and she sipped her coke and came over to my table. 

"Hi," she said. "It's about time you got here." She was looking at me from different angles as if she was assessing me. "I've got a lot of questions for you. And I have a theory too," she said.

I smiled and nodded my head. The little girl was amazing, but there was also something weirdly familiar about her, like she was my niece or a family member's child.

"What the fuck are you doing with my kid?" asked a pissed off voice. "Are you some kind of pervert?"

I turned around to see Greg Hawkes, in the flesh. "I'm not your kid," said the little girl. "I've tried to explain it to you several times. You don't understand the DNA results so I've tried to just tell you that you're simply not smart enough to be my father."

"That's just more of your mother's lies," snapped Hawkes. "Now shut up before I have to teach you some manners. Grown folks are talking."

"How can you teach me something that you yourself don't possess?" asked the girl.

Hawkes turned to her angrily and raised his hand.

"Greg, leave the little girl alone," I said. 

"How the fuck do you know my name?" he sneered. I realized that he didn't recognize me.




Quantum Entanglement



The ensuing nine years hadn't been kind to Greg. He was still big but instead of muscle it was mostly fat. He was weaker, slower and less balanced but he still wasn't any smarter.

He reared back to punch me like the first few times. I guess besides making me stronger and fitter, the nine years of martial arts had changed my reflexes because Greg's big looping punch seemed to come in slow motion. I almost got bored waiting for it.

I blocked the clumsy punch and grabbed his wrist. I turned his arm so that his palm and the inside of his elbow were face up. Then I jammed my hand under his elbow forcing the joint to snap painfully. I didn't hit him hard enough to break it, but his elbow was dislocated.

Then I threw my leg behind his knee and slammed my palm into his chest just below his neck. Again I was being merciful; the same strike a couple of inches higher to his throat could have been deadly.

Greg's heavy upper body falling backwards aided by the leverage of my leg behind his knee flipped him backwards. His head slammed into the table. Greg was knocked out before he hit the ground.

Several people came over to the table wondering what had happened.

"My daddy knocked Greg out," said the little girl. Then I realized that the girl probably hadn't been reading the magazine, she was obviously crazy.

"I saw it," said one man. "Greg tried to hit this guy, and got his ass handed to him."

"Aren't you Professor Stanford from the university?" asked someone else.

I decided that it was a good time to head for my mom's house. So I left.

I drove over to Mom's house and looked at things that have changed over the years that I'd been away. There were a lot of new businesses and even a few new homes that had popped up since I'd been away. 

The strangest thing for me was the fact that no one recognized me. The waitress in the cafe not knowing me was a little bit funny. I'd gone to that café a lot of times with both Alice and Chavonne. That idiot Greg Hawkes not recognizing me was actually good. I couldn't get over how easily I'd taken him down.

One of the things that had stuck out though, was that crazy little girl. She confused the hell out of me. For one thing she seemed really familiar to me. It just felt weird being around her. Hawkes had said she was his daughter. She had claimed she wasn't. And she called me her daddy.

I knew that children sometimes lived in a fantasy world. When things in their lives weren't going the way they expected or wanted they made stuff up. That little girl did seem to be really smart for her age. Maybe she was ashamed of Greg for not being as smart as she'd like, so she'd made of up a fantasy of who she wanted her father to be. 

I wasn't arrogant enough to believe that I was some little girl's dream father, but I was an easy target. A famous scientist who supposedly comes from your town, anyway. Maybe she'd thought about it so often that when I did actually show up, it just flipped her out.

I got out of my car and before I stepped on the porch mom had the door open.

"Sam, you look great!" she said. "Oh my God, I can't believe it. You look like a movie star."

"Mom, I got a haircut, worked out a bit and got contacts," I said. "I'm still the same person you raised. The one who was never smart enough to thank you for all of the things you've done for me during my life."

"Sam, what did you say?" she asked.

"I said I was too stupid to appreciate how great a job you did as my mother," I told you.

She came across the room and felt my forehead. "Sam, are you okay?" she asked smiling. "That's the first time I've ever heard you even hint at the fact that you might not know everything. It's also the first time you've ever thanked anyone for anything."

"Mom, I'm sorry for the way I used to be," I said. "I guess I was too caught up in the science to appreciate reality. I was so busy living in theory that I never really looked at the people around me. I guess you can say I've grown up a bit."

"So did you see Chavonne?" she asked. "What did you think of Samantha?"

"Mom, I haven't seen Chavonne or Alice. But I have no reason to. They've both moved on with their lives and I have too. I have to find a way to do my job for the university and still keep up my schedule of conferences and engagements as well. I'm pretty sure that my new responsibilities will mean that I won't have much time for a social life.

And anyway, if I did want to have one, why would I go back to the people who've already betrayed me? There are plenty of new women out there who deserve their own chance to shit on me, don't you think?"

"Sam, I'm not anywhere near as smart as you are when it comes to science but I do know people and Cha..." she started, but when I looked at her she just stopped speaking and nodded her head.

"Mom, I'll be back later," I said. "Maybe I can take you out to eat. I'm going to stop by the university and get set up for my new job."

I drove over to the university. The guard stopped me when I pulled into the faculty parking lot near the new physics building.

When I told them who I was and showed them my ID they freaked out.

"You're Sam Stanford?" one guard asked.

"Yep," I said.

"As in Dr. Samuel Stanford, PhD?" he asked. "The man that this building is named for?"

"From the TV shows and all of that egghead stuff?" threw in the other guard.

"I guess," I answered.

The first guard took out his phone and leaned down so his face was next to mine. He had the other guard take a picture of us. Then they switched.

"Nice car, Dr. Stanford," said the first guard as he opened the gate so I could finally drive in.

After a few more run-ins with various staff members and students, I finally made it to the physics department office. I opened the door quietly and walked in on a nasally voice berating a couple of people. As I looked I saw a short fat woman pointing her finger and yelling at three other people.

"That isn't the way we do things around here. I'm going to be making a lot of changes as the Assistant Dean of Physics, so you either get with the program or you'll be out the door," she yelled. The two younger people were obviously intimidated by her. When they saw me their eyes widened even further.

"What changes would those be, Alice?" I asked.

She turned around and nearly fell over. Her eyes gave me the once over and at first she didn't quite recognize me. Then it dawned on her and she broke into a smile.

"All decisions regarding the physics department and program come through me, I believe," I said. I walked past Alice and held out my hand to the people she was berating. 

"I've read your file; you're Hiram Daniels aren't you?" I asked. "I love your approach to teaching the principles of sound without any difficult calculations. We'll talk; I'd like to get your advice on some things I'd like to do to introduce some other theories. What you do is brilliant. You bring and keep a lot of young minds interested who'd have washed out otherwise. We need more innovative people like you or science will die out." He just smiled and nodded his head.

"Wendy Hilliard, right?" I asked. "Your classes in Intro to Physics have the greatest number of students moving into the higher levels of physics classes of anyone in the state. Great work and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask." I shook her hand and she seemed hesitant to let go of mine.

"I cannot believe this," I said. "Dan Springer, I taught you Basic Physics myself. You're a professor now? I'm getting old."

"Alice, I'd like to speak to you in my office where ever that is," I said sharply.

We walked down the hall with her gushing and staring at me all the way. Once we were inside the office and the door was closed, she started.

"Sam, Honey I'm so glad you're back," she gushed. "You look great; I was such a fool to ever let you go. Now that we'll be working together again I hope..."

"Alice," I said. "Who made you the assistant Dean? From my talk with both Dean Martin and the board of directors, I was under the impression that I'd be choosing my own staff."

"Well I j..." she began again.

"The past is over Alice. I have nothing against you. Everything between us was ancient history, but at the same time, you won't get any favors from me. I'll be picking my own second in command and it won't be you. Besides you have enough problems of your own to take care of don't you?" 

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I've looked at the schedule of classes," I began. "You don't teach anything on a regular basis, you have no research grants, you're not working on any projects and haven't for over five years and you have never published anything. What the hell do you do here to justify your salary?"

She looked shocked. "I uhm...I help with..." she said. I knew that she'd been trading on being my ex wife but now I was calling the pigeons home to roost.

"Alice, I'll be sitting down with the entire staff next week. I'll probably be hiring an assistant and a few administrative aids. I'll also be going over the staff roster and seeing who is doing what. At that time I'll be making a few changes and giving a few raises as incentives for good work. I'll also be demoting and letting a few people retire as need be. Please figure out what you do by then," I said.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" she asked smiling.

"No Alice, I wouldn't," I said smiling just as much.

"Sam, are you seeing anyone?" she asked.

"Not your business Alice," I said. "Your business is making sure you aren't going to retire soon."

"You wouldn't really force me to...?" she asked.

"Yes I would," I said.

"But don't you want us to get back together? Intellectually there's no one around here who is close to your equal. I was so glad when you left that little cow you'd moved into my house that I jumped for joy," she laughed. "You coming home is great for us."

"Alice, I don't want "Us," to be anything," I said. "There is no "Us," and it's not your house. There never will be an "Us," again. You threw "Us," away when you cheated on me on a whim. You didn't look for INTELLIGENCE in the guy you fucked so do not use it as a benchmark for people I hook up with either. Seriously you should just be glad I'm not the kind of man who needs revenge."

She left very angry, slamming the door on her way out.

I drove back to my Mom's apartment. As I walked in I smelled something wonderful cooking. "Mom, I told you I was going to take you out to eat. Why'd you cook?" I asked.

"We have guests for dinner," she said.

I went into the living room and as I got ready to sit down Chavonne came out of the kitchen. I was instantly on guard.

"Sam," she said softly. Her face was a mixture of things. It was at once as beautiful as it had ever been, but there were a few lines on it to show that she'd matured over the time I'd been away. When I left she was in her early twenties, barely a woman, but now she was in her early thirties and at the peak of her physical beauty. Her breasts were larger now than they'd been then and they hung lower on her frame. Her waist though nowhere near thick was definitely a bit bigger and her ass was rounder and lower as well.

She was still extremely beautiful. Then she took a tentative step towards me. So naturally I took one back away from her.

"Why are you here?" I snapped. She looked as if I'd slapped her. I was trying to remain unemotional and keep her at a distance but truthfully seeing her again only brought out what I'd lost or had taken from me.

"Your mother thinks we should talk," she said quietly. "And I want us to talk too."

"We don't have shit to talk about," I said angrily. 

"Sam you have every right to hate me and to be angry at me," she said. "I did a very dumb thing for what I thought was a good reason. But as you already know and have always known, I try really hard, but I'm not that smart. I know I'm a dummy." she was beginning to cry.

"Chavonne, you're not a dummy," I said. "Don't ever say that."

"Oh I'm worse than that," she said. "Your ex once called me an utter moron, remember? She actually got cuter than that after you left. Now she calls me an udder moron because of these," she pointed at her breasts.

"I know what I am, Sam," she said. "I'm a fuck doll. Guys always took one look at me and just wanted to fuck me. Then they'd get bored with me and move on. I had a great thing going with a guy who was really smart and treated me like a fucking princess, and I did a really dumb thing and messed it all up."

"I'm sure you had your reasons," I said. "You can only take being tortured for so long."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Sam?" she asked. "I loved being with you. I loved every fucking second of every God damned day that we had. Don't you ever say anything like that; there was nothing wrong with anything we had."

"Oh yeah, I can really believe that," I said. 

"Yeah you can," she snapped. "If you can't then maybe you're not as fucking smart as everyone thinks you are. Why is it so damned hard for you to realize that I love you Sam?"

"Well let's see," I said. "There was that thing about me walking in and finding you fucking the same guy who fucked my ex wife. There was also the fact about you laughing at me while he put me down."

She started crying then really hard. "God damn you're stupid," she snapped. "I can't believe I've wasted my whole life on someone that stupid."

"Well you didn't have to," I said. "We've both moved on with our lives, so if I'm that stupid you can just go home to whoever you're fucking now."

"You've moved on Sam," she said. "I'm still the same. I still live in your house. I can't even call it our house because you never married me. I know you wanted to. I cried for a week straight a couple of years ago when I was cleaning and found the ring. You moved on Sam. You travel all over the world doing TV shows and writing papers. I have to sit in the house and be reminded of you every day. I have to look into those eyes and realize the stupid thing I did to drive away the only man I ever loved." I started wondering what the hell she was talking about. Whose eyes was she looking into? Shit, if she didn't like him, just get rid of him. Why blame me?

"There are plenty of men in this town who'd give their left nut to be with you," I said. "It wouldn't be hard for you to replace me."

"Sam, I love you. When I look into those eyes every morning there's simply no way that anyone else would ever do. So for a long time now it's just been me, my purple vibrator and what you left behind," she said.

"Memories fade with time," I said. "Throw those old pictures away and trade your vibrator in on the real thing. Everything I left behind can simply be put away or burned."

"You really don't know do you?" she asked.

She moved over to me and pulled me down on the couch next to her. "Mom, how long before the roast is done?" she yelled.

"About a half hour," my Mom screamed. "I wanted it to be ready for when I bring Sam over then, I'm leaving now. How's it going?"

"Not well," yelled Chavonne.

I was sitting on the couch and she pulled herself right next to me and flung one of those long legs over mine. My dick thought it was the old days and rose instantly.

"Some parts of you still like me," she said.

"But that isn't the part that's in control," I said.

"It never was," she said. "Sam, I liked you a lot from the very first time I saw you. I switched my physics class to get into yours. You just looked so cute and so vulnerable. But once I got to know you I realized that you were also caring and kind. All of my life I've been built like this. I'm not smart, but I'm not that stupid either.

I know what men want from me. Most of the men I knew couldn't wait to get their hands on me or other body parts. I learned how to pretty much get anything I wanted just by bending over a little bit. The first time I remember anyone telling me "No," was you. I figured I'd get you to help me out in your class and you suggested other tutors.

Then I figured that maybe you just hadn't gotten the message, so at the faculty/student mixer I just laid myself all over you. I put my tits right on you and just stayed there. None of the other guys, students or staff could even concentrate. You just politely offered me a seat next to you.

I knew then that I was attracted to you. You saw me as a person not just a bunch of body parts. I tried as hard as I could to get you to notice me but for some reason it just didn't work. 

Then I got into trouble. I got evicted. I stayed with Greg Hawkes, that bastard, for a couple of days. The deal we made was if he let me stay with him for a week, I had to fuck him. I couldn't stand him so after two days I moved out. I decided I'd rather be homeless than fuck that asshole. You came to my rescue. I loved you even more then. But I knew that you were a man and you'd expect something in exchange for letting me stay with you.

The funny thing was, with you I was ready and willing to pay it. You moved me into a much better place, you treated me far better. I was really happy. I kept expecting you to make a move on me but it just never happened. Then I realized that I wanted it to happen so I started going after you. But nothing happened then either.

Finally I used the thunderstorm to get into your bed. During the night I scooted right up against you. Your dick was as hard as a fucking rock. I put your hands on my tits. You woke up and apologized. I was sure I was going to have to rape you.

The next night there was no fucking way I was going back into my room and sleeping alone so I forced my way back into your bed. I told you we'd talk about it in the morning because I was sure that we'd be making love that night. You have to understand during the month or so that we'd been together by then, I was in heaven. To me it was like we were newlyweds. We slept together, we ate together, we did everything together except for having sex and I wanted the whole thing. I was already in love with you by then but I had no clue of how you felt.

Then it happened and it blew the top of my fucking head off. The sex was great, you didn't just fuck me, and we tried things and positions. It mattered to you that I enjoyed it too. You didn't just squeeze my tits and use me like a blowup doll. I loved making love with you. 

The thing that made it even better was afterwards. I'm not just talking about us cuddling after sex, though that was wonderful too. I'm talking about after we started having sex. Most guys once they get what they want, they start feeling like they don't have to try anymore. Mission accomplished, the pussy is mine. But Sam, you started finding things for us to do together even more. Like when we started restoring my car. We started learning to work on cars together as equals. It was something for us to grow into together. It just made me love you even more. Too much in fact, because something we didn't know about happened.

You didn't know it but Greg was still putting pressure on me to sleep with him. He kept saying I owed him. I told him that our deal was that if I stayed with him for a week I had to fuck him and I'd only been there for a couple of days.

He said that by my staying there at all, I had to fuck him. Even though I'd only been there two days it wasn't his fault I'd left.

The morning that you caught us I'd gone to the doctor's office. On my way home I ran into Greg. I was already nervous about how you'd react. On one hand I was even happier than I'd ever been, but I was also a little bit scared. I really wasn't thinking straight. So I just decided to go ahead and get rid of Greg once and for all.

I figured that you'd be in class until later. I'd let Greg have his little piece and he'd be out of our lives, problem solved. 




Quantum Entanglement



I didn't enjoy anything that happened with him. I don't know if you remember this or not but I kept my clothes on while he fucked me. As far as I was concerned I belonged to you. He didn't get to play with the titties or even see them. All he got to do was fuck me and get lost.

You misunderstood another thing too Sam. When he asked about how he compared to you and I laughed. Honey, I was laughing at him, because he was younger and bigger and all of that bullshit, but there was no way he compared to you. I got more pleasure out of just lying down and watching TV in our bed with you than I got from fucking him.

Then you were there in the room and I just went into shock. Then that asshole hit you. I wanted to kill him. He only did it because he knew that there was no way I'd ever leave you for him. He felt emasculated so he had to show his superiority over you the only way he could. 

He wasn't smarter than you; he wasn't as good a lover as you were so he had to resort to violence.

I was torn between running after him and beating the crap out of him and making sure you were okay. Naturally you won. I went to get you some ice and when I got back you were gone. I waited for you for a long time but you never came back. The next day I got to meet Mom for the first time. I told her I'd leave as soon as I found a place to stay. She looked at the pictures of us together and told me that in those pictures you were happy. She'd never seen you happy away from a science lab before.

I ended up telling her our whole story and she told me I didn't have to ever leave. Especially when I told her what you left behind. I started working in the cafe as a waitress. I didn't have to worry about rent, but I still needed food and other things so I had to have money.

Of course there were guys coming out of the woodwork hitting on me. Then I started having problems with Greg too."

"He wanted more huh?" I asked interrupting her story.

"Yep, that and he was running around town claiming that he got me pregnant. I guess in his mind that really made him a man. After my baby was born he started telling everyone that he was the father. It was like he'd won a prize and beat out all of the other guys who wanted to fuck me. He was the one who knocked me up booyah!

I tried telling him that there was no way he could be the father, but he wouldn't believe me. So I got a DNA test done. The test showed conclusively that he was not the father. He claimed that I'd faked the test to deny him his parental rights. The idiot even filed suit to try to get partial custody."

I started to feel really weird then remembering what the little girl in town had said.

"Chavonne, who is your baby's father then?" I asked.

At that same moment my Mom got back. And the little girl from town bounded into the apartment. She took one look at us and came right over to the couch and forced us apart and sat between us.

"Daddy, what do they call the threshold of a black hole?" she asked.

"The event horizon," I replied.

"Mom what do they call the center of a black hole?" she asked.

"Ask your father," said Chavonne.

The little girl looked back at me. "The singularity," I said.

"See there's no way that Greg idiot is my Daddy," she snapped.

I looked at Chavonne as the little girl went to the kitchen in response to my Mom's call.

"That's what I found out at the doctor's office that morning," said Chavonne. "When I made that stupid decision to get rid of Greg, I was already six weeks pregnant with your baby. Part of the reason why I did such a stupid thing was that I was full of hormones and emotions due to the pregnancy. And let's face it I'm just not that smart. All I wanted was to settle down and make babies with the man I love and live our life. I just wanted Greg out of it. And the easiest way to do it just seemed to be to give him what he wanted." 

"Her name is Samantha. If you want I can show you the DNA test results or have another one done."

"There's no need," I said. "I felt it from the first time I saw her in the cafe. As soon as she's old enough the glasses have to go. She's too pretty to go through life saddled with those things."

"She got my looks and your brains," smirked Chavonne. "I know I messed up my life with you Sam, but please don't take my stupidity out on your daughter. She needs you." I could see her starting to tear up again. I had a lot to think about.

"Why don't the two of you have dinner together," she said. "I'll leave so you don't have to ruin your dinner by having me around. I just wanted to tell you what actually happened and how sorry I am for messing us up." She started crying again and got up.

"Chavonne, stay," I said. I reached up and wiped the tears from her face. "I guess I have a lot to think about and I'm not promising you anything, but at least we can be friends, and if you'll let me, co-parents. I've missed a lot of my daughter's life so I want to be there for the rest of it."

"Daddy we have hundreds of pictures," said Samantha. "I'll show them to you after dinner."

After dinner Sam fell asleep in my lap while we looked through an album of her baby pictures. Chavonne just sat in a chair across from us watching. Her face alternated between happiness and sadness occasionally.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm so happy seeing the two of you together," she said.

"Then why the sad face?" I asked.

"Because if I hadn't been so stupid this is how my life...our life would have been from the beginning. I messed up the best thing in my life to get rid of an absolute asshole," she said.

That started the water works all over again. As much as I wanted to be stoic and emotionless, I had to admit that in my mind I'd forgiven her. Call me a wimp if you have to, but I still loved her.

I sat down next to her and hugged her, wiping her tears again. 

"Sam you shouldn't do that," she said softly.

"Do what?" I asked.

"You know the touching thing," she said. 

"I can see that now," I said. It looked like her nipples had exploded, they were suddenly visible through her sweatshirt.

"It's been a very long time," she said, almost whining.

"Oh," I said. I could already tell where the conversation was headed. It put me in an interesting predicament. I was pretty damned sure that Chavonne was about to tell me that she'd spent the past 9 years doing without. Women were sometimes like that. My mom had seemingly lost interest in sex after my dad died 14 or 15 years ago.

The problem was that up until about 4 days ago I'd engaged in sex regularly. There were always available women and truthfully I'd been trying my ass off to get over Chavonne.

I couldn't figure out whether to be totally honest with her or not. Chavonne, after we'd gotten together had slept with one asshole who'd put a lot of pressure on her and caught her when she was emotionally vulnerable.

I on the other hand though I'd waited until our relationship had ended in my mind, had slept with a revolving door or women some of whom had been one night stands. I was also sure that some of them may have even been married. 

After what Alice had put me through I lost all faith in the institution of marriage. I guess I figured that I'd honored my marriage vows and been a good guy but it hadn't earned me shit.

Lately I'd just gone for the fun.

"Hello, Sam. I'm still here," said Chavonne. "Remember me?"

"Sorry," I said.

"We were talking and then you just zoned out," she said.

I moved my arm from around her and moved away from her. 

"Oh no!" she said. "Fuck no! I am not going through this shit again. At least not without getting my batteries charged."

"What are you talking about now?" I asked.

She moved back towards me. Her eyes never left me. I could see the rising and falling of her chest and the determined look on her face.

"Sam, I love you more than anything I can think of," she said. "I know that I did a really, really dumb thing, but it was almost 10 years ago. Since then I've lived like a fucking nun. Yes, I've had my purple vibrator and my dreams of you coming back and forgiving me and..." she looked around to be sure that Samantha wasn't in the room. We were safe though because my Mom had laid her down somewhere to sleep.

After making sure that Samantha wasn't nearby she continued. "Where was I?" she asked. "Oh yeah dreams of you coming back and forgiving me and just fucking the living shit out of me. But now having you back for real and just sitting there is taking its toll on me, Sam."

I started backing up. "Chavonne, I..."

"Shut up Sam," she said. "You still love me too, I can see it in your eyes. I saw it from the second you walked in the God damned door. It isn't even lust. You still love me. I'll bet you're wondering how I know, aren't you?"

I nodded my head.

"Sam a few minute ago we were on that couch and most guys, when they saw my nipples that hard would have known what I want. Even if I told them that I didn't want it, they'd be all over me getting what they want. Not you. Not my Sam. You're worried about how this will affect me and us even while your pants are about to rip from your hard on."

I looked down and noticed for the first time that my pants were tented obscenely.

"The only question in my mind is where, Sam," she said. "I really think we should go home because I don't think Samantha needs to hear what's going to happen."

"But, I didn't say that we were back together or anything like that," I sputtered.

"We are Sam," she spat. "We were never apart. I did a dumb thing and it took you 9 years to get over it."

"I didn't say anything about us having sex," I said. She was rubbing my arms now with a hungry look in her eyes.

"We are soooo definitely doing that," she said. "One way or another and very soon."

"What if I say no," I asserted.

"Then I'll just push you down and take what I want, Sam" she said.

"I won't let you," I said.

She pushed her breasts against my stomach and rubbed her crotch against mine.

"Sam, I know you're not the same guy who left here. I heard about what you did to Greg. I was in the kitchen of the Cafe while you were there. I work there. I know you're stronger and faster and all of that bullshit. But it won't matter one bit."

"Why not?" I croaked as her hand started rubbing my erection through my pants.

"Because, you still love me after all of this time. You've already forgiven me, no matter what bullshit comes out of your mouth. And you'd chew off your own arm before you'd hurt me and we both know it. So are we going home or are we going to get nasty right here on the floor in your mother's living room?"

"Let's go," I said.

"Let's go, where?" she asked. "I need to hear you say it."

"Let's go, to the house," I spat.

"Whose house is it Sam?" she asked.

"Your house," I said.

"Sam, I don't own it," she said. "You know what I want to hear." She started unzipping my pants and I could feel her heartbeat, through her sweat shirt.

"Our house," I said. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the door. Once outside she saw my car for the first time and stopped dead.

"Holy shit, that thing is gorgeous," she said. 

"Uhm, I thought you were all horny," I said.

"I still am," she snapped. "But some things you just have to make time for. What model is this?"

"It's a Mustang," I said. 

"I know that silly," she said. "Be more specific."

"It's a Boss 302. It's got a Paxton supercharger that puts out about a hundred horsepower more than the factory unit did. right now I'm running just under 500 horsepower," I said.

"Shut the fuck up!" she said. "I'm driving us home."

"Uhm, nobody drives my car, Chavonne," I said firmly.

"Okay," she said in a tiny little voice. "I'm just glad to have you back. Back in the three places you belong."

"What three places?" I asked confused.

"My life, Our daughter's life and my bed," she said.

It looked like she was about to cry again. I threw her the keys. "I knew you still loved me," she smirked. "I'll be gentle with her. She has to get used to me."

As Chavonne started the car she left the driver's side door open so she could hear the sound of the exhaust system unencumbered by the doors and windows. My respect for her grew.

Once she started driving, she let the windows down and didn't bother to turn on the radio. The 8 piston concerto, focused through my Cherry Bomb exhaust was music enough for both of us.

Things like that reminded me of why I'd fallen in love with Chavonne in the first place.

We took off down the road at a pretty good clip. The car's ass end broke loose in the first couple of turns and Chavonne had to wrestle her back in line. I was glad that the distance to the house wasn't that far and that there were no cops in the area.

As soon as we got to the house, Chavonne started stripping off clothing. Her shoes were left by the car. Her sweatshirt was off before we got all the way on the porch. Her bra was off before I got the door open. The old man who lived next door was sitting on his porch catching and early evening breeze. He caught more than that.

His cigar fell into his lap as he stared at Chavonne's large unfettered breasts and saw her begin to pull her pants down.

I yanked her inside the house just as the meaty part of her ass came into view.

Before I closed the door, I caught an earful of him screaming as the lit cigar in his lap over-heated his own sensitive areas that he'd left unprotected.

Back inside the house Chavonne was clawing at her panties trying to get naked as fast as she could. She lifted the offending clothing item off of her last leg and dropped them immediately. I could tell how wet her panties were by the sound they made as they hit the floor.

Then she turned towards me. She grabbed my shirt and ripped the front of it open. I figured we'd be finding buttons all over the living room for the next few months. She gently pulled the shirt off of me and started kissing her way down my chest.

"Oh my God Sam," she said. "I love your chest. Where'd you get the muscles from?"

Then she opened the front of my pants and pulled them down. She yanked them down so quickly that I fell.

She pounced on me and pulled my boxers down as well.

Then she sat back and laughed. "Your underwear has little beer bottles on them," she laughed.

"Dos Equis," I smirked. "I don't always..."

"Don't say it," she laughed. That was the last thing she said before she swallowed my dick. I think that Chavonne was like a starving man who sits down in front of a feast.

She went after too much too soon. She ended up gagging on it and having the head of my penis painfully go down her throat. She was choking and sputtering and unable to catch her breath. 

I started laughing at her then and she started to cry.

"Sam Damn it, I can't help it. Do you know how long I've dreamed about this?" she cried.

"Chavonne, there's no need to rush it. We're not a couple of wolves in heat. We don't have to attack each other." I held out my hand and slowly walked her up the stairs. 

"It'll be much better here," I said. "I'm not interested in just a quick fuck with some bitch. I want to make love to the woman I've loved for a very long time."

"Oh Sam, you can have me any way you want me," she said.

And that's what we did. We started out very slowly getting to know each other's bodies again. Her breasts were even larger and sagged just a tiny bit but I liked it. Her ass was wider, she'd been through child birth. Her tummy was not quite as tight as it had been, but I loved her body even more. The overall shape was somehow sexier.

In my opinion a woman's body has always been more than the sum of the parts. Our coupling was the same, at first tentative and gentle. Increasing in both tempo and intensity until she started moaning and crying out. As she got close to her orgasm she started screaming and I had to pause.

"Chavonne Damn it, the windows are open and the neighbors are out," I said laughing.

"I don't care," she snapped. "Get that thing back in me or I'll start screaming to everyone out there, that we're in here fucking up a storm."

We laughed and then got back to business this time with her on top of me. She lowered her mouth to mine and tried to catch my tongue with her lips. Then started sucking it as she pumped her hips ever faster and harder into me. She was obviously trying to get as much of me as far up in her as she could muster.

"Oh Sam," she screamed out collapsing on me. I rolled her over onto to her stomach and started nibbling her back. My still hard penis made little slapping sounds as it smacked into the flesh of her ass. I wrapped my hands under her stomach and pulled her up. Then I pushed myself into her sopping wet vagina and we started again. 

Within a few moments I was very close. Sam you'd better be careful," she said.

"Careful of what?" I asked.

"I haven't had sex in so long I didn't need to be on the pill or anything," she said. "And you've already proven your ability to get me pregnant pretty easily."

I noticed that as she spoke she hadn't stopped pushing her ass against me. "If you're worried about it, why aren't you stopping?" I asked.

"I'm not worried about it," she said. "I already told you, you can have whatever you want from me. But I'm warning you this time you won't be able to get away from me. I'm done doing stupid things."

Before I could even answer, I lost all control and flooded her insides with the biggest load I'd had since I could remember.

"Oh God Sam, It's soooo hot," she moaned. "I think I'm gonna cum again. I can feel it way deep in me."

As I tried to lie down next to her, I looked throught the window and noticed something moving in the backyard out of the corner of my eye. I jumped off the bed just in time to see a fat flabby white ass with tan lines above it and cellulite deposits that gave it a nasty cottage cheese appearance disappearing around the side of the garage.

"What's wrong Sam?" asked Chavonne. She was lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. I lay down next to her and took her into my arms. 

In the darkness I could see tears sparkling on her face. I kissed them away. "What's wrong now?" I asked.

"We shouldn't have done that," she said.

"Oh God," I said confused. "Why not. I thought it was great. I thought it was what you want too."

"It was," she cried. "But I don't think I could live without doing that again. I love you Sam. I always have. I'll do anything you want. Just please give me another chance. You'll never regret it. I swear."

"Chavonne, what the hell are you talking about?" I asked. "I thought that we'd already figured all of this out."

"You mean it?" she said. "Guys always say one thing before they fuck you but most of the time they don't remember it afterwards."

Then she hugged me even tighter. "I love you Sam."

"I love you too Chavonne," I said meaning it.

"Do you think I'm pregnant yet?" she asked.

"I have no idea," I said. "But I had no idea the first time either."

"Then we'd probably better do it again," she said.

The next morning we showed back up at my Mom's apartment. We were barely able to stand up and had to hold onto each other for balance.

"You two look really tired," said my Mom smirking.

"How can you guys be that tired first thing in the morning?" asked Samantha.

"We were up all night...talking," said Chavonne.

"That must have been a lot of talking," said Samantha. "Mommy you always say that I talk too much. But I've never talked so much that I couldn't walk."

"I talked your Daddy into coming back home and living with us," smirked Chavonne.

"That's so great," shrieked Samantha. "Now I have someone to talk to about space and stuff."

"Why would someone be in our hot tub?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Chavonne. "Oh, sometimes the neighbors sneak into it when we're not there. I put a sign up saying that it was broken and dangerous. That seems to keep them out."