4 comments/ 16541 views/ 2 favorites Dating Dixie By: Egmont Grigor CHAPTER 1 Waiting to be conferred with his double Master's degree in business administration and computer science, Palmer Dumas waved back as his overly proud mom and Aunt Phyllis and now there was his sister Susan, who a week ago received her doctorate, waving. He wasn't embarrassed because everyone in the crowded auditorium was waving at someone. He regretted his beloved high school teacher Miss Hoffman was not there to see Palmer Dumas, one of her star students, take to the stage. He was pushed forward by the line of waving students and heard his name called and that shriek was his mother's baby sister. Palmer had already decided to get Phyllis away with a few drinks that evening before they went out to dinner and fuck her in the laundry. Phyllis was only eight years his senior and had appeared to be angling for it. Last Sunday Phyllis had even put her foot on to his crotch at the table and he realized she'd taken her shoe off because he had felt her toes working on his growing erection. She'd then winked at him. Actually he'd rather his fuck tonight, graduation night, had been Miss Hoffman. "Palmer Dumas," he heard an irritated call. God, where was he? Someone shoved him from behind and he staggered to the rostrum like a drunk. He heard his academic record read out: Top scholar in his year in business admin, top scholar in his year also in computer science, captain of the university's men's swimming team and highest individual scorer of the men's senior soccer team. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good boy Palmer. Daddy and mommy were so proud they had given him a car and Phyllis would probably donated her pussy to him for the evening. "Son, didn't you hear me. I've announce you would speak on behalf of your fellow graduates," whispered President Dumas, his grandfather. Palmer gave the stirring speech everyone had expected, although not quite hearing what they had expected from him. But those lined up waiting for their introduction, congratulations and receipt of their scroll laughed and clapped and cheered because they were all intoxicated -- either by liquor or excitement or both. "I arrived at this university broke and I leave in exactly the same way -- broke. But the journey from that stumbling beginning -- I seem to remember I was drunk on my first day -- became an amazing journey. An impressive team of professors, assistant professors, coaches and support personnel profoundly influenced me. Whenever I fell I was picked up, dusted and urged to do my very best. Most of these supportive zealots were fellow female students in bed urging me to try again [that drew mainly appalled silence]. But away from the dorms that same push to achieve highest goals came from my dedicated tutors. And look where that got me? Up here talking to you guys. This is a great university and has prepared us well for our careers ahead by employing tutors with guts, vision and commitment. It's a super university you run here grandpa. Congratulations to my fellow graduates and thank you everyone for being here today to honor us." That left fellow graduates cheering and almost everyone in the audience standing and clapping. * * * At drinks before the Dumas party went to dinner, meeting the Hawkins party there (the families were great friends and Dixie Hawkins had also graduated that day in education), Phyllis had open-mouthed kissed Palmer four times within forty minutes so at the fourth time they'd disengaged under the watchful eye of her latest husband Ted, Palmer whispered, "Meet me in the laundry in five minutes." Palmer went to the laundry a few minutes later and his young aunt was already sitting up on the bench, dress hitched to around her hips and waving her panties around her head. "Lick me," she commanded. Palmer had been known as one of the best on campus for fellatio -- according to women -- so Phyllis lasted less that five minutes before she grasped Palmer's wavy brown hair in one hand, slapped the other over her mouth and screamed into orgasm. There was lube galore so after wiping his mouth on her panties he slid in his erection with ease, their crotches slapping together, pinning her against the wall as her eyes rolled and she slumped into a second orgasm as his thick seven and a half inches filled her and sent her over the top. Phyllis was perky, exposing her little tits at him and crooning, "Suck, suck." But as soon as he did that she cried, "Hurry, hurry, Ted will be arriving in a minute to kill us." She clamped and Palmer blurted, emptying into her aunt and thinking how mistaken he'd been to think how some of those top young women were so good at drawing the best from a guy in a way older dames wouldn't be able to match. He felt totally drained as Phyllis had almost pulled the head of his cock as it had begun spurting and had milked him until he was running on empty. That part of their adultery had lasted almost ninety seconds. Even more remarkable, they were back in the lounge within view of her husband before Ted had finished the bottle of beer he'd started when they'd left for the laundry. Oh, so smooth. That had been a great fuck hadn't it, the culmination of years of desire? Don't kid yourself, he thought sadly. No, the woman he ought to have been fucking was his beloved high school teacher Miss Hoffman. The only child of an English girl's school principal and a German chemical engineer, Miss Hoffman had arrived in the country as a six-year-old with her parents and under the persuasion of her mother studied education for a degree in education. She had been Palmer's most influential and memorable tutor at Metropolitan High School. As his sexuality began to flow he'd resolved at high school graduation to date and seduce his brilliant Miss Hoffman. Of course he never attempted that, figuring after graduation that the age gap between them was too much. Miss Hoffman would have been at least in her late forties. Palmer did however write to Miss Hoffman expressing his gratitude to her for the interest she'd taken in him and for the manner in which she'd opened his eyes educationally. He received back a cheerful reply and warm congratulations, the letter smelling of Jasmine. So that was the end of Miss Hoffman, or so he thought. At the two-family university graduation dinner, Palmer's blue eyes kept locking with the incredibly light blue eyes of Dixie Hawkins. The two mothers had been trying for some years to match up the two casual friends but good-girl Dulce had remained aloof from good-time Palmer. Palmer was at the freshman's party when a drunken guy called Dulce Dixie and for some reason, to the horror of Dulce's mom, the name stuck and even Dulce soon began calling herself Dixie. During a boring exchange between the two fathers that had stilled other conversations, Palmer inclined his head at Dixie. She emerged a minute later and found him waiting outside the women's restroom. She bit her lip and pulled him through the door. "God you are so blatant." "Well I didn't think you'd want to be fucked in the men's washroom." "We'll not do that until we are engaged." "Right, what else do you wish to talk about Dixie?" "Us." "We have little in common without sex Dixie. I'm off back to the table. You look lovely tonight. Pity you don't fuck." A few minutes later Palmer watched Dixie resume her seat. He smiled at her and she smiled back wanly. Only then did he notice the reddened rims around her eyes. He looked away. * * * The country was slipping into economic recession and when Palmer turned up to begin work with his new employer who'd recruited him while Palmer was still at college, Mr Soper said sadly, "I'm sorry Palmer but I'm firing staff in order to survive. I'll have to break my contract with you. Sue me if you wish." "No that's fine," Palmer said, standing up and shaking hands, telling the worried looking owner of the Job Search Consultancy that it was a lesson for him in economic realism. Two weeks later Palmer was thinking about returning to university to study management. He had planned to study on-line while working but could not find work. Then Dixie's father called. Over lunch Robert Hawkins said he and the family were fine but Dixie was looking rather lethargic and had started her teaching career. "Now Palmer, let's talk business." Robert operated a company with three partners employing another thirteen accountants plus support staff. The company contracted out accountancy and auditing services but its business was shrinking. "We have some hard decisions to make but it's best we partners don't make them unilaterally but we must possess the facts before we act. As managing partner and principal stockholder I wish to recruit you for three months as an independent consultant with fresh ideas to review our operations and to recommend to the board what steps it must take to consolidate its business viability." "I'm surprised you wish me to work for you." "I'm aware you have gravely disappointed my daughter Palmer but this is business," Robert said dryly. "I suggest you keep away from Dixie and her mother and they won't be any the wiser. Oh, you'll have to ask you mom to keep her mouth shut." "Okay, but if they find out so what? Let's talk terms and conditions boss," Palmer grinned. "Call me Robert. Only insubordinates call me boss." A few days later Palmer learned from his mom Dixie was teaching at their former high school. Both mothers had also gone to that high school. Shortly after that Dixie called him. "Hi, can we meet over coffee on Saturday morning." "Okay but if you wish to tell me you are becoming engaged to someone I don't mind you telling me now." "No," Dixie said. "This is business, well sort of." "I'm intrigued. Maxine's at 9:45?" "Why not 10:00?" "Because women will agree to meet there at 10:00 and we'll have to wait in line." Dixie laughed at said college had taught him to use his brain. He laughed but wondered whether that was a spike aimed at his black heart. Palmer was seated when Dixie arrived and his interest in her flicked as she drew closer. At college Dixie had been on the fringe of a large feminist group the guys called lesbians, ignorant to the fact the young women, in the early stages of sexual awakening, were herding in defense against maraudering males. Palmer had lingering doubts about Dixie since the time after high school graduation, when they were waiting to begin college; they'd gone on with her parents on the lake in her dad's big cruiser. They'd been on a sofa in the saloon together, bored, and during a big of messing around Palmer had managed to get a finger into her without objection. But afterwards she didn't look at him or speak to him for almost three hours. If Dixie's reaction hadn't been that of a gay person then what was it? The first thing he noticed on this occasion was she was wearing a tighter bra and her breasts were hoisted high and looking pretty good under her white t-shirt and her high black skirt almost took his breath away as the thighs looked sleek and sexy. This was Dixie? And she was wearing full make-up, like she'd worn at graduation and at dinner that night. He scrambled to his feet and kissed her before she had time to object. She startled him by kissing back and then saying, "That was a lovely greeting." Palmer knew that was the code of shyer women for saying that was a lovely kiss. He decided to push it. "I wasn't sure how to greet you. At college you appeared on the fringe of that lesbian group." "Well I did experiment a bit..." She flushed, realizing what she was saying, but then two dark red spots appeared on her cheeks and she snapped, "How dare you." "What? What's wrong?" "You are probing into my personal life." "Well you have me confused. You associated with that group and wore soft bras like they did and showing no leg and now you arrive here with your tits up high." "How rude. Please call them breasts." "Okay." "Oh no. Don't call them anything." Palmer sighed and said now she had him really confused. "What do you want -- just coffee or food?" "Iced coffee please, no food." When Palmer's thick meat sandwich arrived with his black coffee Dixie eyed the sandwich with distaste. "What?" he asked. "Nothing." "Liar." "As you wish." " I want to know what you were thinking?" "Too much meat is bad for your health." "I don't wish to cut back and reduce my sex drive." He grinned and met her steely gaze. "I'm teaching at our old high school. It's really quite eerie." "Yeah, it must have been at first." "I was asked how teacher's pet was doing?" "Oh yeah, and who would that be?" "Miss Hoffman." "God, she must be a hundred by now." "She's fifty-one but is retiring at the end of this year when she'll take up the post of chief archivist at City Hall." "She's an institution at school. I thought she would have stayed in that classroom until she dropped dead." "No, she had planned for this late-in-life career change, completing a Master's in library science four years ago to add to her Ph D in Education." "What Miss Hoffman has a doctorate?" "Yes, gained when she went to university after college and before she took up teaching. You don't know much about Miss Hoffman, do you?" "No, I really don't. What did you tell her about me?" "That you are a happy graduate unable to find a job." "But I am working with a 3-month contract." Dixie looked at him doubtfully. "Oh yes?" "Yeah and for big money because it's important work." "For whom are you working?" "Why don't you ask your father?" Dixie stared and him and she turned pale. "Oh god, I heard daddy saying to mom he'd hired someone to investigate downsizing the firm. Oh god, it's you isn't it?" "Yeah but don't mention this to your mom. I guess you know your mom and my mom want us two to marry?" Dixie spat, "That's not likely to happen. May we talk about something else?" "What, Dr Hoffman." Breaking into a smile Dixie said, "As a matter of fact that's an excellent choice and is the reason why I called this meeting... er... invited you to coffee. I represent three members of a committee appointed by the school principal to organize a farewell for Miss Hoffman. Mr Peach suggested we invite an influential former pupil to chair the meeting and suggested the Mayor but he turned me down flat, saying he's far too busy. So I thought of you, a top academic achiever." "Ah, you can't find anyone else and why on earth would you want a committee to organize a farewell? Just dump on the school administrator." "Because as you so rightly said earlier, Miss Hoffman is an institution. Mr Peach wants a mini school reunion to see her off. I have the list of all students she taught but a great number are without current addresses. We have decided to send out 1200 invitations and that could result in perhaps 400 people registering the attend the farewell dinner-dance-presentation." "So we plan for an attendance of 430?" "No 400." "Statistically we should calculate with a plus/minus but traditionally caterers under-estimate so I say 420 plus 7.5% for under-estimating and that equates to and attendance of 430 providing it's a Saturday night and doesn't conflict with a holiday weekend." Dixie appeared impressed. "You said 'we'; does that mean you have accepted the invitation to become our chairman?" "No, it means you put my nomination to your committee and check out the decision with your school principal. I'll send you my CV with emphasis on my connections with your high school and with Miss Hoffman, er Dr Hoffman." "She prefers Miss Hoffman unless in professional academic situations. Very well and thank you. I take it you know my father is chairman of the board of governors?" "No, but it makes no difference to me, either way. It's the principal and his personal who matter. Do you have a budge allocation?" "Yes, $5000." "That covers postage, tickets and a worthy present from the board and school." "Oh god, I expect it does." "Have those 1200 letters been posted yet?" "No, we await the committee's chairman instruction to proceed." "Good because the letter must be written in such a way that former students donate towards a former student's presentation whether or not they attend." "Oh yes, brilliant. We could expect up to $5000." "You have to be joking." "Well $2000 then." "I'm thinking $50,000, perhaps more with $7000 going to a travel voucher for Miss Hoffman and any surplus going to a Miss Hoffman Scholarship Fund to be designed to her specification. That would be stated in the letter. Attendees will contribute to the cost of their evening through registration fees and perhaps the board president's company would agree to underwrite any loss so the school is not left with a debt." "Oh brilliant darling I mean Palmer. God we would have bumbled along without you. You have the mind of a confidence trickster. Oh no, I didn't quite meant it like that." "I'm sure you didn't Dixie. Oh just one more thing: insist the principal is appointed ex officio to the committee. This thing could take off and we may be talking $100,000 and that sort of money would have the hairs on his nape standing upright. We want him to feel involved and we want to consult with him to ensure none of that money is siphoned off to off school projects. Any extra income will simply increase the size of Miss Hoffman's Scholarship Fund." When they went to part Dixie kissed Palmer very warmly. He felt his middle finger twitch but he wasn't that gross, knowing they were standing in a public place and not wanting Dixie to think unkindly of him. He watched Dixie walk away and thought of a night between those long legs could be memorable. * * * Devora French, Robert Hawkins's PA, sat beside Palmer at lunch in the company's café on Friday and with growing interest he felt the pressure of her thigh against hers on the bench seat increase as time went on. Finally there were the only two left in that booth but Devora made no effort to move to leave space between them. Palmer had no problem with that and if about what he had to say upset her. "I gather this pressure of your thigh against mine means something? You know my contract precludes me from discussing my project with anyone but Robert and the board. Devora moved away, blushing. "It wasn't about that?" "Are you wanting me to date you?" "You are aware I'm married aren't you?" "Yes Devora but is that an issue?" She reddened. "I see. Is he away for the weekend?" Devora looked relieved and said yes. "Well a movie, dinner and coffee back at your home, my parent's home or a hotel room tomorrow night? What is your choice?" "A hotel room but we would need to be very discreet." "Yes, and I have a reputation to uphold as well. How old are you Devora?" "Thirty-four." "And I'm twenty-three. Is that a problem for you?" "No, of course not." "And I'd welcome the experience and the opportunity of voyaging about your beautiful body Devora." "Oh god, keep your voice down," she whispered, and began to breath a little deeper. Palmer whispered, asking had she committed adultery before. She nodded. "Several times?" She nodded. "That suggests you are very experienced." Devora hastily drank a full glass of water. Palmer reached under the table and stroked her thigh, making her breasts heave even more noticeably. Now she looked near to panicking. "Do you think it will be fine for the weekend Devora?" "Whatever are you talking about?" "The weather. You appeared to be under pressure. I need you to relax. "Oh, thanks." Late that afternoon Palmer saw Devora in a corridor huddle with two of the partners. When they saw him approaching the guys approached him smiling while Devora went in the opposite direction, almost running. That made him suspicious, very suspicious. Had Devora been assigned to weasel information from him after he'd jerked off into her? Dating Dixie The bitch. She'd been so convincing, her embarrassment and tentativeness. There was a chance he was overly suspicious and was wrong she was in cahoots with those two directors Sam and Jason. But then again it was unnecessary to take the risk. He had a good view of her desk from his temporary office so when she was called in to the boss Palmer went up to her desk and left a note, 'Sorry, can't make it as arranged this weekend. Have been given some extra investigation to do regarding those two partners I saw you with earlier today. Palmer'. Well no harm done if those two guys were innocent and if Devora were innocent all she'll feel would be sexual frustration. Palmer left the office knowing he'd traded risk for caution and had missed out on what could have been a grand bout of fucking. But then working in business was all about using one's brain, instincts and attempting to do the right thing. At the car he switched his phone off and placed it in the glove box. He didn't want Devora calling and weeping into his ear. Palmer arrived home knowing his parents were going out with friends. His mother kissed him and said why is your phone switched off?" "I want a relaxing weekend." "Susan had been trying to get you. Something about double dating." "I don't have a date, not woman is interested in me." "You are overlooking Dixie Hawkins." "Mom, she's practically a virgin and you know all about me." "Well here's Susan's number. She wants you to go out with them and said she has a great date for you." "Oh yeah, some dame with a fat ass, skinny ankles and head lice." "God you are horrible at times Palmer. When you are aggressive and demeaning like that I can't believe I'm your mother." "Were you mom?" "For god sake Palmer, I am your mother!" "Sorry mom. I feel like crap. Even so, I should not tease you like that. Come on give me a kiss and let me play with your tits." "Now you are winding me up. Get fucked Palmer." That really rocked Palmer. "Mom! How disgusting. Never in my life have I heard you utter a word like that." "Well haven't you now. Carry on like you are young man and you'll get a stiff elbow jolt over your heart." "Aw come on mom. Let's kiss. I'll keep my hands behind my back." "Very well. I need you to love me Palmer and help keep us together as a family. Susan is showing signs of drifting away, giving so much of her time to this new boyfriend who's an attorney in the DA's office." "Oh, going up in the world is Dr Susan Dumas. CHAPTER 2 Palmer used the house phone to call Susan. "Oh hi Palmer, can you make up a party of four for drinks and then dinner tonight? I suppose mom told you about it?" "Yes." "Well please sound enthusiastic. I was going to dinner with my friend Bryan Cobb and now his sister is arriving to stay the weekend with him. Although she's thirty-three she is suppose to be very nice. She teaches music..." "Oh Christ." "And is a former state ice figure skating champion." "Oh." "Oh, changed your mind have you, knowing those girls usually have great bodies and most are great lookers?" "You did say most." "She still keeps in shape by playing social roller blade hockey. Do this for me pal and keep her somewhere for the weekend to allow me to get a good hit on her brother. Bryan told me she's between boyfriends so I think she could be open to be propositioned." "I bet she has a fat ass, skinny ankles and head lice?" "Oh man of little faith. I see her as a state beauty queen." "In your dreams. Okay, where do I meet you guys?" Palmer's parents dropped him off near the bar and as he walked there he thought if the woman was thirty-three she'd know how to fuck. He could put a pillow over her face if she was that bad. On the other hand she might see him as scum and put the pillow over his face. He began thinking optimistically that she'd be presentable and personable, just as Susan he told them over dinner two nights ago that this new guy was very presentable and personable, blushing as she said it, signally that he was top shelf. "Palmer this is Bryan and his sister Stella." The sister really impressed Palmer. Pretty good looking, great body and she was as tall as he was with tits big enough to feed quads! "Hi Stella, hi Bryan... according to my super-impressed sister you'll make DA." She'd said no such thing but now Bryan was looking fondly at Susan who was impersonating someone disappearing through the floor. "I bet Susan had said no such thing," Stella grinned. "Just look how embarrassed she is." "The asshole was not meant to repeat that," Susan lied and Palmer shot her a grateful smile. Three hours later Palmer was attempting to drive Stella through the mattress of her hotel room. She preferred not staying with her parents and brother because her younger sister was home with two howling kids. Stella had started off by slowing him down and when he'd satisfied her needs said to him, "Dick me Rambo, pound me stupid." When they lay back resting, Stella said, "What did you graduate in, "Banging the Unfulfilled Woman to Utopia?" "Aw shucks. Do you really think I'm good?" "You were magnificent. I'm awarding you a doctorate young man." "It's all because of you Stella," Palmer said modestly and she ruffled his hair. "I call Bryan to say you wished to entertain me and show me around the city and we'll meet them for lunch on Sunday, if that's what you'd like." "Entertain?" "Well I can't tell my brother I'll be engaged in wall-to-wall fucking can I?" "Nope." Stella smiled. "But he'll be smart enough to read between the lines and not tell my husband." "Husband?" "Oh did I forget to mention that?" Palmer was worried Stella would leave him too exhausted to work effectively on Monday so paced himself. He was out of bed soon after licking Stella into orgasm on Saturday morning and called friends. He yelled to Stella to get up for breakfast and they would be going out. Less than two hours later they were with a group of Palmer's friends and partners on a four-hour easy walk through semi-wilderness on a hike over two ridges to a lakeside scenic spot. There they lunched in a restaurant and then returned the short distance home in cabs. Early evening most of them met later at a bar and went on to a club for dinner and didn't split up until after midnight. A couple of the other women were around thirty so Stella didn't feel she was completely with a bunch of old kids and the sex -- well what with the walking, drinking and dancing there wasn't much time for it, was there? Stella and Palmer came out of sleep beautifully at dawn on Sunday morning and Stella then had all the sex she wanted until it was time to get ready to meet Susan and Bryan for lunch. The four of them greeted and Susan and Bryan were notably starry-eyed and rather tired. Later, as Bryan was kissing Stella as she prepared to drive off home, eight hours away, Susan hugged her brother and said he'd been such a darling giving her time with her guy. "We are talking about becoming engaged?" Bryan was satisfied with his weekend. He'd avoided being suckered by Devora and committing post-coital professional indiscretions by blathering to her under sly interrogation. Besides that woman was married. Instead he'd had a great time helping out his sister with sexy Stella who was... er... married. But that not his fault... er... he hadn't known she was married until she'd consumed him for the first time. He'd been set up so couldn't be held responsible. Even so, in thinking that he hung his head feeling a little ashamed of himself. Only a little. Devora came into Bryan's office early Monday morning oozing sexy charm and said just a little waspishly, "Thanks to you I did little more than housework over the weekend." "Look Devora, it was just as well I had to pull out of our assignation. It would have been professionally wrong of me to cohabitate with you under the circumstances, almost as bad as being morally wrong having sex with a married woman." Devora's shoulders slumped and she sighed he hadn't been speaking to her like that on Friday. "What changed your mind?" Palmer thought he should say having sex with another married woman but instead his shrugged and said, "Professional ethics just revisited me I suppose." "Damn you," she snapped, and flounced out, all her sexiness having evaporated. Nice ass though, Palmer decided, watching it swinging through his door in an angry sway. Shortly after that Robert came into his office and closed the door and Palmer thought, Devora the bitch, she'd confessed to her boss. But no. "My partners called an emergency meeting on Saturday morning to discuss you and your project." "Oh yeah?" "The feeling is you are far too young and much too inexperienced to decide profound changes affecting his firm." Palmer snorted and said, "But you guys make the decision; I only investigate, assess and make recommendations following long-accepted practices." "Yes, quite and that's what I told them and that practically ended it when I emphasized that we would make the decisions collectively. The response was did I guarantee that not one senior person would be fired. I guaranteed that and we went off for a beer although it was only just before 10:00 am." "Good for you. At least I still have areas to work on. I guess I will meet resistance?" "No, they promised me their full cooperation agreeing it was a good time to have our practices assessed, even if the guy wielding the comb was green behind the ears." "Oh charming. Well thanks for the briefing and standing up to the principles of the contract I have with you." "You should not have expected anything less from me Palmer. Now one more thing and it's personal. Have you been talking to Dixie recently?" "Yes, very recently." "Ah. Her mother has found out you're working for me. I was worried one of my partners must have breached confidentiality." "What while having intercourse with Isobel?" Robert grinned and said, "Stop attempting to wind me up son. Isobel gave me a really tough time. She wants me to talk you into dating Dixie. Our girl appears to be rather lifeless and is not dating. Her mother is worried Dixie might be gay as she's only going out with girlfriends." "May I say something in great confidence?" "That's why I'm talking to you son." "Your daughter is no slut Robert but thinks I am the male equivalent. She had high expectations of any guy who aims to get through the front door, so to speak." "You mean she's still a virgin?" "I wouldn't think so but don't know. I haven't been through the front door." "God are you gay? No ignore that. It was just a joke. But I'm thinking of all the time over the years you two have been alone unsupervised." "Well it wasn't through the lack of trying. I remember once my efforts got her riled and she blurted to get away from her, that I was one of those guys who'd fuck anything on two legs." "Would you?" "Robert!" "Oh sorry pal." "Thanks. It never happened because we two are so different." "What? That's exactly what Isobel screamed at me when having such a paddy over this. Christ, did I have an awful Saturday. She said that was it, you two were so different that you were perfect for one another." "What?" "Sorry son. Don't ask me to explain. It's how women think." "No I've got it and it is to do with the theory of opposites which over centuries has invoked much serious thought and discussion. In more recent times that opposites theory has been expounded by a guy Eli Siegel to show where women are going wrong in their romantic relationships with men -- their expectations of men is of oneness ignoring the fact that men dimensionally are multitudinous. Don't you get what Isobel is saying?" "Look son, I'm an accountant, not a sex therapist. You don't expect me to understand what you've just said do you?" "It's philosophical. I can explain it." "No, don't bother. I attempt to keep my thinking and my life simple. You should be talking to Isobel and Dixie about it." "Isobel no, she is redundant and talking to Dixie about it would be akin to a dog attempting to climb a tree. Women keep complicated thought simple to appease themselves." Looking somewhat dazed Robert said, "Are we finished here? I have a simplified life at my workplace to return to. Would you just get me off the hook at home and tell me you will attempt to date Dixie?" "It's all taken care of Robert. This morning I found an email Dixie sent late Friday that a committee she's on at Clancy High School and the principal have endorsed Dixie's invitation for me to be its chairman." "You mean the committee planning for the farewell to Dr Hoffman?" "Yes." "You and Dixie on the same very small committee." "Yes." "Oh my. I'm off to call Isobel now. This is brilliant Palmer." Palmer smiled philosophically. Obviously Robert had no concept of Dixie and Palmer fighting like cat and dog over issues confronting that committee. CHAPTER 3 Palmer entered Metropolitan High feeling like he was revisiting his former nursery. Things had changed, cosmetically, but little had changed really. Mrs Hopkins was still principal receptionist and she greeted him with part recognition: "You're Dinah Dumas's son aren't you>" "Yes Mrs Hopkins." She flushed and said fancy Dinah Dumas's son remembering her. "Your mom went to this school and was very friendly with my older sister." "Eileen?" "Yes. Well fancy that." " My mom told me that when I said I would be coming here this afternoon. She told me you were still working here as head receptionist." "Your mom remembering me and I still being here symbolizes the glue that makes Metropolitan a great high school young man. Ah, here comes Dixie for you now." Palmer went straight in and kissed Dixie full on the mouth. She looked around wildly but the corridors were bare. The only embarrassment came from Mrs Hopkins saying, "Ah do I hear wedding bells?" and her three assistants standing to take a closer look at Dixie's man. "Oh god," Dixie shrieked, and grabbing Palmer's arm headed off with him almost at a gallop. Palmer expected Dixie to berating him for dare touching her in public and saying scratchily never to kiss him again. But all she said when they slowed to enter an interview room, "Why did you kiss me?" "Because you looked so detectable." Dixie's eyes rolled and Palmer caught her as she fell. She struggled to her feet and whispered fiercely, "What the hell are you doing?" "I caught you; you fainted." "I damn well did not. Take you oafish hand off my breast." He removed his hand, dangerous close to tweaking a nipple, as if it were in risk of being poisoned. Dixie stood safely beside her two colleagues and introduced the blonde as Thelma Armstrong and the brunette younger teacher as Jacki Watson. "Keep back, he kisses," Dixie warned. They stepped forward and were kissed. As they stepped back Palmer idly thought he could fuck all three of them. "Right girls -- is it okay for me to collectively address you as girls?' They said yes, Dixie trailing the other two. "Right, let's be seated. Dixie you keep the minutes, noting only questions left unanswered, and record decisions. A copy of those minutes goes to each of us and a copy to the school principal." As Palmer said that the door opened and the school principal said, "And that's me. Hi young man. I'm Tony Peach." "Hi Tony, I'm Palmer, Palmer Dumas." "Good, good. I met your sister Susan a week ago... she was here addressing this year's crop of graduates about life after school. A lovely young woman. You two had left here before I took over from Mrs Duckworth." "Yes, she was devoted to education, and inspiration to students and teachers. I trust you are of that caliber? The three 'girls' looked horrified. Tony laughed and said only history would determine whether he would be remembered like that. "Now tell me, do you honestly believe you and your committee can raise anything approaching $50,000?" Now Thelma and Jacki appeared ready to faint, especially Jacki. "Well that's being conservative. We could go as high as $100,000?" Jacki and Thelma boggled. "Well Dixie has expressed unqualified confidence in you. I have opened a trust account for you for donations. Your signature will be required along with Dixie's for any withdrawals from your operating account. Nice meeting you son, and good luck. Dixie mentioned you were one of Dr Hoffman's favorites. I mentioned that to her and she said you were her favorite because you were so far into the education wasteland she almost believed it was hopeless to try to recover you." Palmer looked at his feet aware they were all looking at him. "It's tutors like her that earn teachers such deep respect Tony. I had a lapse at college doing so well at sport and with females all over me. But a female professor with similar attributes to Dr Hoffman to spot lost souls worth saving put me back on track. After prostitution I'd say teaching is the world's greatest profession." Palmer grinned at the stunned looks he was receiving. After the meeting Palmer took Dixie to a bar. She made no attempt to wriggle out of the invitation. "You were brilliant at today's meeting. I reckon Thelma and Jacki are now really motivated and I sense Mr Peach was most impressed, although perhaps a little horrified at one stage." "And you?" "Totally impressed, so much so that I'm wondering if I've been treating you rather unfairly." "Oh Dixie, do be too hasty to change your opinion of me. I'm still motivated to try to fuck you." Dixie's response rather interested Palmer. She made no reply. She just licked her top lip and stared at him. Palmer drove Dixie home after one drink. Her mom came rushing out and after kissing Dixie said, "Palmer, how lovely to see you. Robert and I are just having a pre-dinner drink, please come in and join us." He looked at Dixie who disappointed by shrugging and looking away. "Thank you Mrs Hawkins..." "Palmer, please. Call me Isobel. Robert and I consider you family." Dixie's reaction to that really interested Palmer... she had a hand turned up and was examining her nail polish as if she were at some other place, not hearing this. Isobel lead them in and eyeing Dixie's rounded ass Palmer reached out and squeezed a handful, quite forgetting for a second who she was. But before he could pull his hand away he distinctly felt her push back into his hand. Ohmigod. Palmer almost walked into the door frame. Robert jumped up and greeted Palmer warmly, slipping him a sly wink and fetching him a beer. They clinked bottles. The women looked at them approvingly. "How did the farewell function planning committee meeting go?" "Great Robert -- all three members other committee members are enthusiastically committed." "Good, you need that for the big event you have planned." "Robert, we need a company to undertake to cover any loss involved between ticket sales and the actual costs of running the event. Our budget is only 5k." "But Dixie said you had this hair-brain scheme to raise $50,000?" "Did she say hair-brain?" "No, I did." "Well for your information it could approach 100k but not a cent of that goes to the function; it all goes into the Dr Lucy Hoffman Scholarship Fund." "Well, it still sounds hair-brain to me. How much loss do you expect from the function?" "None. We will budget for a modest profit." "So why are you asking us to underwrite it?" "To make everyone feel comfortable." "Okay, the firm will underwrite it. I'll personally guarantee any loss if my partners object to my decision." "Oh daddy," Dixie said, lunging at her father. Dating Dixie "Palmer deserves a kiss as well," said her mother. Dixie slid her lips over Palmer's cheek and that was it. Her mom looked disappointed. However her father grinned because Palmer had him focused on the emotional befuddlement of women -- apparently something they do introspectively much like a dog believing it can climb trees, or something like that. Apparently thinking of maximizing Dixie's chances, Isobel called Dinah and yes it was okay for Palmer to stay with dinner and then rushed through to tell him. She was disappointed because neither of the young couple looked delighted by her announcement. In fact rude Palmer asked, "What are you serving?" as if undecided to stay or go home for his evening meal. Dixie went outside with Palmer after he thanked Isobel for the great meal and Robert for serving great wine. Isobel rushed to the window to watch what they did. "He's not touching her... there's quite some gap between them," she choked and then told her husband he was drunk when he said that was because their daughter was a disciple of the theory of opposites; she was worried that all Palmer was interested in was going through the front door." "What on earth are you talking about? They both have just been through the front door." "I very much doubt that." "Go to bed Robert; you're drunk." At the car Dixie said, "Thanks for coming to dinner. Your presence seems to have greatly excited my mother and I was surprised to see how agreeably you and my father relate." "I guess that's because your father has no hang-ups about me; he takes what he sees in front of him." "Well he's an accountant isn't he?" "Ought you be putting down accountants like that? In the main they perform credibly for their clients." "Yes, you're right. Do you want to go to the movies on Tuesday?" "Who with?" "Me you goof." "Oh okay. Are you thawing?" Although her expression didn't give an inch, Dixie said, "I might" and Palmer played the game by not changing expression. "What do you like about me Palmer?" "Your body and your personality." "What about my brain and my posture and great teeth?" "Nah." "Good night," Dixie sniffed, and walked off. * * * Palmer was ecstatic about Dixie's choice of film. It was a love story as he'd expected it would be but the setting was endurance car racing. "You did great," he said, expecting her to be pleased. Well she was but he received a lecture on grammar. The babe and the guy were racing for the same team, switching as driver as the 24-hour event ticked over. The babe drove good, er well, he told his father later but made the occasion goofs that lost them positions. But the guy drove heroically and made up ground. He had it won but came in with two laps to go, radioing in he was fatigued and required a driver change. Only two cars were in front of her as the heroine got back on the track and she gritted and wore them both down, her so-called fatigued co-driver drinking beer and energetically yelling the loudest as the back-up team gathered round their rack of video monitors of the track. Initially the team boss, her father, had been screaming at the hero he'd have his balls crushed for wheel-bearing grease but as he realized his daughter was about to win the race he was all over the hero, sobbing and saying, "You must marry my daughter." Dixie was sobbing in great happiness as hero and heroine met in the middle of the track in front of 40,000 people in the stands and the TV coverage going to ninety-six nations. Palmer grabbed a tit and was allowed to play with it until Dixie flung his hand away as the cinema lights went on. "You did well choosing this movie," he said, feeling good about the world, and was kissed full on the mouth and her tongue dipped in momentarily. "Jesus." She just smiled. "Should we park down by the river and fuck?" She smiled ever so hugely and took his hand. They reached Lover's Nook down at the driver but Palmer spun the car around on the gravel road and they drove off at speed. "It's the cops, having one of their regular clean outs." "I saw that; nice driving. Take me home." "Er, what about a hotel Dixie?" "No, it will be fine. Mom has been asking me if you've had sex with me ever since we went to college." "They'll hear us." "I don't think they'll learn any new sounds." Although not sure whether this was living dangerously or not, Palmer stopped on the side of the street under trees and said, "Unzip me and suck it please darling." "Okay." Palmer sat well back in his seat with a huge smile although Dixie had still to unzip him. She took her time and eventually got him away. "That was awesome Dixie. Did you like the taste of my semen?" "Yes, surprisingly. It was slightly vanilla-scented. I hope you'll return the favor and lick me out and swallow?" "Er swallow?" "God you men gutless." Palmer left Dixie's bed just after midnight. He was quite tuckered out and she was comatose and didn't even notice him leaving. He had to admit she was an amazing fuck... a real goer. She had energy to burn and used it, banging back against him, giving as good as she got and when she wanted him to come she clamped hard enough to turn him blue in the face. Jesus. They'd discussed her butt but Dixie was adamant. If he wanted it he could have it on the anniversary of their first year of dating. "But we're not dating." "I know and so that ends this pointless conversation." Palmer scratched his aching balls. "Well would you like it up your ass in a year's time?" Dixie took that on the chin and with humor. "The idea appeals." "Then should we go steady?" "Okay Palmer," she said, slithering to take control. "Is that dick of yours ready to go again?" Palmer wondered if his face was turning blue again. "Couldn't we just talk for a while? I er just love being relaxed like this with you." Being a schoolteacher Dixie knew how to spot a lying kid. She just grinned and snuggled in beside him. "Right, would you favor me being in pink, blue or white?" "Where?" "At our wedding." "Come on, get my dick up," Palmer said panicking and hauling it up to her mouth. "We ought not to be wasting time. You have to go to work in the morning." Taking the soggy limp dick into her mouth Dixie could only grunt in reply but there was a glint in her eye as if she was thinking, 'Right you wriggler, I'll nail you to the altar." Or something along those lines. * * * Dixie felt she was walking another inch taller and needed to go up a size in bra. Her hair felt it had more bounce and she was so happy. That morning her mom he said, "You're having sex with him aren't you?" "Yes mum and he's just so good at it. The few guys I've been with can only shoot once or sometimes twice a night. Palmer shoots until we hit the wall." "Ohmigod," said Isobel, resting a hand on the kitchen bench for support. Dixie told her mom about taking Palmer to meet Mrs Hoffman on the afternoon after their second committee meeting. He told her he'd found Mrs Hoffman now a little plumper but no real sign of aging. "Lucy this is..." "Palmer, I know. I read my internal emails. Hello darling," she said, kissing Palmer on the mouth. Dixie's eyes popped as it was widely known Lucy Hoffman hugged but never kissed. "Hello my favorite of all teachers I had at this school," Palmer said, and slapped Lucy on her ass. Lucy giggled. Dixie boggled and almost ran out of breath because of her huge gasp. They couldn't have been doing it; Palmer would have been too young. Oh this was innocent and unconsumed love, or what was left of it? "Yes you were a ninth grader on the cusp of throwing away your educational opportunities and reports indicated you were beyond redemption. Then the principal told me to stick you in a corner and forget about you, that you wouldn't be a problem because you behavior record was exemplary. I thought hello, what's this? So I sat you at the front of the classroom and every time for a month whenever I asked the class a question whether you had your hand up or not I asked, "Yes Palmer? Within a week you were doing your best to respond accurately and I noticed your concentration on what I was teaching had gone through the roof. And at the end of every day with your parent's permission you stayed behind at did your homework in front of me for all that year. The pleasure on your parent's face when at end of year took home the class prize for most improve student must have been enormous." "That's all true Dixie and for the next two years this resolute woman made me sit in front of her each school day doing my homework while she did marking and class preparation. Lucy lived near us and we'd walked home together, talking about all sorts of things. It was conversation but I knew my education was continuing. I then made the football team and I lost those afternoons with Miss Hoffman." * * * Palmer's recommendations to the board of Hawkins Partners, Certified Public Accountants, were contained in a 112-page study document of some complexity but reduced down to two principle recommendations: reduce current support staff by 20% - examples of over-staffing areas were detailed -- and engage two specialist to communicate with existing clients and to prospect for new business. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife when the twenty-three-year old walked into the room. At that stage Robert had received the report that he read overnight. Robert was fifty-two, Royce fifty-eight, Daniel thirty-six and Harold sixty-six. In comparison Robert looked like a kid and here he was calling the shots. Of course the partners knew they could reject anything collectively or by attracting a 3-1 majority on any issue and a 2-2 impasse would mean that issue would be comprehensively reviewed. "Well guys," Robert said as the coffee pot was being passed around, "first let my say I'm very pleased with Palmer's diligence in building this report and dealing with us without really ruffling feathers. Of course when dealing with him at that stage we weren't to know what he'd recommend. Secondly I read the report overnight and was hugely impressed. It's basically a blueprint on the restructuring of our business. Before you begin dissecting any part I suggest you read it in its entirety but of course being professionals you know to do that. I guess what I'm saying is first let's look at the big picture. At this meeting I'll hand you your copy and we'll turn to page three and look at the single page précis called the Executive Summary. What is being proposed is all there, but of course not in detail. Palmer have you anything to add?" "Just this. Guys, forget about my young age. Rather think about me as a mine of modern business knowledge having being under the influence of some visiting professors who are up there in the top 100 or so best business thinkers on this continent and indeed a few are known internationally. At this stage just think of me as your guiding light. That's all. I have endeavored to show you the way but which route you take, if any, is your decision. Nothing in this report is set in concrete. I'll wait outside Robert to be called in if required." "You are welcome to stay." "If I go the shit can hit the fan without speakers holding back out of politeness to me." The other three partners grinned and Robert then grinned as well. Robert's PA Devora French poured coffee for him and remained a little frosty because this was the guy who'd turned him down when she was sexually in need. "Robert says you have taken up with his daughter Dixie?" "Yeah, jealous?" "Not at all. God I can't believe you can talk in such an infantile manner and yet been paid a huge amount of money to take this company apart and recommend who should be fired and who should stay." "I actually don't say in the report who should be fired. I just suggested a target figure." "What is that figure?" "It's confidential. That's why I processed my report myself and had it printed out and bound by an independent business center." "Is my position safe?" "I would think so. Robert requires a PA and you performance rating is almost through the roof despite your loose morals. Have you given it to all the partners?" "How dare you! God you are foul." "Is that a yes?" Devora squirmed and the blush came hugely. "God you might just be capable of producing the type of restructuring concept this company needs." "My advise to you Devora is don't have sex with their underlings. Guys down the ladder are less careful about gossiping. Partners work long hours and having a young woman to fuck may help them carry their load. Having four partners as well as a husband to fuck ought to keep you busy enough." "I didn't say it was four." "I know and I admire you for your discretion. I can't imagine many women wanting the youngest partner crawling over them." "Quite right. Oh god, what am I saying?" Two days later the board agreed to adopt the master plan with some changes, the main one being to reduce support staff firings to 16%. Harold Scott, the oldest partner, had meanwhile encouraged his brother to engage Palmer on a six-month contract to reorganize the structure of his five-store sports and leisure wear business to increase efficiency and profitability because Archie Scott intended selling the business in a year's time. By this stage the arrangements for the farewell to Dr Lucy Hoffman were proceeding very well. Letters had been sent out to all former students with known current addresses to supply current address of their friends at the school who were not listed on the school's website as having attended the school. Rather than call it a farewell to Dr Hoffman function, Palmer had successfully persuaded the school board to term it a 55-year school reunion to establish the Dr Lucy Hoffman Student Trust Fund. That meant with an average roll of 1233 students over those fifty-five years more than 67,800 students had passed through the school gates as new entrants. School principal Tony Peach turned pale when he attended the committee meeting to be told that the dragnet to scoop in current addresses had succeeded rather well and school now has the addresses of just over 39,000 former students. "Are you proposing to correspond to all of them?" he quavered. Young teacher Jacki Watson, looking at Palmer adoringly and probably feeling her pussy twitching as if reaching out for him, said, "It's all under control Mr Peach. Palmer delegated the task to me of asking all people on our payroll -- apart from you -- who had close contact with companies to support our appeal by recruiting sponsors. As a result of that we have found a company to print and fold the letters and place them in envelopes, another three companies to share the cost of electronic franking and the 39,327 letters will be mailed out at no cost to the school. We have arranged through administration to have parents come in to help process the avalanche of checks at they come in." "What avalanche? Surely you a not expecting a response of that magnitude?" Jacki handed Mr Peach a sample letter to read. "Palmer has written a very persuasive letter and framed it in such a way that former students could feel guilty of not supporting underprivileged students of this school if they fail to contribute to the scholarship trust fund." "I very much doubt that," said the principal. He read it and said, "My god, you almost have me reaching for my billfold Palmer. This is a classic case of correspondence designed to wring water out of stone." "Thank you Tony." "How many responses do you anticipate?" "I've had to adjust my thinking, not believing we would come up with so many solid addresses. It's only a guess based on loyalty and numbers, but my thinking is we'll receive 15,000 replies enclosing checks or bills averaging $20. That's $300,000." "Christ -- oops, pardon me ladies." "I also swore in disbelieving exclamation Mr Peach, " Thelma smiled. "But now my confidence is in Palmer." "I'm inclined that way also," Dixie declared while Jacki say loyally, "I bet that estimate is Palmer's conservative one." "Palmer?" "Yes, Jacki is correct but let's not waste time on my unfounded hyperbole. I can report we have sufficient support to run the farewell function. With your approval I propose sending out invitations to all the students we have addresses for who passed through Lucy's classroom and on my reckoning we ought to attract 350 acceptances with partners and that takes it to 700 and with school guests and partners who will include sponsors that takes the estimated attendance to 790." "That would be manageable," Tony said. "We catered for 850 for our 50th jubilee dinner. So you are confident about your estimates Palmer?" "Yes including the attendance figures." "Very well Palmer, proceed as you have outlined here. As soon as my office receives the minutes from today's meeting and I read them and send you that authorization in writing." * * * Dixie was watching her mom pack. Her parents were off to a 3-day convention and would stay on at the resort for the remainder of the week. "Why don't you invite Palmer over to stay with you darling? You may have our bed." "What?" "Darling you are a woman now so why should I fret? I can add that your father approves of this. He's rather keen about Palmer." "And you're not?" "I think you know my position on Palmer darling. I knew he was right for you before you even bothered to give him a second look in that respect. I also notice that you two no longer fight." "He appears to have become more responsible but retains his wicked humor." CHAPTER 4 Responses to the scholarship flooded in. Tony Peach called in Lucy Hoffman and Palmer to have afternoon coffee with him. At that meeting he fully briefed Lucy about the scholarship and she said she'd heard about it and that Palmer had stated about $100,000 could be raised. "Palmer found we had skimmed in several thousand more addresses of ex-pupils and we wrote them suggested a donation to the Miss Lucy Hoffman Scholarship Fund that I'd briefed you about at the outset Lucy. Palmer then adjusted his low estimate on how much we would raise to $300,000 but declined to give his top estimate." "Good god, that's a lot of money," Lucy said. "Out with it Palmer, what was your top figure?" "It worked out at $440,000," he said. Tony beamed. "Well good news folk. Incoming donations have all but dried up. It would appear our mail appeal will raise between $472,000 and $475,000." "Ohmigod," said Lucy. Palmer did a rapid calculation. "That ought to provide $20,000 per annum in interest depending on rates and that would allow two $10,000 scholarships for under-funded worthy students to spend one and possibly two years at the higher learning institution of their choice." "Ohmigod, but why not four scholarships at $5000 each?" "Well that's for you and your scholarship board to work out Lucy. Tony, why not investigate and find a graduate from this school last year who may be facing pulling out of studies at the end of this year because he or she will be drastically under-funded next year and award a $5000 inaugural scholarship at the farewell dinner? It would make everyone who'd contributed feel so good." "Great idea," said Tony and I don't think we'll have to look for that struggling ex-student. Lucy I was speaking to Maxine Lovett's mom only last week and she said Maxine was unlikely to continue at design school next year because Mrs Lovett had lost her job and the replacement job didn't pay nearly so much. Mrs Lovett is a solo mum Palmer and her live-in guy earns a pittance." "Sounds a worthy recipient," said Palmer. "You two will know what to do to investigate Maxine's true status and what her educational prospects are. It's great news about the inflow of money. I'd heard it was going well but not to that extent. We must send out a newsletter after the farewell to all recipients. It has been a real pleasure working on this project. Lucy you were a wonderful teacher to so many students, outstanding in fact. You deserve this recognition." Dating Dixie Dabbing at her eyes Lucy thanked Palmer and he left to return to his own job. * * * Dating Dixie was going well for Palmer, his sexually thoughts about other women -- provoked by the glimpse of a rounded breast with upturned tip silhouetted against bright sunlight in a park or the flash of stocking tops following a woman up steps to a building or crowded in a line in a café and intoxicated by a drift of perfume -- had really dimmed. He was pleased about that because risk and emotional abrasion invariably accompanied casual liaisons. As for Dixie, well he parents had never seen her so happy in years and her close girlfriends described the change in her as 'Dixie's blooming'. It was puttering along so well, almost idyllically, that something had to happen and it did. Palmer proposed. Their relationship had really developed during the week they spent together in the Hawkins' home while Dixie's parents went to a convention and stayed on for a few days. Plowing into Dixie for half the night for seven nights was memorable enough because she seemed to become sweeter and sweeter particularly during the spells when they lay facing each other, breathing on each other and touching ranging from nipple tweaking on both sides to fairy-like caressing. Then coming home from a dull birthday party with a little liquor under their belts, throwing their clothes around the bedroom as they undressed, Dixie had said lovingly, "Fuck waiting for a year... you may have my ass tonight if you wish." Palmer felt he couldn't turn down such an offer and into his last gasp at the end felt obliged to propose. Obliged? Actually he felt driven to propose. Butt fucking Dixie had provided a thrill beyond belief because she had not been without experience and had admitted longing for such engagement between them. But stupefied by being dumped with a marriage proposal so unexpectedly she'd ran to the bathroom, hand over her mouth in bursting into tears, and had slammed the door, locking it. "Dixie, Dixie!" Palmer had yelled at the door. "Let me in, what's the matter, what have I done." "Nothing ... go away." Palmer pondered. What did she mean by that answer? Was nothing the matter or had he done nothing to upset her? Women when they let their emotions fly were so difficult to understand. Well she'd clarify the situation in time so he went off and showered in the guestroom bathroom and poured coffee and watch sport on TV. "Palmer?" "Oh hi sweetheart." "Palmer?" "Yes?" "Do you mind if I delay my answer to that question you just raised and please don't push me?" "Not al all. Come over here for a cuddle." "No thanks. I'm a little too fragile at the moment." Fragile? What had she done? Or didn't even she know? * * * Dixie's two previous backdoor experiences had not been anything like memorable but she'd know this time it was be different because although he'd yet to tell her she knew Palmer had fallen in love with her. She gripped the bars on the headboard as he began the insertion. There was lube everywhere and he'd prepared her with his fingers. He was so gentle, so patience and finally he was fully docked and they rested, both sweating. Then she began moving her butt and he even gave her time to feel the slight movement before he slowly worked up a head of steam or whatever it's called. Eventually he was gasping and jerking into her and she was yelling as she fingered herself to full release. Wow! Her eyes were ringing and bright lights had flashed over her eyes. Anal sex was awesome. This was just how she'd wanted it to be. And then the jerk said, still not withdrawn, "Darling Dixie, will you do my the honor of marrying me?" Panic seized her. Dixie bucked Palmer off her and ran sobbing for the safety of the bathroom where she knew she wouldn't have to face him and be made to answer him. God, why did he have to ask her that when she was almost floating to the ceiling after having had her butt stretched a little painfully and then pounded until her entire being seemed to be released into a whole level of new sexual ecstasy that would horrify her mother, that is if her mom wasn't into anal, She had no idea what those two got up to but knew they were still sexually active despite being around fifty. Dixie had been unable to rationalize her reaction until sitting on the John and until after he'd disturbed her and then went off. It then hit her. Palmer wasn't fundamentally suited to her. Look at how they'd fought all through their teen years? His over-riding interest in her had simply been to get into her pussy. God how could men be so gross. She lay back on the seat, stewing, and fell asleep. * * * The smell of bacon and tomatoes being grilled attracted Palmer to the kitchen. He always was hungry after sex. He asked nervously, "Are you okay." "Sure, everything's fine apart from tenderness in the butt. Let's have this and go back to bed and fuck Missionary. Never in my life have I had such freedom to fuck so would like to make the most of it." Huh? "Um do you really..." "Sit down darling, I'm serving. May I sit on your knee to eat my breakfast?" "Ah yes." "Well if you're not enthusiastic..." "Yeah I'm enthusiastic. I'll apologize if you feel a boner against your ass. Never have I seen your walking about nude like this." "Oh Palmer, you say such lovely things to me." Huh? And then he'd caught something... she'd said "Oh Palmer" rather than the usual "Oh darling." God she'd decided in the bathroom to suck him sexually dry and use him at her beck and call until she dumped him when she lined up someone else. "If you do get a boner over breakfast, aim it at my front passage." "Okay," Palmer said weakly. They fucked and slept until almost midday when she woke Palmer. "Palmer why don't you go off and spend the afternoon with your pals. I have to wash and attend to my hair..." "You dye your hair?" Palmer asked, open-mouthed. "No silly but being blonde I highlight it for extra richness." Oh, and she'd called him Palmer and not darling. Probably she wanted the afternoon by herself so she could call guys she knew to see who was available. He spent the afternoon with Ritchie Black. He didn't say he'd actually proposed to Dixie but had dropped a hint and then described her reaction. Ritchie's response was helpful. "When women's behavior becomes dozy think menstruation. I've learned that from living with Cathy but before that by observing my mom and my two sisters. If it's not that it's sexual tension from not getting any or not getting enough or being awash with it." "How do you know what is enough?" "It's easy pal. Only give it to them when they want it. Unfortunately that's not usually enough for the guy. That's why masturbation never dies." "Thanks Ritchie. You've been a great help." "That's what pals are for Palmer. Cathy will be home soon. She called and said she's had a flaming row with her mom so will come home with a different sort of sexual tension -- her entire body will be screaming for it. I know she more than likes you. When finding you here she'll probably whisper to me to ask if you're interested in a threesome." "Um I would have to refuse. If I go back home on only half a tank Dixie will be suspicious. We have been hitting it hard all week and this is out last night together as her parents arrive home tomorrow afternoon." "Well if you change your mind pal just give me the sign. I've noticed Cathy's tits are becoming bigger. Oh boy do I wallow." "Is she pregnant?" Ritchie turned pale. * * * The big night finally arrived, the farewell to Dr Lucy Hoffman. A total of 792 sat down for the dinner The school board's chairman Robert opened proceedings after dinner, announcing an unbelievable amount had been raised for the Dr Lucy Hoffman Student Scholarship Fund, the current figure standing at $478,320. That was greeted by huge applause and then the mayor seated with three cronies and their partners stood and called, "Robert, I'd like to make a brief announcement?" "Yes Mr Mayor." "Well my three old school buddies and I seat at this table pledge we will collectively make up any shortfall when the appeal closes to take the final figure to $500,000." The mayor and his buddies received a standing ovation. Robert then called on the chairman of the fundraising and event committee, Palmer Dumas to say a few words. Palmer thanked everyone including sponsors who had supported his committee and then asked Dixie, Thelma and Jacki to stand and he mentioned their outstanding contribution and they were applauded and sat down beaming. "Finally my personal tribute to Miss Hoffman, teacher extraordinaire. I would not be in the position I am today as an academic success with two fine business degrees had not to been for Miss Hoffman one day looking at me dangling on the chute leading to educational oblivion and said she would give my last chance for salvation. I thought she was talking about after death preparation but I would learn later she was talking about salvaging me to boot me into the direction of academic honors. Miss Holland spent hours and hours of diligence in her own time to work on me. Mom, dad, would you come up and stand with me. Dr Hoffman would you please join us." There was an air of expectancy in the auditorium. "Mom, please do the honors." "Lucy, you are a wonderful teacher, quite probably the greatest this high school has ever had. I have no way of measuring that but what I'll always remember you for catching our son at the precipice and redirecting him to where perhaps he should have been. You turned him around and saved him. In deep gratitude my husband Steven and I have joined Palmer to provide you a replacement for you aged car." The curtain behind them parted and under spotlights was a new Ford Fusion Hybrid. "Ohmigod," screamed Lucy, clutching Palmer's mom in a huge hug and then kissing Palmer and his father Steven. Later Lucy ended her speech by calling to the stage Maxine Lovett to the stage and presented the first Dr Lucy Hoffman Student Scholarship to Maxine to great acclamation. "This is what teaching and education is all about," Lucy said, lifted her glasses to wipe her eyes. "We have been assured that with support for Maxine to complete this design course she will undoubtedly find a career in design because her ability in that field is already being recognized. Thank you everyone who contributed so generously to this scholarship fund. It warms my heart to be recognized this way." That ended the function and when the last of people congratulating Palmer faded away he saw Dixie standing alone, waiting for him. She looked a real treasure in a green satin gown. "I love you Dixie," he said, stifling a yawn and striding over to her. "Yes and I'm accepting your proposal to marry you. I watched you tonight. You acted so magnificently and I no longer have any doubts of living my life with you. I love you Palmer." "So your mom keeps telling me," Palmer smiled. THE END