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I Am Not What You Think I Am

By: Cromagnonman



I am definitely not the super stud that people think that I am. If I had fucked all of the many girls that claimed to have been my sexual partner, I would have done nothing during my years of college but fuck. Okay that might be an exaggeration, but it is not a small one, I could count the girls that I had actually made love to on the fingers of one hand. So how did my reputation start? 

It all began with an innocent response to a question from one of the guys in the freshman football team. We were in the locker room after a game, and yes, we were naked, and yes we were comparing dicks. Mine was not the biggest dick in the team, that honor belonged to Hank Waszcovski, six four and weighing a bit over two hundred fifty pounds. Hank scored often enough, but his size was a problem, he had very few second dates. We were standing there toweling off when Chuck Snowden looked at me. "You must do all right for yourself Kris."

My name is Kris, short for Kris, Pendelbury, and I'm the starting quarterback in the team. This is the glamor position in any team, and I come under a fair bit of scrutiny from the fans, both male and female alike. "I get enough to satisfy me." This was the non-committal answer that defined my reputation. They weren't to know that I was easily satisfied, that I had other priorities that didn't include fucking cheerleaders, or any other girl.

"I bet a few wide-receivers pass through your bed." He laughed at his own pun. He spread the first and second fingers of his right hand and moved his left index finger up and down between them to illustrate his point.

"I don't kiss and tell." The tone of my voice suggested that I might have a lot to tell, when in fact there was nothing to tell, at least nothing that would interest him or anyone else. This was where my nick-name of 'Studdley' began, and where the interest of the cheerleaders was kindled. The fact that I had not dated any of them became irrelevant, my reputation as a super stud grew with each season. I did nothing to stop it.

My entire, well I couldn't call it entire, focus was academic. My GPA was good enough to win a place at State U, but before the scores had even been released, I had been scouted by them and granted a football scholarship. Which was just as well, because there was no way that my family could afford my tuition, and no chance of taking out a loan to cover it. This could be explained by telling you that my father had been a conscientious employee of a company known as the 'crooked E', and lost everything, including the will to live with the shame of it all. He left my mother with three kids, me, my sister Rita, and brother Glen, with no income and no family home. We went from an affluent gated community to a trailer park in a matter of weeks.

I figured that while a football career, even if I made the bigtime, would be short-lived, I needed a career that would last, so football was relegated to hobby status. I trained enough to keep fit and learn the playbook by heart. I played well enough to keep my position in the team, but off the field I studied hard, harder than I played football, and definitely harder than I partied. My grades reflected this. A rumor was started that suggested that I had a ghost writer doing my term papers for me. I chose not to refute this, after all how many jocks consistently achieved straight 'A's?

You can imagine my utter shock when I was handed back my English Lit paper only to find an 'F' in large red ink on it. "Mister Pendelbury, did you actually read 'Tess'?" She, Professor Lawrence, was referring to Thomas Hardy's 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles'.

"Yes I did. I know that you have your opinion on this book, and this is supported by the study notes available in the campus book store, but I detected an undertone to this work that resonated with me. I was expressing my observation. Regardless of that, I answered the question and justified my answer with quotes from the book. Didn't you tell us that as long as we answered the question, structured our paper correctly and justified our reasoning, you would not mark us down. Have you not marked this paper down simply because you did not agree with my hypothesis?"

"You're in the shit now Studdley.' Someone behind me said.

"See me after class, we'll discuss this further." 

Professor Lawrence ordered me to a chair in front of her desk. "The reason that I graded your paper an 'F' is because I don't believe that you wrote it."

"What? Are you telling me that I am not capable of writing my own term papers?"

"When I am confronted with two identical papers and one comes from a student who is hard working and conscientious, and one from a student who is in this university on a football scholarship, I would have to assume that you copied the work of the other student."

"This is bullshit! I have never seen the need to copy another student's work. As for my being on a football scholarship, because of circumstances, my father committed suicide, my mother could not afford to pay for my tuition, so this was the only way that I could get here. My grades were more than sufficient to gain a place on my merits. I suggest that, before you accuse me of cheating you should check that out. I am not a dumb jock. You can test my knowledge of Tess by asking me anything that you like about the story. If you knew anything about the life of Hardy you would have to consider my paper on its merits, because I based it, not on the superficial story of Tess, not on its treatment in the study notes, but by a knowledge of Hardy's attitude to the Victorian social and Christian mores, and his opinions of them. The very fact that the heroine of this story was considered, when this was first published, a 'fallen' woman is a case in point. This was unheard of in his time. The fact that, when Tess and Angel were fleeing the police after she had killed Alec, they did not go to his family who were strict Christians, but sought refuge at the most holy place of the old pagan religion, Stonehenge, was a reflection of his attitude to the church of his time."

"Okay then, what was the name of Tess' son?"

"She called him 'Sorrow' and when he died she buried him in un-consecrated ground. The church would not have allowed him to be buried in the church cemetery because she had conceived him out of wedlock. Hardy made it clear that the circumstances of her pregnancy, she had been raped by Alec, was not her sin, but the church saw it otherwise. On the night of her wedding to Angel, he confessed to having had sex with another girl. He expected her to forgive his indiscretion, which she did, but when she explained that she had given birth to a child as a result of her being raped, he shunned her and legged it to Brazil taking with him her friend Izz as his mistress."

"What happened when he returned?"

"He found Tess living with Alec as his mistress. He begs her to forgive him but she tells him that he is too late, so he leaves. She has an argument with Alec, accusing him of lying to her when he told her that Angel would never return. She stabs him to death and sets off after Angel. They share a brief happiness until, in their wanderings, arrive at Stonehenge, believed in Hardy's time to have been a pagan temple. Tess lays down to sleep on a stone, believed to have been a sacrificial altar, to symbolically await her fate."

"You say symbolically, what do you mean by that?"

"There are two recurring themes in Tess, the strength shown by farm workers using the traditional methods as opposed to the hellish descriptions he gives of the new farm machinery. The second is the differing attitudes shown by the country folk following Nature and the seasons, and the Christians with their sense of moral superiority. This is illustrated in the symbolism of the final chapter at Stonehenge."

"You have a different take on this than in the study notes, and, listening to you just now, I have to conclude that you were the author of that paper, and that you have a love for Tess that shines through."

"I know that this is going to sound very much against type, but when I was writing this paper, I inserted myself into the story as Tess' lover. I was with her when Alec raped her, I shared her pain and told her that I would never have done this thing. I was with her on her wedding night, listening to Angel spurning her, instead of forgiving her, telling her that she had done nothing for which she needed my forgiveness. I shared her anguish when Angel found her living with Alec, and her telling him that he was too late, and then her confrontation with Alec in which she killed him. I understood that she felt that he was the cause of all of the trouble that she had been forced to live through. I was with her at Stonehenge when she told Angel that he should marry her young sister Liza-Lu as she prepared herself for her fate. I imagined that Hardy would have had the same feelings for his heroine as he wrote this novel."

"Mister Pendelbury, Kris, you are definitely not what I thought you were. I have underestimated you, and I apologize for that."

"No need to apologize. What you thought I was is the image that I promote, it's easier that way."

"Be that as it may, I will investigate this matter further. In the mean time I have scrubbed the 'F' and given you an 'A+' instead."

"Thank you for that. I think I know who copied my work and why."

"Okay, tell me, who is it and why?"

"I think it was Mandy Saint, and as for the why, my room-mate Todd was trying to get into her pants and she kept telling him that she couldn't because she had a term paper to hand up in two days, and hadn't even started it. He gallantly offered to write it for her if she would let him bang her, his words. I was half asleep at the time and had just finished my paper and had saved it on my computer. He had seen me log on often enough to know my password, so he changed the name on it, ran off a copy and gave it to her. She wasn't to know that he hadn't written it."

"I will still need to have a word with her about submitting other people's work as her own, after all it is plagiarism."

"I know this is going to sound weird, but could you ask her to resubmit her paper using her own words and ideas?"

"Why would you ask that? It was your work that she stole."

"But she didn't know that, she was under the impression that the love of her life was helping her out with an assignment."

"Do you know, the more I talk with you, get to know you, the more that I come to realize that you are less and less like the man I thought you were. Why do you continue to hide behind the jock persona?"

"Because the person that I really am will not be as popular as the one that everyone thinks I am. I don't crave the popularity that my reputation has generated, but it does make life easier for me."

Life as I knew it changed ever so subtly. Professor Lawrence's attitude to me changed, not enough that anyone would notice, but it did. Mandy came to me to apologize for stealing my work. "Kris, I'm sorry that I got you into trouble with old Lawrence, but I really did think that Todd wrote it, he told me that he did.

"I hope it was worth it." I knew as soon as I said it that this was the wrong thing to say.

"No it wasn't. To him I was just another trophy fuck, another scalp on his belt, and he wasn't that good. Not as good as you."

"Who have you been listening to?"

"There are so many girls who you have had, and who all say that you are the best."

"And you want to be just another of my conquests, is that it?"

"No. I want to be THE one, the one that you make love to and realize that you can't live without."

"I won't ask you to hold that thought, because I have other priorities, other agendas, that preclude any sexual involvement right now. Ask me again at the end of the semester."

'I'm disappointed, here I have been led to believe that all a girl has to do is to make it obvious that she is available and you'll make love to her."

"Why would you think that? Where's the thrill of the chase, the taking of the prize? No, life is not like that for me. I have to work hard and get a good job so that I can look after my mother and brother and sister. Mother has sacrificed a lot just to get me an education, I owe her."

"I never thought that I would say this, but you are not who or what I thought you were."

"Promise not to tell anyone, I'd hate to have my reputation tarnished."

"I promise. I promise on the understanding that you and I get together at the end of the semester."

"I'll think about it." I left it at that. I sort of hoped that she would find someone else by then. Don't get me wrong, Mandy's a nice enough girl, I just didn't think that she was my type, not that I knew what my type was, she just wasn't it.

I seemed to spend less and less time in my dorm room. The time spent with football remained the same, the time spent in class remained the same, but my time spent in my room studying decreased for the simple reason that I could not concentrate, what with Todd's extra-curricular activities creating a distraction. Of necessity I spent more and more time in the library working on assignments. I had found a desk close to a convenient power outlet that I could plug my laptop into. It was close to the section of the library where I could find the books that I needed, so it became my part-time home.

I was deep in thought when a laptop appeared on the other side of the desk. "Do you mind?" It was a deep throaty voice, a girl's voice, and I was dragged back into the world outside my self imposed no-go zone.

I looked closely at the source of this voice. She was definitely not a cheerleader, that was a plus in my eyes, she had a certain panache that was rare in this world, I couldn't put my finger on it, it was a style that didn't fit into this world. "It's a free world." I hid behind the non-committal response.

"Good. What have you been studying these past few weeks? I've been watching you."

"Mostly Lit. I have a lot of books to get through as well as the background on the authors that gives me a better take on the actual story. Most famous authors have a reason for what they write." I didn't normally speak about my studies, especially not to someone that I didn't know, at least I didn't think that I knew her, probably because my classmates seldom made an impression on me, I wasn't that interested in them.

"How was it that a paper that Professor Lawrence originally graded an 'F' suddenly became an 'A+'? There were rumors of course."

"It was all a misunderstanding by her, as soon as she realized that she changed the grade."

"That was a first, you do realize that don't you?"

"No I didn't. I simply stood up to my rights, that's all. She wasn't happy about it, but what else could she do? She had made an assumption that turned out to be a wrong one, and she had to acknowledge that."

"You must have been the first student to question her decision like that."

"I wouldn't know about that." It was time to change the subject. "What are you studying?"

"The same as you, I'm in the same class as you, although I don't think that you've paid any attention to me."

"I pay little attention to others in case I lose focus on what I'm doing." Why was it that the topic had turned back to me?

"The one thing that has come out of your rebellion is that Lawrence has softened her attitude to us students, and you in particular. I think she fancies you."

"What! You would have to be nuts to even think that. I certainly haven't encouraged her in any way."

"You don't need to encourage anyone, you have a reputation that ensures success every time, and, from what I have heard, you have done nothing to discourage the rumors. But that's not the real you, is it?"

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

"I find that hard to believe. You have spent all the time that you've been here cultivating that superstud image to divert attention from the real you."

"Go on, what image? I am what I am, I can't change that."

"Bullshit!" She hissed at me, after all we were in a library where raised voices were frowned upon. "I know that you have reputedly had every one of the cheerleaders, I hear them talking about it all of the time, but if you listen closely, as I have, you'll come to the conclusion, that they're all talking bullshit, it's just that they're too self absorbed to realize that, or just plain dumb."

"You know so much about me, but what about you? What's your name and what makes you tick?"

"Angelique le Maître, as you can probably gather by the name I have French origins, French Canadian in fact. I'm from Montreal and, like you, I am here on a scholarship. Local businesses in my area get together to offer a student who shows promise, but whose parents can't afford it, the opportunity to study in the US. I was chosen from hundreds of applicants and here I am. As for what makes me tick, I am similar to you, all that I want to do is to get through my course with as little fuss as possible. The difference between us is that, while you hide behind your manufactured image, I hide in the shadows so that no-one notices."

"Then why this meeting?"

"I would like to think that we, having so much in common, can work together and support each other, to let our real images lead us to who knows where."

"From that I take it that you fancy me, and fancy that I could like you."

"Yes, I fancy you, I'm a girl after all, and I would not want to be the only one here that didn't. As for the other, I can dream, and I have dreamed of what could be, and have taken a giant leap of faith to even talk to you. My dreams sometimes end with my being shot down in flames and totally humiliated by your rejection. Today was a walk into the unknown. If you're going to reject me, do it gently, please."

"I'm not going to do that, I could never do that. This is part of my cowardice, this not wanting to face the all too real possibility of having to reject some girl, to tell her that I no longer like her."

"Has this ever happened?"

"Yes, but not often, only once in fact. I had a relationship with a girl in my freshman year, and yes we had sex. I cared for her, but then I found out that she was seeing another boy at the same time. I just had to tell her that I was not able to be with her unless she gave up the other boy. She told me that she felt able to love both of us, but it was me that she preferred. I could not continue with her on that basis, so I told her that unless she was with me only, I could no longer see her. In the end it was her choice, but it still hurt."

"Then I'm in with a chance?"

"Let's not rush these things. I will need to get to know you more before I'm prepared to make any decision on a committed relationship."

"You are not the person that I've been led to believe you are, you've actually used the 'C' word." She smiled at me and I could see at that point that this could have possibilities.

For the next few weeks life got comfortable for me, I had a burgeoning relationship with a fantastic girl that had so far managed to slip under the campus radar. Angelique and I would meet in a place where we could be certain that no-one would see us, or if they did they wouldn't care, the library. We would study together, help each other out with problems in a close, but platonic way. Any touching was kept to a minimum and there was definitely no kissing, in public that was. Walking to and from the library to our respective dorms provided a couple of conveniently hidden places where we could indulge in some discreet kissing. We discussed our relationship, and it was agreed that when the time and opportunity presented itself, it would be consummated. We were in no hurry for this to happen, just certain that it would.

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. In my case the curve ball was Professor Lawrence. I had developed an uneasy feeling when in her company, and the frequency with which we seemed to find ourselves alone together seemed to be increasing. She would often ask me to see her after class for some reason or other, and when I got to her office she always seemed to have changed her appearance. While taking a class she was almost what could be described as a frump, tweed skirt, knitted cardigan over a blouse, sensible shoes and thick stockings. In her office she had transformed herself, sleek dress, tight over the hips, short skirt and low cut bodice showing a lot of cleavage, which she took pains to show more of by leaning over in front of me.


I Am Not What You Think I Am



"Kris." She had taken to calling me by my Christian name when we were together in the privacy of her office. "Have you decided yet what you are going to do when you graduate?"

"No Professor Lawrence."

"Kris, how many times have I told you that you can call me Judith in private?"

"I feel uncomfortable calling you that, please, don't insist on it."

"Whatever. The reason that I ask you this is that there might be an opening for you as a Tutor in the English department. If you are interested, I can ensure that you are introduced to the right people, those who will be making the decision. Now on Friday evening the English Faculty will be hosting a cocktail party where they will be looking at the changes for the next year, who will be leaving and who will replace them, that sort of thing. This would be the perfect time for you meet with the Faculty board. I can ensure that you are introduced to the right people."

"I will have to think about this. I need to check to see what I am doing on that night first."

"Kris, listen to me. When an opportunity like this comes up, you have nothing more important on, is that clear?"

"I have assignments that are due for completion, if I haven't completed them then, I'm afraid that I will not be able to take time out to attend this party. I'm not even a party person, and I don't drink." I added as an afterthought.

"You can forget about your assignment for my class, you can hand up 500 words of total gibberish and you will get an 'A+'."

"Oh no, don't tell me that the grades that I've been getting I haven't earned?"

"No. That didn't come out right, did it? What I meant to say was that I would make certain allowances for you if you agree to attend this party with me."

"Are you asking me to be your date?" I was shocked. The last thing that I wanted was for it to get around that I was Lawrence's toy boy, my carefully developed reputation would be shot down in flames.

"No, you would merely be accompanying me so that I could introduce you to the right people."

"Then can I bring a date?"

"I wasn't aware that you were seeing anyone."

"Surely you must agree that if I was with a girl, I'm not saying that she's my girlfriend, (I'm not saying that she's not either) it would deflect any questions as to the propriety of me being with you. I'm only thinking of your reputation."

"I'll think about it and let you know if it will be all right." I could almost hear the disappointment in her voice, my suspicions were confirmed, she had designs on me and my body. I did not like this situation one little bit. I needed to talk it over with Angelique.

Angelique and I sat in the library, books opened in front of us, books that we were not reading. "Professor Lawrence wants me to go with her to this Faculty cocktail party on Friday night. She tells me it's so that I can be introduced to the right people who can help me to get a position in the English Faculty after I graduate. But I don't think that is the real reason. You see, she has been inviting me to her office after class far too often of late, and when I get there she is wearing clothes that would raise the ire of the Dean and Faculty board. I think that she is looking for something other than a student/teacher relationship, and I do not want that."

"What can you do about this, if you reject her it will affect your grades, you do realize that."

"Don't I know it. I told her that I had assignments to complete and she told me that I could hand up rubbish and I would still get an 'A+'. It got me thinking that the grades that I have been getting from her are not a true reflection of my work."

"Don't even consider that. I have read your stuff and there should be a grade higher so that she could award you that. No don't sell yourself short, you have earned every grade that you've received from her, and all of the other professors."

"I asked her if I could bring a date with me. She was a little upset at that and told me that she would see if that would be okay. I told her that it was to protect her reputation."

"Huh! You obviously don't listen to the gossip surrounding the professors. I wouldn't trust myself alone in a room with her if I were you. Consider yourself lucky to have survived for this long in keeping out of her clutches. Having said that, I wouldn't get on the wrong side of her, she's just as likely to give you failing grades to get revenge on you spurning her, and where would that leave your football career? Failing grades would see you dropped from the team."

"I really don't care about my football career, although, thinking about it, that just might enhance it, I have spent a lot of time cultivating a dumb jock image, it can only get better if I were one."

"But you're not, and it would ruin your academic career and you don't want that to happen."

"What can we do? If I don't go, she'll do as you said and fail me, if I do go I'd never feel comfortable knowing that she would try to get me alone, probably after the party, and I don't want that to happen, I don't want to hurt you."

"Is this a declaration that you want to move our relationship on to the next level, she says hopefully. Not just a quick kiss and fumble in some dark recess between here and our respective dorms."

"Yes, I do."

Angelique took a quick look around the library, no-one was paying the slightest attention to them, so she leaned across the small gap that separated them, and kissed him quickly on the lips. "So do I." She whispered. "Now what are we going to do about Lawrence?"

"I've been thinking, My room-mate Todd has friends in IT, maybe there's a way that we can record what is being said to us so that if anything happens we can go to the Dean about it. I include you in this because, if I'm able to take you, I'm sure that she will try somehow to separate us so that she can get me on my own."

"I have another plan, I'll understand it if you don't want to go along with it."

"Sounds interesting. What did you have in mind?"

"How would you like to spend the weekend with me? We don't have to do . . . you know . . the 'thing'."

"Tell me more." I was interested, even in doing the 'thing', we she seemed to hint she wanted.

"My parents have been pestering me to go home, even for a couple of days. If you agree, we can slip away on Friday afternoon and be back Monday morning. Interested?"

"Yes, I'm interested, even if we don't do the 'thing'." I made it quite clear by the way that I said it that I wouldn't say no to the 'thing'.

"Great! I'll talk to them tonight and they can make the necessary flight arrangements. They've been asking me when they can get to meet you."

"So you've been planning this for some time, have you?"

"I've been dreaming of this for ages, the planning part of it only came to me in the last five minutes. And yes, I might have mentioned in passing that I had met the most amazing guy."

We returned to our studying with a somehow different attitude, it seemed to us that the whole world had somehow magically become a better place.

The next day in class Professor Lawrence hit us with a pop quiz and, while I was busy ploughing my way through the multiple choice questions, she walked down the row of desks and slipped a note under a book on my desk. When I had finished the quiz I slid the note out and read it. 'I have arranged for you to bring a partner to the cocktail party, if you must. I look forward to seeing you there.' Underneath the writing was 'J' over a small heart and a couple of crosses. I smiled to myself, if she saw that smile she would get her hopes up, but that was not the reason, it was the anticipation of her not seeing me there.

At 1:30 on Friday afternoon Angelique met me at an off-campus coffee shop and we caught a cab to the airport. We both travelled light, one change of clothes and enough clean underwear for the weekend, all in carry-on bags so that we were not delayed when changing planes in New York for the flight to Montreal.

I was beginning to get nervous as the plane descended on its final approach. What if her parents took an instant dislike to me?

Angelique sensed my discomfort and squeezed my hand as she leaned to me and kissed me. "It will be okay, they're not going to bite your head off." She kissed me again, a little more firmly this time. I felt better, not perfect, just better.

A tall, athletic man in an RCMP uniform, not the red jacket, riding boots and funny hat uniform, strode towards us as we entered the terminal. Angelique handed me her bag and ran to hug him. "Papa, this is Kris, the boy that you must be bored of hearing about."

I shook his hand while looking him steadily in the eye. "Pleased to meet you sir, Angelique didn't mention that you were a policeman." This sounded all wrong I know.

"I didn't want to scare you off before you met him and gave him a chance to like you, which he will, won't you Papa?"

"If you like him then I will like him, I trust your judgment. Come, my partner will be becoming impatient."

There was a police car parked right outside the exit from the terminal. As we approached it a policewoman got out and walked around to open the doors for us. "Where to Sir?" Shit, he must be a high ranking officer to warrant a driver.

"Take us home." I caught a strange, conspiratorial glance pass between the three of them. What was going on here?

All was revealed when we arrived at a modest suburban house. As the car pulled into the driveway, the front door opened and an older version of Angelique walked down the three front steps and greeted us. "Arrived safely I see." She held her arms wide and trapped Angelique in an embrace. "Introduce me to this man who has stolen your heart."

"Mama, this is Kris." I held out my hand to shake hers only to find it grabbed as she pulled me into a bear hug. 

"What about me?" The policewoman asked.

"Kris, this is my big sister Monique." This time it wasn't a hug, it was your typical French greeting of cheek to cheek air kisses.

"Welcome future brother." She looked at Angelique. "If I wasn't already spoken for we'd have a cat fight on our hands. Where did you find this handsome Devil?"

"Stop this all of you!" Angelique stomped her foot, with little effect on the carpeted floor. "Okay I might have been a little over enthusiastic about the situation between Kris and myself, I might have led you to believe that he and I are in the middle of a sexual relationship that would turn the head of hardened pornstars, but those were my dreams speaking. The reality is that we are barely on speaking terms." She looked at me as that statement was howled down by a combined 'Bullshit!' from her family. "All right, that was a slight exaggeration, yes we are very good friends, and no, we have not made love, yet. I do love him though, and it's only a matter of time before we do." She kissed me, "Isn't it?"

"Way to back me into a corner." I put on my best protesting look before smiling at her. "I guess that I could bring myself into making love to you." Only she could see the expression on my face change, and knew that I was about to make a statement that would shock them. "But what would Nigel say, he would have a hissy fit if he thought that I was making love to a woman, even one as sexy as you." I simpered. I was not disappointed by the reaction from her family.

"He's kidding." She held me at arms length. "You are kidding me, aren't you? Please tell me that you're kidding." The look of anguish was a little overdone.

"Yes I'm kidding." Relief washed over the room as each of them burst into fits of laughter.

"You'll do us, Son." Her father grabbed me in what seemed to be a mandatory bear hug. "But let me tell you this, if you break my little girl's heart you had better be able to outrun a shotgun blast." 

"I won't need to try, but thanks for the warning."

Life with Angelique's family was nothing like I had imagined it to be. She had been quiet and almost shy when we were together, but here with her family all behaving like idiots she was totally different, not that I minded this new side of her, this was similar to when I was with my family when we had finally come to terms with our diminished circumstances.

Following half an hour of this joyous reunion Angelique's father (you must call me Henri) and Monique had to return to work patrolling the streets of Montreal, leaving Angelique, her mother (you must call me Juliette) to carry on our conversations. As evening approached the three of us set about preparing dinner for the family. The food was North American with a Provençale flavor, a reflection of the family heritage. If I may say so, we did a good job of it, not that I did much, having been consigned to chopping onions and stirring pots, but I received equal billing when the meal was served. In honor of the occasion, champagne was served. I had never drunk champagne before and found the taste a little sweet for my palate, but it was pleasant enough, and the mood was relaxed and friendly.

Eventually the moment arrived that I sort of dreaded, the time for bed. Would I be consigned to some pokey and lonely little guest room, or would it be the living room sofa for me? You can imagine my surprise when it was suggested that I share Angelique's bed. Was this a conspiracy to trap me into marriage with her, or was it merely a relaxed attitude to our relationship. Whatever it was, I felt apprehensive until Angelique kissed me. "Do not worry Cherie, you do not have to make love to me this evening, that is if you think that the time is not yet right." She had lapsed into a semi French idiom in the hours since we had arrived.

I kissed her in return. "I think the time is right."

"Goodie," She whispered to me. "Come to me my love." 

I came to her, and after hearing her whisper, "Do not worry Cherie, I have taken precautions." I came in her. It was as I had dreamed it would be, the gentle touching, there was no rush to get him inside her, the kissing, the lips, her throat, her nipples, her pussy, the feel of her lips as she explored my body, culminating at my hard penis. For a while we enjoyed a 'soixante neuf', which sounded much more sophisticated than 'she sucked, I licked'. It was a mutual decision, the timing of my entrance into her body, which completed our entrance into each other's world. She whimpered as she approached her climax, and if it wasn't for my lips on hers, the whole world, or at least those in the immediate vicinity, would have known about it.

As we lay side by side in our post coital euphoria, I heard her soft, throaty, voice doing a creditable impersonation of Jane Birkin's 'Je t'aime'. I concurred, totally.

"Angelique tells me that you are concerned about the attentions being shown to you by one your professors." Henri said over breakfast. "Could you tell me about it, and what leads you to think that this could cause problems for you."

"It probably began when she gave a paper, that I considered to have been one of my best, a miserable 'F'. I challenged her, and it turned out that two identical papers had been handed up, and she assumed that because I was there on a football scholarship, I had copied someone else's work. She tested me, and when I was able to satisfy her that it was indeed my work, she was forced to change the grade. It would appear that, what began as her compensating for her guilt, has developed from there. She offered to introduce me to the right people who would, if I wanted, offer me a position in the English Faculty. I didn't tell her that I wanted to make my own way and not be beholden to the whims of someone else who could change her opinion at a moment's notice. Angelique and I discussed it and she came up with the idea of me coming here for the weekend. I think that I might be met by a very angry Professor Lawrence on Monday."

"Probably an understatement. What had you planned to do?"

"I want to somehow record everything that takes place between us. If there is anything in that that will get me off the hook, I won't hesitate to use it, believe me."

"I can help you out with that. I have some gear that you can use. It's stuff that I confiscated from a kid who set it up to record the goings on in the girls' locker room at his school. The school didn't want it's good name tarnished and refused to have him charged, probably because his father contributed substantially to school funds, so I gave him a metaphoric kick up the ass and kept his gear. It's very clever, and very simple to use. It has a voice activated Wi-Fi camera mike connected to a recorder, when someone says something the recorder automatically switches itself on, and when there is a break of more than a minute, it turns itself off."

"Sounds exactly what I'm looking for." 

"Good, I'll pack it up for you, along with instructions."

"Thanks, now maybe I can get some sleep at night."

"I don't think that this problem was what prevented you from getting a good night's sleep last night."

I looked at Angelique and she was as shocked as I was. We didn't think that we were loud enough for anyone to hear. "What do you mean?" I made a feeble attempt at innocence.

"Just from looking at you two this morning it's patently obvious what you were doing last night. Don't worry, I'm sure that you took precautions, and two more suited people I have yet to see, but don't tell Monique that."

A busy day of touristy things followed, and it was great to be able to walk around, holding hands and not caring who saw us. There was an amazing number of people who saw us, and broke out smiles at our obvious love for each other, and I had to admit that I had never been happier or more at ease in the presence of a girl, and it showed. Angelique would skip around in front of me and, I was not forced to kiss her, I just did, and she would kiss me and whisper 'Je t'aime Cherie.' 

"Will you two stop this pathetic display of affection, it's embarrassing to watch." Monique complained.

"You're only jealous." Angelique told her. There was no malice in her voice, and Monique laughed.

There's a saying; 'doesn't time fly when you're having fun.' Time in our case was breaking the sound barrier, and all too soon we found ourselves back on campus. 

"Where the hell have you been?" Todd asked as I walked through the door. "Professor Lawrence has been here dozens of times looking for you, and when she wasn't here she was on the phone wanting to know where you were. She is really, really pissed off, let me tell you."

"I needed to get away for a while, so I just took off." I took the camera and recorder from my bag and began to set it up.

"What's that?" Todd asked.

"Just something that I've acquired, I'm testing it for a friend."

"Is it legal?"

"There are some questions that it's best not to ask, and this is one of those."

"I'd love to stop and chat, but I've got a class to get to. See ya."

I had no sooner begun to get my books together for my first class when there was a loud banging on my door. "Open up this minute!" It was Lawrence. I opened the door, actually I turned the handle and the door was forced open by the rampaging Professor Lawrence. "Where the fuck have you been? When you didn't arrive at the party I was worried. What were you thinking? Here I was telling everyone important to your future what a wonderful person you were, and you never bothered to turn up. And you never bothered to call and explain your absence. Where were you?"

"I went away for the weekend. I needed some 'me time' to work out what I want to do."

"But we've been through that, you were to go to that party, and I even arranged, out of the goodness of my heart, for you to bring someone, and you were to meet the people that I had arranged for you to meet. Do you realize the situation that your actions has put me in? No, I don't suppose you do. I placed my reputation on the line for you, I went out on a limb for you, and do you know why I did that? Because . . . you selfish . . . inconsiderate young man . . . I love you." She fell to her knees, put her arms around my legs and sobbed into my groin. "I love you, I love being with you, I want to be with you all of the time." She sobbed as I willed my cock to behave.




I Am Not What You Think I Am



"This is so very wrong." I said as I helped her to her feet. "I like you, I think that you're a great teacher, but that's it, there can't be any more to it than that. I just can't see any future in us being together."

"So, you think that I'm too old for you, is that it?"

"No. If two people love each other, are meant for each other, age should not be a problem, I have never done, or said anything that could have led you to believe that I could possibly have loved you. Love and relationships are so far down on my list of priorities at this time, that I have given them no thought at all." That was a lie, and I hoped that she didn't pick up on it.

Her mood changed yet again. "You don't realize how much you have hurt me, but," She looked at me and I knew what was coming. "I have ways of hurting you just as much. To begin with, from now on expect nothing better than failing grades from me, which will mean that you'll be dropped from the football team, and, if you're dropped, your football scholarship will be withdrawn. What do you say to that, eh?"

'I will demand an independent grading of any papers that I hand up to you. Have you thought of that?"

"You can't do that, I won't let you."

"You might have no say in the matter. You give me a failing grade, I will go to the Dean and demand a review of your grading."

"And you think that the Dean will listen to you? I think not, the Dean and I are close."

"By that I suppose you mean that you and the Dean are, or have been lovers."

"So what if we were? What can you do about it?"

"Are you sure that you want to find out?"

"You think that you're smart, don't you? You think that you can call my bluff, but let me tell you, if you try it you will realize how true the saying 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' is. You ain't seen nothing yet Buddy boy, you ain't seen nothing yet." She stormed out, and then stormed back in. "I think that you should contact your mother just to let her know that you're okay. I was worried about you and went to see her to find out if you were there, or if not she knew where you were. I might have conveyed my fear for your safety to her." 

As soon as she had left I retrieved the recorder and checked on its contents. It had worked perfectly.

I then called my mother. "HI Mom, how are you? I just rang to tell you that I'm fine. I understand that you had a visit from one of my Professors."

"So that's who that crazy lady was. She came here yelling at me that you had stood her up and caused her some embarrassment. Then she accused you of running off with some girl. I couldn't make sense of what she was saying half of the time. What is going on?"

"I had to get away from her. She's been hitting on me and I didn't want to get involved with her. She had promised to help me to get a job with the English Faculty here, but I didn't want to put myself in the position of owing her anything, so I went to Canada for the weekend with a friend."

"Who is this friend?"

"Her name is Angelique, she's from Montreal and she's really nice. I love her Mom."

"When am I going to meet her?"

"Soon, I have to sort this mess out somehow, and as soon as I do, I'll bring her to meet you."

The change between Lawrence and me was obvious from the first lesson. Anytime she asked a question, I would put up my hand to answer, and she would totally ignore me, even if there were no other hands up. The first paper that she had marked gained an 'F' as expected.

I arranged an appointment to speak with Dean Bartholomew. "What is this about Mister Pendelbury?"

"I am having problems with one of my Professors."

"What sort of problems?"

"She, it's Professor Lawrence, has told me that, no matter how good a paper I hand up, I will get no higher than a failing grade. My work to date has been consistently getting 'A's' and now, in her class I'm getting 'F's". I demand an independent evaluation of my work."

"You demand? A student just can't demand an individual evaluation on a whim. If that were the case then nothing else would get done. We cannot allow this to happen."

"So it's all right for an 'A' student to fail, to be dropped from the football team, and to lose his scholarship, and his future, over one teacher's bias against him?"

"I refuse to believe that she would do something like that. I've known her for many years, since she was a student here, and I find it inconceivable that she should do something like this."

"So, you will do nothing about this, is that it?"

"Yes."

"What if I were to tell you that Professor Lawrence came to my room on Monday morning and, after first telling me that she loved me, threatened to ruin me by giving me failing grades and getting me kicked off the football team, which, you would realize would cancel my scholarship, and end my chances of a life?"

"She wouldn't have done that."

"I am not lying to you, and unless something is done, I will release the video of her on the floor at my feet bawling her eyes out and telling me that she loved me. Then in the next breath telling me how she planned to ruin me, and inferring that you and she are 'close'."

"What? Did you video her in your room?"

"Yes. Now are you going to do something about her?"

"I will talk to her and see what she has to say for herself. That much I can promise you."

I had to wait a day for any sign that I was being taken seriously. The first sign was the presence of a substitute teacher in place of Professor Lawrence. The second was a summons to the Student Counsellor's office. "Mister Pendelbury, you have made several allegations against Professor Lawrence regarding your grades. Dean Bartholomew has asked me to arrange for independent evaluations of your papers. If I can have copies of all papers handed up thus far, I will assess the grades given for all of them. Can you get them for me?"

"Yes, I keep all of my work, I might need them for revision purposes. I will get them to you today."

"Another thing. Any contact between yourself and Professor Lawrence must take place with a third party present. Given the nature of your accusations, this person should be strictly neutral. Having said that, I do not want you to approach her, let her make the first contact. She will be informed of these stipulations."

Angelique and I spent some time in the library photocopying all of the papers that I had handed up to Professor Lawrence and placing them in a folder that I took to the Student Counsellor's office. 

I didn't have long to wait for the next phase. The following day I received a further summons to the Student Counsellor's office. As well as Ms. Roberts the Counsellor, Dean Bartholomew was present. "Mr. Pendelbury, it would appear that you have a valid reason to raise this matter with us. We have gone through your work, and I must admit that I am somewhat surprised at your grades."

"How so?"

"Normally one would assume that a student here on a football scholarship would be struggling to achieve passing grades on assignments. You on the other hand have managed to receive 'A's for each of your assignments. These results would lead one to assume, under normal circumstances, that you have been receiving some assistance in writing your assignments. If you were to assure us that you have received no assistance in preparing these papers we would have to accept your word."

"I can assure you that these are all my own work and that I have received no assistance whatever in the preparation of them."

"Good enough. Now, on the matter of the last two papers that you have handed up. We have reviewed them and come to the conclusion that these should also have given an 'A' or even 'A+' grade. We can find no reason, other than those that you have alleged against Professor Lawrence, for the grades that she has given them. I have decided to alter the grades to reflect our conclusions."

"Thank you for that."

"I will also be announcing to her classes that Professor Lawrence has taken extended sick leave, I'll stop short of telling them that it is while this matter is investigated further. You can be assured that I intend to get to the bottom of this, and will take appropriate action. That will be all for now." I was dismissed.

Angelique was waiting for me outside the Counsellor's office. "Well, tell me all, what happened in there?"

"Professor Lawrence is on sick leave while this is investigated, and my grades for the last two papers have been altered to 'A's."

"That's great. What do you say we celebrate your victory."

"What did you have in mind?" I knew what I had in mind.

"We could go to your dorm room and get friendly."

"How friendly?"

"Very friendly."

We were getting very friendly when there was a loud banging on my door. "Go away, I'm busy." I yelled at the door.

"Kris, I need to speak with you. Open the door please." It was Professor Lawrence.

"Dean Bartholomew told me that we should not speak to each other unless there was a third party present."

"Fuck Dean Lawrence! Anyway, I know that you have someone in there with you. Probably that slut you went off for your dirty weekend with."

"I have to ask you to leave, or I'll call campus security."

"No, don't call them. I need to talk to you about that video that you told Dean Bartholomew that you had taken of my last visit to you. I want that video, and I am willing to pay quite handsomely for it, shall we say five thousand dollars?"

"No."

"Ten then?"

"No. It's not for sale. Now if you don't leave right now I will call security. I will also tell Dean Bartholomew that you have been here, and play him the voice tape of this conversation." What she wasn't to know was that Angelique was talking to campus security as we spoke, holding up her phone to the door so that they could hear Professor Lawrence's pleas from the hallway.

It sounded as if she had shoulder charged the door, and then fallen to the floor. "Kris, please don't do this to me. I'm sorry for what I have put you through, I'm sorry for falling in love with you. I know that you think that I'm a silly old woman, and I don't blame you for that, but I'm also a lonely old woman who craves the company of younger men. I meant no harm with what I did. Please forgive me, please." This last was accompanied by the sound of her sobbing.

"Come with us please." The authoritarian voice announced the arrival of security personnel.

"No! You cannot do this to me! I'm Professor Lawrence!"

"We know who you are, and we also know that you have been instructed not to approach Mr. Pendelbury without a third party present. We have instructions to remove you from this building, I am giving you the opportunity to leave quietly. If you chose not to, I have orders to forcibly remove you. The choice is yours."

"No, you cannot do this to me." Her voice trailed off. She made no move to get to her feet.

"You leave us with no choice." Two security guards grabbed her by the upper arms and began to drag her screaming down the hallway to the front door. A crowd of students quickly gathered and the rumor mill ground into action.

"I heard that Professor Lawrence was caught stalking a student. He had to call security just to get out of his room to get to class."

"I heard that it was Kris Pendelbury."

"That figures, she likes them young. But I heard that he had rejected her, and she couldn't handle it."

"I heard that she had been writing his term papers in return for sex, and when he found someone else she threatened to kill him."

"My friend, who works in a Medical Center, told me that she had gone there for an abortion. She was carrying Kris's love-child, and when he rejected her she had the abortion, but there were complications, that's why she has been on sick leave."

"I heard that he has a new girlfriend and that she's having his baby and that is why he rejected old Lawrence."

"That would be right, he has always left the birth control up to the girls."

"Serves him right if she's a hag."

"Impossible, he has never gone with anyone less than a 10."

It was inevitable that the rumors should reach me. "I cant do this any more." I told Angelique.

"So what are you going to do about it?" She asked.

"I need advice, we need advice. I won't make any decision about this that doesn't include you. I think that we should go and see Ms. Roberts, maybe she can help us."

Ms. Roberts was surprised to see Angelique with me. "Now this is a surprise, Angelique, what on Earth are you doing with this reprobate?"

"He is not a reprobate! He is a wonderful person." It was my turn to be surprised, I never expected her to jump to my defense with such vehemence.

"Really? The number of girls that have come to me to seek help getting over being dumped by him is almost beyond counting."

"They were never dumped by him, he rejected their advances because his major priority was to his studies. He has not had sex with probably all of them."

"Tell me Kris, and I want the truth from you. Since you arrived here, how many girls have you had sex with? A ball park figure will suffice." I held up one hand and began counting off my supposed conquests. Her eyebrows shot skywards when I stopped at three. "You can go back beyond last week."

"I have. In the past year I have made love to one person only, Angelique."

"Then you are not who or what I thought you were."

"It is an image that I have allowed to thrive and prosper. While all of those silly girls were busy outdoing each other in their telling of their sex life with me, I was allowed to drift along under the radar until Angelique caught me out. I made her promise not to expose the charade."

"But why? Why go to all of that bother?"

"Who would believe that a jock on a football scholarship would have a love for nineteenth century English literature, and the works of Thomas Hardy in particular? I had to be the jock to everyone but myself, and now Angelique."

"So what did you want to discuss with me?"

"I have a feeling that I will no longer be able to maintain the charade, and I need to be able to handle the fallout when it comes. How are the girls going to react when they find out that they have all been lying? What are the other jocks going to think when they find out that they have played second fiddle to the phantom stud? My life as I know it is dead. I have to plan for the future now that I've blown any chance of a life here that had been promised."

"Have you given it any thought?"

"Yes. What I was hoping was that I would get a part-time job here as a Tutor, that was what was promised, and be able to undertake a post-graduate degree in Law. I have always, ever since the shit hit the fan and my father could no longer face the world, knowing that his job had brought misery to thousands of people, people who had, like himself, invested their lives and life savings chasing the promise of untold riches that were never likely to eventuate. Those that caused all of this managed to get off, for the most part, very lightly. I want to be able to do something towards preventing that ever happening again."

"And what about you Angelique, what are your plans?"

"I have two. A career that will allow me to support Kris in whatever he does, and a life with him."

"You seem very certain of those goals."

"I am. I have never been more certain of anything in my life."

"Good. Leave it with me, I will talk to Dean Bartholomew, I feel that this university owes you something in compensation for the suffering caused by one of the staff."

"What will happen to her?"

"I doubt if she will ever be allowed to teach again. We may be able to find something for her that will keep her separate from the students. In one of her few lucid moments of recent times, she expressed the desire to write text books and teaching resources."

"That should be encouraged, she is a very good teacher."

"You continue to amaze me, not many people, let alone students, would not wish a suitable punishment on someone who has caused them as much harm as she has."

When Angelique and I entered the lecture room, late, and hand in hand, a hush fell over the students. Their reaction in SMS speak would have been 'WTF'. I handed Ms. Farquhar, the substitute teacher, the note from Ms. Roberts that explained our lateness. There were two spare seats and we took them.

"Mr. Pendelbury." She read the name on the note just to be sure. "I understand that you have something that you wish to say to your fellow students."

I stood. "Yes." I looked at the other students. "I am aware that there have been rumors circulating the campus that concern myself and Professor Lawrence. Let me set the records straight. I have not had sex with her. I am not now, nor have I ever have been, in love with her. I have never encouraged anything other than the normal student/teacher relationship. While I am on the subject of relationships. There are several girls in this room who, among many others, have claimed to have had a sexual relationship with me. These claims are untrue." This brought a shocked reaction from the girls. "I also know that I have a reputation in certain quarters as a super stud. While I have made no effort to discourage this reputation, this is far from the truth, in fact I would have to say that I have had less sex than most of the boys in this class." This brought another shocked reaction from the students. "In the past twelve months I have made love to only one person, Angelique le Maître. I have had other priorities in my life that have limited my desire to have sex. I will not betray my love for her, my fiancé," This brought a sharp look from her, followed quickly by a smile, "for two very good reasons. The first is that I do not want to, and the second is, if you've seen her father," it was time for a little levity, "he is this tall," I held my hand a good nine inches above my head, okay so it was an exaggeration, "and his shoulders are this wide," My hands had the same element of truth as a fisherman describing the size of the one that got away, "and he is a cop, a Mountie in fact, and you know what they say about those guys, they always get their man, and he has told me that if I hurt his little girl I had better be able to outrun a shotgun. I know that I'm fast, but I'm not that fast." I sat down, despite the smiles and laughter, the eyes of the students were still boring into me in an attempt to determine if I was telling the truth or not.

"How could you do this to me?" Tracey Bowman stood in front of me. She was known to the team as 'Racey Tracey' for the speed and enthusiasm with which she had done the whole team, less me of course. "Why did you have to tell the world that I hadn't done you?"

"Because I hadn't. Can you think of a better reason?" Angelique was having difficulty containing herself at Tracey's discomfort.

"I didn't mind that you said that you hadn't done the others, that's their problem, but did you have to include me?"

"I included you because, to not include you would be to lie, and I have promised Angelique that I would keep no secrets from her."

"Oooh, you're impossible! And to think that I really did want to be one of your many lovers."

"But you couldn't have been one of my many, for the simple reason that there was no 'many'." 

Life in the locker room was my next hurdle to get over. The whole team had distanced itself from me, it was as if they blamed me for the fact that, for years their 'in bed' performances were being compared with mine, only now they have discovered that mine was non-existent. On the training field my play calls were being ignored, and I was being left open for the offensive line to pound me into the astro-turf.

Coach Chumley took me aside as we filed into the locker room. "Dude (I hate that word, he uses it when talking to the team because he thinks it makes him one of us. If he only knew that it originally, in 19th Century England, meant a person who dressed and behaved in a flamboyant and ostentatious manner. Liberace would have been a 'dude'.) for your own protection, I'm gunna have ta drop you for the next game. If I put you on the field you'll get slaughtered. Why'd you have to tell them that you weren't the super stud that they thought you were?"




I Am Not What You Think I Am



"I never told them that I was. I never asked for this reputation, and I certainly never wanted it, I just never denied it, that's all. I don't even know how it all started."

"But to tell them that you had never fucked a cheerleader, that you had other priorities, dude, you destroyed everything that they held dear to them. The top priorities as far as they're concerned is football and fucking, not necessarily in that order. And to rub salt into their wounds, you announce that you have a fiancé. Now they think that the girls will not let them fuck without a commitment. You have destroyed all that they have held dear, their tradition."

"I'm sure that it will not be that bad."

"Maybe, maybe not. But for now you need protection that they won't give you, so I can't let you on the field."

I rang my mother. "Hi Mom, is it all right if I call in and see you on the weekend?"

"Aren't you playing football this weekend?"

"No Mom, I've been dropped from the team."

"Why, you were playing so well."

"I'll explain when I see you. Oh, is it all right if I bring someone with me, I want you to meet her, Mom, I'm in love."

"Is this why you're not in the team? Is it because of her, or is it that crazy lady that came here a week or so ago?"

"Sort of. Look, I can't explain it over the phone, I'll tell you all about it when I, we, see you."

As it turned out explanations were not necessary, or more difficult, depending on how you looked at it, social media took care of that. One of the cheerleaders, who had told her world that I was the best lover that she had ever had, took to Facebook with a long, and colorful, rant about how I had betrayed her by telling lies about not having made love to her. She was joined by a chorus of fellow cheerleaders with similar complaints. After the first flush of 'likes' the tide began to turn with 'dislikes' catching up, and eventually overtaking the 'likes'. The new thread to the Facebook dialog was that the originator was a mindless bimbo, whose whole popularity was based on her having had glorious sex with me, which in itself was a lie. I was being praised for standing up and proclaiming my monogamy to the world.

A local journalist took up the story. 'Facebook Feud on Campus' screamed the headline.

'State U student and football hero, Kris Pendelbury, who has long held the reputation of having had sex with every cheerleader, and many other girls on campus, has shocked the student world by 'coming out', not as a gay, but as a serial monogamist. He has claimed that he has made love to only one girl this past year, his fiancé Angelique le Maître, a Canadian fellow student.'

'Several cheerleaders have reacted angrily to his revelation that he had NOT had sex with them, and have taken to social media to vent their anger. This would appear to have back-fired on them, with opinion now heavily favoring Kris and his stand.'

The next thing I knew was that I was a wanted man. I had just walked into my room from studying in the library with Angelique. "Kris, phone call for you, you had better take it, this is the twentieth time he's called." Todd said as he picked up my phone from the charger.

"Hello."

"Kris, Kris Pendelbury?"

"Yes."

"Hi, my name is Byron Kellogg, I'm the producer for 'Newsday' on Channel 21. You have kicked over a hornet's nest on campus, and we would like you to appear on camera for a live interview tonight."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"My colleagues and I disagree. For years university jocks have had a reputation, more for their off-field activities than on-field exploits. You however, are something of an anachronism, a student, on a football scholarship, who plays football brilliantly, but whose main priority are his studies. We find that a very newsworthy story, and one that we and the University, feel should be promoted."

"I will do it on one condition."

"Name it."

"That Angelique is there with me. While I had this reputation long before I met her, she is the reason that I felt that I had to go public with my revelations."

"She would be your fiancé?"

"Yes." 

"Okay, we'll send a limo for you. We need both of you here by five, to run through the format and to get you through make-up for the six thirty slot."

I wished that I didn't have to ring her dorm, but there was no way that I could get to her in time. "Hi, it's Kris, could I speak with Angelique please?"

"Angelique," the voice on the other end called out. "It's HIM, it must be important."

"Hi, what is it?"

"We, that's if it's okay with you, are going to be on TV tonight."

"What?"

"I have been contacted by the local station, and they want us on 'Newsday' tonight. They wanted me but I told them that I wouldn't do it without you, because of your importance to me. I hope that I haven't put you on the spot, I used you as a way of seeing how desperate they were to have my story."

"I don't know. What if I make a fool of myself?"

"You won't. If anyone is going to make a fool of himself, it'll be me. They're sending a limo for us at four forty-five."

We arrived at the studio just on five, to be met by Byron Kellogg. "It's great to meet you Kris, and Angelique." His look at us was guided by his appraisal of our audience appeal, that vague assessment of how the viewing audience would perceive us. "If you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to Sophie Weston, our anchor, and she'll run through the questions that she would like to ask you, If there are any questions that she should avoid, now would be the time to mention that." He knocked on a door and stood aside for us to enter. "Sophie, this is Kris and Angelique."

"It's great of you to come, sit." She pointed to a sofa. "Now we don't have a lot of time, there's make-up and the lighting technicians and sound engineers want a run through to get everything right. So," she handed us a clipboard of questions, "We'll run through these, if there are any that you don't want asked, let me know now, okay?"

We scanned through the list until I came to a question about my relationship with Professor Lawrence. "I don't want this one asked, in fact I don't want any questions about Professor Lawrence." I told her, pointing to the question on the page. "While I have nothing to hide, the matter having been dealt with by the University, any mention of this may be damaging to her."

"But you aren't the only person in this sorry saga who has a reputation."

"That may be true, I don't know about any reputation that she might have. But that is between you and her, I want no part in this muckraking. If you ask this question, I, we will be out of there, is that understood?"

"Yes, scrub that question. What about the others?"

"Some of them are a little tender, but I can cope with them."

"What about you Angelique, are there any that you wish to avoid?"

"Questions about our sex life are really a private matter between us."

"But, I understood that this has already been made public."

"The generalities yes, but the specifics, no. Are questions on specifics that important?"

"Define specifics?"

"The number of times that we have made love, three if you're interested, is okay. That we took precautions, that's fine, but the mechanics of it is off-limits. Questions like, did we have oral or anal sex, what positions did we do it in, those questions pander to the prurient interests of a very small demographic, and are not all that newsworthy."

She looked across at her Director who obviously knew what 'prurient interests' and 'demographics' meant. He drew his finger across his throat and she crossed those questions from the list.

We were taken to make-up where we were painted and preened in preparation for the show. Next we had to sit on set while the lighting technicians took readings of our faces and shifted lights and adjusted intensities to achieve the best results. The sound engineer had us say a few words to check the mike levels and everything was ready for our big show.

We sat on set. The camera was focused on Sophie while the lights that were trained on us were switched off. The intro phased through and we could see the Floor Manager standing beside the center camera counting down with his fingers. When he ran out of fingers he pointed to Sophie. "Good evening, hi," she looked straight at the camera, her best angle. "Tonight we have a State U student who has created something of a controversy on campus, by revealing to his fellow students, that he wasn't the womanizing jock that they all thought that he was, but that he was a serial monogamist. Tonight he has agreed to come on camera to explain what the brouhaha is all about. With him is, he says, the reason that he saw fit to make his revelations, his fiancé. I am referring to Kris Pendelbury and Angelique le Maître." She held her hand out towards us as the lights came up. "Let me begin with you Kris, you are attending University on a football scholarship, is this correct?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"But, our investigations have revealed that your GPA, when you applied to the university, was good enough for you to gain admission without having to apply for this scholarship, can you explain?"

"Yes, my grades were good enough. But my family situation was such that we could not afford tuition. The University had already sounded me out for a football scholarship based on my high school record, so it seemed that this was the only way that I would get there."

"You mentioned your family situation, can you enlighten us?"

"It's no secret that my father took his own life, he had been suffering from depression for some time, after the company that he worked for was declared bankrupt."

"That would be Enron, wouldn't it?" She asked, just to re-enforce that they had done their research.

"Yes. He lost everything in that crash, including the money that had been set aside for tuition for myself and my brother and sister. All of his earnings were tied up in share options, and our house and possessions were purchased on loans that were based on the share value of those options. When the share prices dropped through the floor, wiping off all of their value, we were left with nothing. Our house was repossessed and sold, we got nothing from that sale. We had to sell much of our furniture and possessions when we down-sized into our current home."

"Your mother lives in a trailer park, is that true?"

"Yes, and I guess that makes me 'trailer trash', doesn't it?"

"You said that, not me. We have investigated your academic record, and find it hard to believe that you have consistently scored above average in all of your subjects. That is a little inconsistent with your reputation that, up until very recently, you enjoyed."

"I never enjoyed that reputation. I allowed it to continue because it was easier that way. That was until I met Angelique. She had heard all of the rumors, but didn't believe them. The fact that I spent so much time in the library studying, sort of did it for her, no stud knew that the library even existed, let alone spent any time in one."

"That brings me to you Angelique. What was it about Kris that first attracted you to him?"

"It was the way that he could remain focused on his studying for so long. When I first noticed him he had been pouring through books and writing notes for nearly two hours without a break. And here I was thinking that I was the only student capable of doing that."

"So you went over and introduced yourself to him, is that correct?"

"Not straight away. I observed him for two weeks before I decided that I had to get to know him."

"And how soon after you met did you first have sex?"

"We have never really had sex per se, we have made love, and the first time was about a month after we had met. I had arranged to go home to visit my parents, and I invited Kris to come with me, to meet my folks. He agreed, I think that he was thinking, actually I know that he was thinking, the same as me, that it was the right time to move our relationship up a notch to the next level. My family love him, and Papa gave me his approval, and yes, we made love in my old bed, and it was an experience that we both enjoyed."

"That weekend away wouldn't have been so that he could hide from Professor Lawrence would it?" Angelique and I looked at each other, the decision was unanimous and instantaneous, we stood up, removed out mikes and walked off set. "We've heard rumors about you and Professor Lawrence, why won't you answer my questions?" Sophie yelled after us.

"I will not answer any questions about that topic, I have already spelt that out, and you had agreed not to ask any." I threw back over my shoulder at her.

"I'll get to the bottom of this, you can't hide from the truth." She screamed after us.

"You'll be disappointed with the truth, and you'll get no help from me."

"Cut to commercial!" the Director shouted as he ran after us. "Kris, stop." He panted up to us. "Look, I'm sorry about that. She was told not to ask that question, I don't know what got into her. Come back, and we'll sort this out."

"No. The moment has been lost. How can I be sure that she won't slip that question in again?"

"If she wants to keep her job she won't."

"Not good enough. How can we go back with that question still hanging out there? If we don't answer it the people will assume that I have something to hide. If we try to explain it away it's going to jump up and bite us. The best thing is for us to walk away from this interview now. If in the future you can assure us that there will not be any similar attempts to ask any question pertaining to what is an ongoing investigation and rehabilitation process, then I'll think about it. With a bit of luck It'll be old news by then."

We had to catch a cab back to campus. It dropped Angelique off at her dorm before dropping me at mine. "Wow, you have a habit of causing a stir don't you?" Todd asked as I walked into the room.

I was saved from commenting by the phone ringing. It was Angelique's room-mate, a very frightened Tiffany. "Kris, it's Angelique, Professor Lawrence was waiting for her when she came back from the TV studio. She, Professor Lawrence hit her several times with something, I think it was a baseball bat. We called security as soon as we heard Professor Lawrence yelling at her. They've taken her away, and the ambulance has just arrived to take Angelique to hospital. She's unconscious but breathing, her head looks terrible, Kris, how could she do something like this? What did Angelique do to her?"

"I'm heading for the hospital, but before I go, can you look in her diary, I think you'll find her parents phone number, can you tell me what it is?"

"Sure thing, hang on a second while I have a look." A moment later she had read it out to me. I would call them from the hospital as soon as I knew her condition.

"Hi," I had attracted the attention of a nurse in triage, "Could you tell me how Angelique le Maître is please?"

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm her fiancé, Kris Pendelbury."

"I thought I recognized you, you were on TV tonight, weren't you?"

"Yes, for a short while."

"Wait here I'll see how she's getting on." She walked down the corridor and was back in a few minutes. "She has regained consciousness, you can go down, it's the third cubicle on the right."

"Thank you." I walked as quickly as I could. "How is she?" I asked the attending doctor.

"She has just regained consciousness, but is still a little groggy. As soon as she has stabilized a little we'll take her up for a scan to see what damage has been caused. There doesn't seemed to be any skull fractures, if there are they aren't depressed, so the prognosis is good. We'll know more after the scan. Would you like to speak to her? She may not know you, or understand what you say, so don't be too concerned if she doesn't."

I had no reason for concern, as soon as she saw me a small attempt at a smile crossed her puffed and bruised face. She couldn't reach out for me, she tried, because of the intravenous drip hanging out of her arm. I went quickly to her and took her in my arms. "I won't ask you how you are feeling. Darling, I'm sorry this has happened to you. I blame myself. If I hadn't stopped them from sending her to hospital before, this would never have happened." I kissed a spare bit of face. The smile was better this time.

"Snot your fort." She mumbled through swollen lips. "Sirs."

"I love you, and I want you better."

"For you my Darn, I'll ket metter."

"They're waiting for us upstairs, you can wait here if you like." The Doctor announced.

"I need to call her parents and let them know what has happened."

"You do that. She was brought in with nothing that could identify her or her next of kin, although someone did recognize her, so we know who she is now, but until she regained consciousness we had no way of knowing who we needed to contact." A Porter came in with a gurney and she was lifted on to it for the trip upstairs for her scan.

Henri answered the call. "Hi Sir, it's Kris." I got no further.

"It's Angelique isn't it, what has happened and how is she?"

"She's fine now, I think. She was attacked by Professor Lawrence when she got back from the TV studio. She has been hit several times with a baseball bat. The Doctor says that there is no fracture but they're taking precautionary scans as we speak. They'll know more then. She seems okay, a little groggy, but that's to be expected."

"I'm on my way, tell me where you are, I'll be there as soon as I can."

The early morning light was just beginning to filter through the blinds. Angelique had been moved from ER to a room. I was seated at her bedside, her hand in mine, looking at her sleeping face, there seemed to be a half smile on her lips as if she knew that I was there with her. I was tired, but determined not to sleep until she woke and I knew that she would be alright. The sound of hurrying feet preceded the arrival of Henri and Juliette. 

"How is she?" They both asked at the same time.

"She seems to be fine, she's sleeping, the medication that they've given her knocked her out."

"What exactly happened? What was she doing at the TV studio?"

"The media somehow heard about me telling the world that I wasn't the super jock who had done the whole cheerleading squad plus some, and that Angelique and I were an item, actually more than an item, we were engaged. The local TV station wanted to interview us on camera and we, I suppose we were naive enough to think that if we told them that we wouldn't answer questions about Professor Lawrence, that they wouldn't ask them. When they did, we walked. Professor Lawrence was waiting for Angelique when she got back to her dorm, and took to her with a baseball bat."

"What is being done about this Professor Lawrence?"

"I don't know, and I haven't bothered to ask, I had other priorities." I said looking towards Angelique.

"Yeah, I suppose you did. I'll go and make a few calls and see what I can find out."

Angelique began to show signs of waking, her eyes fluttered open for a few seconds before closing again, her hand tightened in mine and a smile split her face. "How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Would you melieve that I felt metter?"

"Yes I would." Any further discussion was halted by the arrival of a doctor and nurse. They busied themselves checking her vital signs and taking a close look at her injuries.

"She is one very lucky young lady, any harder and some of those hits would have been fatal."

"How long will she have to stay here?" I asked.

"Another day or two, we need to be certain that there will be no complications." He looked at me. "Look, why don't you go home and get some sleep, you look like shit."

"I must admit to feeling a little second hand."

"You go Kris, I'll stay here with Henri. We'll call you when she's fully awake.'




I Am Not What You Think I Am



"Thank you." I gave her the number of the phone in my dorm room and got up to leave. 

Henri came in. "I've spoken to the local police. When I identified myself and told them that I was Angelique's father they couldn't have been any more co-operative. Professor Lawrence has been charged with attempted murder, but they told me that it would probably never get to trial. Her lawyer has requested a Psych evaluation, suggesting that they will oppose any trial on the basis of her being unfit, by way of mental illness, to stand trial. I think that the DA will probably agree with that and place her in a mental health facility indefinitely."

"What are your plans?"

"I'm going back to the dorm to get some sleep. You will call as soon as she wakes up, and tell her that I'm on my way."

"Sure, go." He waved me away. "Get some sleep, you need it. Kris, before you go." I could see the concern written all over his face. "I'm grateful for all that you have done for my little girl, she couldn't have chosen better than you. When this is all over, the two of you are to come home and spend some time with us. We have a lot to talk about."

"We will, but first I have to take her to meet my mother, I want the two of them to get to know each other, after all they will be seeing a lot of each other in the years to come. As soon as she is well enough we are going there, before we do anything else."

"I can't ask for fairer than that. Now go." He held his hand out to me, but instead of shaking mine, he grabbed me in a strong bear hug and kissed both cheeks. Juliette hugged me and kissed me, not on the cheek, but on the lips. She smiled at me and told me to go.

I didn't get a lot of sleep. No sooner had my head hit the pillow than the phone rang. It was Henri. "She's asking for you, I've sent a cab to get you."

"Thanks, I'll see you soon." I raced to scrub up and look halfway decent, clean jeans and shirt, a quick shave and squirt the pits and I was out of there and on my way to the hospital.

Juliette met me at the hospital entrance. "You were the first that she asked for. We explained that you had been with her all night and had just gone home to freshen up. You didn't want to look as ragged as you had when we got here, not when she woke up." 

I walked into her room and her arms. "Kiss me please, and get me out of this nightmare." She was still slurring her words.

I kissed her. "The nightmare is over, Professor Lawrence will not be able to harm you in any way again, firstly because she is locked away, and secondly because, if she tried again I'd kill the bitch. I don't care if they cart me off to the slammer, there is no way that she can ever hurt you again."

"Listen to you, my big brave man, I can't see you killing anyone, it's not in you to cause harm."

"Yeah, but you've got to admit it sounded good." I smiled at her and kissed her gently on the lips.

The doctor came in with a couple of x-rays which he placed in the light box. "You are a lucky young lady. In layman's terms, there is some swelling of the brain, but nothing major, we'll give you some cortisone to reduce that swelling, and once that goes down you can go home. One of the blows almost did you in, if she'd hit a bit harder you wouldn't have made it. This is where the swelling is," he pointed to the x-ray, "and it's an important part of the brain, any harder and you would have had a compressed fracture of the skull. This could easily have caused a thrombosis, and that would probably have been fatal. But, you were brought here quickly enough, and the right treatment was administered immediately, reducing the damage and increasing your chances of survival."

"We can't thank you enough for this." Henri told him.

"It's the least I can do for this young lady. When she came in last night few people recognized her, but now, it seems, everyone knows her. Every time you turn on the TV, there she is, both of you, walking out on that interview. The station has released a statement to the effect that the interviewer had been fired, and that she had been made aware by Kris, that any question involving Professor Lawrence was off-limits because of the legal implications involved. Dean Bartholomew has just released a statement in which he has accepted some responsibility for this. He said that if the University had worried more about Professor Lawrence's mental health issues and less about damage minimization from the initial incident, it would not have had the result that it did."

"I suppose that this hospital is besieged by the media?" I asked.

"You'd better believe it. They're everywhere and the staff are getting pissed off at having microphones shoved in their faces by eager reporters trying to get the scoop." 

"How are we going to get out of here when the time comes?" I asked Henri. I figured that he might be able to come up with something.

"Leave that side of things to me, we'll get you out of here safely."

"I'll leave you to it. Angelique, I'll be back in an hour to see how you're getting on. If an escape strategy is in place you should be able to go home."

"Sandshoe." She said. He smiled at her and left.

"We need a diversion. I'll talk to the local police and see what I can organize. One thing for certain, we're not going anywhere near the University. Apart from the impact on student life, the Dean wouldn't like the thought of having the world's media camped out on campus."

"I'm sure that you'll come up with something. Would it be possible to somehow smuggle us to Mom's house? She must be worried out of her mind."

"I'll call her and see whether it's possible, somehow I don't think it will be an easy matter." I gave him her number and he left to arrange things.

I kissed my Angelique. Juliette stood. "Would you like a coffee Kris, I know that I would, and I think that you haven't had anything to eat since I don't know when. I'll check out the vending machines to see if there is anything edible."

"Edible is the operative word here. I don't care what it is, my stomach is thinking that my mouth has forgotten that it exists."

"Darling." Angelique whispered to me.

"Wow, I understood that just fine, you've stopped slurring your words."

"Would you be quiet and listen to me."

"What is it?"

"Darling, my wonderful Darling, I love you so very much. If it wasn't for classes I would say, lets find a tropical island somewhere and hide out for ever."

"Sounds great, would you settle for deferring studies for a semester or two and heading home to your parents' place for some R&R?"

"Anywhere away from this madhouse." 

My breakfast consisted of a couple of health bars and a cup of coffee. The health bars tasted as if they had long passed their use by date, and the coffee was slightly north of tepid but at least it was wet. Despite its nutritional shortcomings, to me this was a gourmet meal.

Henri came back and outlined the plan of action. A limo would arrive at the front entrance, slow down when the driver saw the crowd of media waiting and accelerate away and head for the service entrance. When the assembled masses scrambled for the service entrance, an unmarked police van with dark tinted windows would arrive at the front entrance. We would all scramble for that and take off, hopefully without too many followers. Any car following us would be pulled over by the police and detained briefly. The van would head towards the University, and when the driver could be certain that we had lost any tails he would swing off the main road and head for my mothers trailer. Police in the mean time would ensure that any media that had staked out the trailer park, would see a van arrive but not its occupants.

Moments later the media would see the van leaving. When we were ready to go to the airport, the limo would arrive and enter the trailer park followed a short time later by the van. As the media would not be able to see the occupants of either vehicle, we figured that they would not all follow the van on the assumption that the limo was a decoy. This time the van would be the decoy. The limo would head for the airport where a chartered plane would be waiting to take us to Montreal. That was the plan, and it almost worked. A few of the media would have figured the double bluff and followed us to the airport. They would have to find out the plane's flight destination for themselves, and that would take time.

That was the plan, and the first phase worked well enough for us to be greeted by Mom. "I was wondering what the drama was out front, I had to show ID just to get in. I should have realized that it had something to do with you." She looked from one to the other. "You, Angelique, I recognize from the TV, I'm pleased to meet you." She gave Angelique a hug. "I hope Kris has been looking after you, I was worried when the reports came out that you had been bashed because of him."

"It wasn't his fault, we couldn't have anticipated what she would do."

"I know that, but it doesn't mean that you should have been the one that she attacked." She looked at Henri and Juliette. "I presume that these are your parents. I'm Brenda, Kris' mother."

"I'm Henri and this is Juliette, as you rightly guessed, we're Angelique's parents. You have a wonderful son Brenda, he has looked after our girl very well indeed. We're proud of him, of both of them."

"What am I thinking, would you like coffee?"

"Thank you, that would be appreciated." Juliette went into the miniscule kitchen to help Mom get coffee for us all.

"What is this I hear about you two getting engaged?" Mom asked us.

"Yes, what was that about? We knew nothing of this until we saw you on TV and heard the commentary of you walking out of that interview."

"It was a spur of the moment announcement when we told our classmates of my serial monogamy. It was mainly to reinforce that I was definitely not available and that any rumors to the contrary were untrue. Everyone, including the media accepted it as a fait accompli."

"So what are your plans for the future?"

"That depends on the university. We will need to arrange a meeting with Dean Bartholomew to find out what our options might be."

"Have you spoken to him since the attack?"

"No, I have had other things on my mind."

"There may be time before we fly back to Montreal, but it can't be on campus, that would be tempting fate too much. If it can be arranged we can meet at the airport, I'm sure that they have interview rooms or some such private area that would be suitably private." Henri handed me his mobile. 

I called the university switch, mainly because I didn't know Dean Bartholomew's direct line. "Hi, may I speak with Dean Bartholomew, please?"

"Who shall I say is speaking?" The receptionist asked.

"Kris, Kris Pendelbury."

"Not, oh, putting you through." 

There was a pause while she told him who was on the line. "Mister Pendelbury, I'm pleased that you rang. I have been trying to find you since last night."

"I was at the hospital with Angelique, it was their decision not to allow any calls to either of us. Angelique would not have been able to take a call because of her injuries."

"How is she? We were concerned for her well-being. Believe me when I tell you that I was horrified when I heard what had happened to her."

"You were horrified? How do you think I felt, seeing her laying there, her face a mass of bruises, and her being unconscious most of the time and not recognizing me in the few moments when she was awake. I thought that the world that I was so looking forward to, had just come crashing down around my ears."

"We need to meet and discus this whole mess. The university will do everything in its power to make reparation to both of you for your pain and suffering. When can we get together?"

"There is a small window of opportunity this afternoon, but not in your office, that would be tempting fate. If you could meet with as at the airport before we fly out to Montreal so that Angelique can recuperate in peace, that would be great. Failing that it will have to wait until we get back."

"I can't make it to the airport this afternoon, there are some loose ends to the negotiations that I am making on your behalf, both of your behalves, that I can't postpone. How would it be if I were to fly to Montreal and meet you somewhere there?"

"We could meet at Angelique's parent house, say the day after tomorrow if that's convenient for you."

"Fine, give me the address and the time and I will be there."

I gave him the details. "He says that he is negotiating something on our behalves for the future, I wonder what that could be?" I said to them.

The extrication plan swung into action and we arrived safely at the airport. We were driven onto the apron where the chartered plane waited for us. "Who's paying for this?" I asked Henri.

"Would you believe the RCMP, this is listed as a training flight. Don't tell anyone, will you?"

"My lips are sealed."

The beauty of this type of flying is that it is virtually hassle free. When you check in for departure on a commercial flight there's all the drama of seat allocations, (the best cattle class seats are next to the emergency exits, they provide more leg room), boarding passes, and then the seemingly interminable wait for the boarding call and the queueing to board. Arrive on a commercial flight and you spend ages waiting for the line of passengers standing in the aisle, only to wait while the guy at the front of the queue rummages around in the overhead lockers looking for his bag. Why everyone thinks that by standing up they're going to disembark any quicker is beyond me.

Within thirty minutes of landing, Angelique, Henri and Juliette were seated in their living room sipping coffee. "What do you think about transferring to a university in Montreal for you post graduate studies?" Henri asked me.

"I hadn't really given that possibility any thought at all."

"Think about it, we will have Angelique back home with us, and you can stay with us to cut down on your expenses, what more could you ask for?"

"When you put it that way, nothing I guess. It's an option that I will have to consider once I hear what Dean Bartholomew has to say, when he gets here."

"I just happen to have information on three of the best, McGill, Concordia and Université de Montréal"

"You just happen to have those. Why do I get the impression that this has somehow been contrived?"

"When Angelique won that scholarship it was always with the intention of returning here to undertake post graduate studies. You managed to change all of that by forcing her to fall in love with you This is our opportunity to right that mistake."

"For your information I did not force her to do anything. The opportunity to study with her is a compelling argument, I have to admit. It will take a special offer to top that."

Angelique and made good use of the recovery time. In between a lot of caressing and gentle touching, her face was still tender to touch, and some tentative lovemaking, we read through the brochures from each of the Universities. "I'm leaning towards McGill, it offers the courses that I'm interested in." I said after putting the brochure on the bed beside me. "We can't really make a decision until we find out what carrot Dean Bartholomew is going to dangle in front of us." 

"It's going to have to be a big carrot for me to want to go back to State." She said, and I could understand that.

It was a huge carrot, but one that didn't actually mean that we would have to stay at State U. 

"I have been in talks with several prestigious Universities, and I have received a lot of interest from them. For instance Harvard Law is prepared to offer you a full scholarship, and you don't have to play football. As for you, young lady, they are prepared to offer a position in any subject that you choose. Unfortunately they are not prepared to offer you a similar deal to Kris's, a full scholarship. Should you so desire to take up a course at Harvard," He paused and looked at her to judge her interest, "We at State U are prepared to cover the full cost of your tuition. It is the least that we can do under the circumstances."

We have suddenly found ourselves in a very good bargaining position. It was time to find out just how good it was. "What would you say if we both decided to study here in Montreal. We are seriously considering McGill. Would you be able to negotiate a similar deal with them?"

"I won't know until I try. Leave it with me and I'll see what I can do." In the mean time, I have to tell you that Professor Lawrence has been placed in a mental health facility where she will undergo a series of test while they decide what treatment is necessary. She has been suspended, with pay, while this is happening, with the view to us finding a suitable non-teaching position for her. It appears as if it will be a long process, but we are hoping for a positive outcome in her case."

After a couple of drinks he left. "Well, what do you think?" Henri asked.

"If he can pull off a deal with McGill, I'm all for it." I told him. Angelique gave me a hug, followed by a kiss, just to let me know that she was happy with that answer.

She was still happy later that night when we were both standing under the shower. It was one of those with a hand-held shower head attached to a hose that you could point wherever you so desired. At this time she had it pointed at my cock and balls, and it was having an interesting effect on those parts of my anatomy. My cock was standing up. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth while at the same time trained the spray on my balls. Holy crap, I have never come so quickly, or so hard, in my life. She opened her mouth to show me how much cum I'd sprayed into it before swallowing it. "My turn now." She handed me the shower head.

I pushed the hood aside, exposing the tip of her clitoris and turned the shower rose to 'massage', causing the water jet to pulsate, and trained it on her clit. I buried my tongue as deeply as possible into her pussy, and in a very short time I had brought her to a shuddering, drenching climax. "Oh my god, that was so good. Do me again." So of course I did.

The next day we had to et serious. Dean Bartholomew had called to inform us that he had made a similar arrangement with McGill as he had with Harvard, all that was left was for us to make our decision.

"If it would help," Henri began. The tone of his voice suggested that he had been doing some negotiating of his own. "I have been talking with your mother." He said to me. "And I have offered her the opportunity to come and live in Montreal. I have found an apartment that she can lease, I have a job lined up for her with the police department as a Clerk. Rita and Glenn are both interested in coming here and I have spoken to a couple of schools who will take them in based on their grades. I'm not putting you under any pressure at all, but we have to make a decision soon. What do you say?"

"I say yes." Angelique just about knocked me over with her enthusiasm at my answer.

When we had all settled down I looked at them. "I can see it now. All of those students who were under the impression that I was just another over-sexed jock, screwing his way through some meaningless course, just so the University had a better chance of winning the championship. They must finally realize that I am definitely not what they thought I was."