Oscar Meyers Part 2: Academia By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005 Chapter 24 Turning at the end of the private road leading from the Druid College, Oscar jogged down the county road trying to burn off some excess energy. While robes were a unique fashion statement that set the Druids apart from everyone else, they were not designed to facilitate jogging while wearing them. He had his robes held up by a belt so that the hem was only to his knees. It looked ridiculous and he knew it, but he didn’t really care. A car pulled up beside him honking the horn. He looked over at the driver in time to hear the guy say, “Damn, it’s a guy in a dress.” Oscar was tempted to counter that it was possible he was the ugliest woman in the world, but the driver punched the accelerator and drove off. The red face on the driver told Oscar how embarrassed he was at the mistake. Looking down at his hairy legs poking out below his raised hem, he wondered what the driver was thinking. He continued jogging until he reached a mile marker. He passed by it knowing that it was half a mile from the entrance to the Druid College. He got into a distance eating pace and turned his thoughts to his life. It had been nearly six months since Georgia had returned from her visit with Claire. Relations between his girlfriends were stronger than ever. They actually touched each other with equal ease during sex, but their touches never turned sexual. That didn’t bother him. In fact, he enjoyed that each of them looked to him for their pleasure. The problem was that it was beginning to bother them. He could see that the sexual tension between the two was building. Debbie was getting increasingly more aggressive towards Georgia; while Georgia was becoming increasingly more passive towards Debbie. While the dynamics didn’t make sense to him, he knew that one day the tension would become too much and the passion would burst forth. He didn’t know if he wanted to be there when it did. He decided that it was time to ask Cole for a favor. His thoughts returned to his past discussions with Oliver and William about bringing peace to the Middle East. He was beginning to believe that William was right, but the how of the matter escaped him. He studied the Christian Religion with renewed intensity, but didn’t find anything there that gave him any hints. A horn honking brought him out of his thoughts. Expecting to find another man honking at him, he nearly tripped when he saw that it was Georgia. She leaned out the window and shouted, “Do you want a ride?” “I’ll go just a little further and go back to the house,” he answered. It was hard to yell and run at the same time. Georgia waved and drove off. He watched her pull off the road a little further down the road and turn around. When she drove past, he waved to her and sped up a little. He returned to his thoughts about bringing peace to the Middle East. When he reached the mile marker (it was the third one he had jogged past), he turned and headed back towards the house. William was getting married to Lucy that week and he was curious how it was going. He had been given an invitation, but William had suggested that things might be better if he stayed home with Debbie and Georgia. The suggestion had come with a wink and nudge. As a nerd, he knew what a wink and nudge meant. He hadn’t watched Monty Python without learning something. He didn’t know what to make of the suggestion, but he had followed the advice. The relationship between him and William had gotten off to a rocky start, but it was improving. After the one conversation, they never discussed the subjects of world peace, serving the Two- Sided One, and their competition that neither understood. Instead, they discussed politics, war, economics, and religion. Oscar bowed to William’s superior knowledge of economics, while William accepted Oscar’s superior knowledge of religious matters. On just about every other topic, they argued with great passion and usually for the same side. The women in their lives just stood to the side and watched with amusement. Oscar finally reached the driveway to the Biggers’ house and slowed down to a walk. He slowly cooled down; allowing his muscles to recover from their workout. Once he was satisfied that he wouldn’t cramp, he entered the house without knocking. To his surprise, Debbie was already there having coffee with Georgia. He said, “Hello, ladies.” “It’s about time you got here,” Georgia said. “We were about to start without you,” Debbie added glancing over at Georgia to see how she reacted. Georgia didn’t appear to react in any fashion. He took a minute to examine them. Debbie was wearing her blue robe while Georgia was wearing a nice blue dress that came to her knees. They both looked stunning and once again, Oscar couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have them both in his life. In a weird mental twist, he was reminded of an earlier incident. He said, “You won’t believe what happened to me while I was jogging.” “What?” “Some guy honked his horn and pulled up beside me with the intention of picking me up. When he realized I was a guy, he drove off red faced.” The two women laughed. Georgia said, “Next time we need a man, we’ll just send Oscar out to pick up one.” Oscar laughed while pulling off his robe. He wanted to take a shower and get rid of the sweat he had worked up while jogging. He said, “I need to take a shower. I probably smell bad enough to render you both unconscious. I’d much rather achieve the same result in a different way.” “Promises, promises.” On that note, Oscar headed off to the shower. On the way, he tossed his robe into the laundry room. While washing his hair, he realized that it had been a while since he had a hair cut. The length of it came to below his collar. It was a far change from the military haircut he had when he had first arrived at the Druid College. He wondered if he should get it cut short again, but decided to keep it long. Getting out of the shower, he paused to look in the mirror and examine himself. What he saw surprised him. He was still extremely fit, but it seemed as if the time in comfort had softened his features a little. The tautness of skin that came from living in a dry hot climate was gone. He wondered how he would adjust if he were to return to Afghanistan. He stepped out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. The two women were waiting for him in bed. Strong Georgia looked at him with desire while gentle Debbie looked at him with longing. It was a subtle difference between the two looks, but Oscar had come to recognize the difference. He said, “You two are so beautiful.” The women looked at each other. To his surprise, it was Georgia who looked at Debbie with longing and Debbie who looked at Georgia with desire. The change in roles was almost instantaneous and he had nearly missed it. When they looked back at him, it was with the same expressions as earlier. Not knowing what to make of it, he slid into bed between the two of them. Georgia pounced on him with a feline growl while he reached over and stroked Debbie; evoking a soft purr of pleasure from her. Their session began as many others with Georgia mounting his face while Debbie mounted his cock. He looked up and could see that Debbie was supporting herself by holding onto Georgia’s hips. It didn’t take long for both women to climax. Oscar came as well. When Georgia climbed off Oscar, Debbie looked at the other woman and said, “I can’t take it any more.” Oscar stared at her uncomprehending. Georgia just looked up at Debbie from the bed. When Oscar glanced at Georgia, he wanted to jump on her because she looked so inviting. Debbie beat him to it. With far more force than he had ever seen the red head use during sex, she climbed over to the other woman and kissed her on the lips. Georgia opened up and accepted the woman into her arms. Oscar watched as Debbie took an aggressive role with Georgia. She attacked the other woman’s mouth, breasts, and cunt with single-minded desire. Months of frustration boiled forth and Debbie took her pleasure from the other woman. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Even more surprising than Debbie’s behavior was Georgia’s. She was accepting everything the other woman was doing with a passivity that he’d never seen in her before. Her hands lightly stroked the other woman urging her on without demand. Her legs parted to provide access to her lower treasure. She whimpered as she came. To say that the action was exciting would be an understatement. Oscar was so hard that his erection hurt. When Debbie finally came from riding Georgia’s face, Oscar couldn’t hold back any more. He climbed on Georgia only to find himself on his back with Georgia mounting him with twice the energy normal for her. Mounted on his cock, she rode him while twisting her nipples in a manner that looked painful. Georgia rode him hard. She bit his nipples. She shoved her tongue in his mouth. If this had been the first time with her, he would have been terrified. Her aggression bordered on rape, but it’s impossible to rape the willing. When she came, her entire body locked up and a strained cry came from her lips. Debbie had watched the action wondering how it was that she had been so aggressive with Georgia. She couldn’t believe her own behavior and recognized that same greedy nature in Georgia’s treatment of Oscar. Watching the couple turned her on more than she could put in words. Exhausted, Georgia climbed off a shell-shocked Oscar. The little guy was red faced, covered in sweat, and breathing hard. Debbie moved in and gently kissed him. Her soft giving hands roamed his body healing the places where Georgia’s aggressiveness had rubbed him raw. She cleaned his cock with her mouth, enjoying the mixture of flavors. He never knew how it happened, but Oscar became aware that he was atop Debbie making long slow passionate love to her. He had no idea how long they spent, but by the time he came he was exhausted. He climbed off and fell asleep unaware that an emotional tornado had been unleashed in the room. Recovering, Debbie looked at Georgia and burst into tears. Between sobs, she managed to say, “I’m so sorry.” Georgia, still recovering from fingering herself to a dozen orgasms while watching Debbie and Oscar, didn’t respond. Little shudders were coursing their way across her body capturing her entire attention. Debbie took the silence as a rebuff and broke down crying even harder. By the time Georgia finally became aware of her surroundings, she noticed the emotional distress of the other woman. Moving around the bed so that she was seated next to Debbie, she put her hands on Debbie’s shoulders and asked, “What’s the matter?” “I’m so sorry. You must be furious with me,” Debbie sobbed. She was embarrassed and angry at her behavior. Even worse, she was terrified that her actions had destroyed their future together. Georgia had never hinted that she would accept her attentions, but she had gone ahead and done what she had wanted with the other woman. “I needed it more than you,” Georgia admitted. Over the months her desire for the red head had grown into a real need. She ran her hands over the other woman’s back. She couldn’t understand the emotions she was feeling. She wrapped her hands and rocked the woman in an attempt to calm her. She whispered in her ear, “Hush. Don’t cry.” “I didn’t ask,” Debbie sobbed. “I wanted you to do it,” Georgia replied; her soft voice coming from near Debbie’s ear. Her breasts were pressed against the other woman’s back. Surprised, Debbie said, “You never told me.” “I couldn’t tell you. Every time the subject came up, I got all mushy inside. I feel so, ‘girly.’ Strange, isn’t it?” In a deep blissful sleep, Oscar was unaware of another round of love making taking place beside him. By the time he woke, the two women were sound asleep. He climbed out of the bed and wandered off to take care of other biological needs. Pausing at the kitchen door, Oscar looked in to see if Georgia had left the coffee pot ready for him. It wasn’t. He went to the refrigerator and dug out a diet soft drink. He wondered why she would drink a diet drink considering the energy she expended exercising and decided he would never understand the female mind. He glanced at the clock and realized that he had class in an hour. If he was going to make it to the evening class, he was going to have to get ready. He made his way back to the bedroom and looked at the pair of women on the bed. Debbie was curled around Georgia; her hand slowly moving over the breast of the woman she was cuddling. The sight was the most touching thing he had ever seen. He decided that he would miss the evening class. Anyone who didn’t understand wouldn’t be worth knowing. Walking out to the living room, he turned on the television and changed to the news channel. There was a story about William’s wedding. The story reminded him of what William had said. Thinking back to the sight in the bedroom, he realized that William did understand and that made him worth knowing. Smiling, he raised his can to the television set in a private toast to William’s future happiness. The rest of the news was depressing. Most suicide bombers had taken the lives of thirty people in Israel and a hundred more in Iraq. Tensions were mounting. He was surprised to see the Rabbi Isreal Teitelbaum being interviewed about events. The reporter asked, “You are always talking of peace, but the actions of the past few weeks suggest that peace is more of a dream than ever before. What do you think?” The elderly man looked directly at the camera and said, “Peace is coming. A man shall walk the desert and his word shall change the world.” The reporter stared at the holy man in shock. This was the first time that he had ever said anything of that nature. He asked, “Are you saying the Jewish Messiah is coming?” “No. Only that a man shall come and the world will change,” the Rabbi Isreal Teitelbaum answered cryptically. Oscar stared at the television wondering what the Rabbi was doing. The reporter tried to get additional information from the Rabbi, but the man turned his back and left. It took the news channels twenty minutes to pick up the story and it was soon being broadcast on all of the channels. Within an hour, a reporter had tracked down the Reverend Leroy Jones. Sticking a microphone in his face, the reporter asked, “The Rabbi Isreal Teitelbaum has predicted that a man will walk the desert and his word will change the world.” The elderly black man smiled and looked at the reporter. In a soft voice, he said, “The Rabbi spoke the truth. A man will walk the desert and his word will change the world. Peace will come to places that have not seen peace.” “Could you give me more details?” “No.” An interview with Farzin bin Saud immediately followed that one. Oscar watched, seeing his next instructor for the first time. This interview was translated, but followed the same pattern as the previous two interviews. There was a minor variation with this interview. When the reporter challenged the Muslim Holy Man, he responded by saying, “Peace will come. If necessary it will be preceded by death on a scale that men shall never forget. It is my hope that such is not Allah’s will.” The announcements had stunned Oscar. He couldn’t believe that the Rabbi Isreal Teitelbaum and the Reverend Leroy Jones had made such a prediction in a public forum. He knew that once made, it could never be unmade. Both men believed that he was the one who would bring peace to the Middle East. He wondered how long it would be before the press tracked him down. Since it was a slow news day, the three interviews appeared repeatedly on all of the news channels. There was a stifled giggle from behind him and Georgia said, “By the Gods and Goddesses, Armageddon does mean Oscar is in the kitchen.” Dryly, Oscar said, “I came to that conclusion an hour ago when I went in the kitchen to make some coffee.” There was a squeak and two women flew to the kitchen to see the damages for themselves. Oscar chuckled as they ran knowing they would find nothing wrong. A few minutes later Debbie came back and stood in front of Oscar with her arms crossed. Frowning, she said, “That wasn’t funny.” Oscar was about to answer that he thought it was very funny when Georgia dumped a pot of cold water over his head. The two women twittered. Georgia said, “Now that’s funny.” Laughing, Oscar said, “I give up.” Once again, the news channel carried the interviews with the three religious leaders. Debbie and Georgia sat down to watch the program. They were fascinated by the cryptic comments the men made and the obvious frustration on the part of the reporters to get more information. When a commercial came on, Debbie asked, “They are talking about you, aren’t they?” Nodding his head, Oscar said, “Yes, I do believe they are.” “What’s going to happen now?” Not understanding the question, Oscar asked, “What do you mean?” Georgia answered, “The press is going to be following them around until they learn the identity of the mystery person. I’d be surprised if they can come here to teach you.” Frowning, Oscar considered what Georgia suggested. He had considered them tracking him down at some point in time, but he hadn’t considered that they would follow the Reverend Leroy Jones back to the school. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “You might be right. I don’t know what is going to happen now.” Later that evening, the three of them were watching television when a very unusual series of speculations were aired on the news. Oscar watched and burst out laughing when he heard the announcer speculate that the mystery person was William Redman Carter. Looking over at Georgia, he said, “They think it is William Redman Carter. I wonder what he’s thinking right now.” “I’m sure that he’s thinking that he can’t wait to get on his honeymoon,” she answered. Debbie asked, “Where are they going for their honeymoon?” “Oklahoma.” Both women looked shocked at his answer. Finally, Georgia blurted out, “Who goes to Oklahoma for their honeymoon?” “What’s wrong with Oklahoma? They even made a musical about it.” “You’re putting us on,” Debbie said. “Not at all. They really did make a musical about Oklahoma.” “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What are they going to do in Oklahoma?” “They are going camping,” Oscar answered. Seeing that they weren’t buying that as a reasonable explanation, he asked, “Where would you go if you wanted a little privacy? Paris? London? Bahamas?” “I don’t get it. Who’s going to recognize them?” Georgia asked. “After this speculation? Every reporter worth his paycheck is going to be looking for them,” Oscar answered. “Yeah, but that would require him to know that this news was going to be aired at this particular time,” Debbie countered. “We are talking about William Redman Carter. He is a fortune teller,” Oscar commented. This event, more than any other, convinced him that William could see the future. Curious, Debbie asked, “So where will we go on our honeymoon?” Smiling at her, he answered, “I was thinking we’d go to Iowa. I hear that there are all kinds of things to see and do there.” “Iowa? Do you want to die?” Debbie screamed. She had visions of spending her honeymoon in the middle of a corn field. Oscar burst out laughing and answered, “I take it you have a better suggestion.” “How about Hawaii, New York, California, or Niagara Falls? Anywhere would be better than Iowa,” Debbie said. Nodding as if in agreement, Oscar said, “Okay, it’s settled then. We’ll go to Omaha.” “That’s Nebraska,” Georgia corrected absently. She wondered how they had ended up talking about marriage. Oscar was taking the subject matter much better than she had expected. The next morning, Oscar stepped into the administration building to head towards his first class of the day. Dr. Ron Marcus, the green robed druid who had taught his literature class during his first year, intercepted him. Ron was running the Druid College while the Grand Druid was participating in William’s wedding. This was one of the few visits off campus that the Grand Druid had taken since Oscar had begun his studies. Ron said, “I need to talk to you for a little bit. Would you come to Oliver’s office?” “Sure,” Oscar said. He followed the Druid to the office of the Grand Druid. Despite the time spent on campus, this was his first time in the office. He stepped in and took a few moments to examine his surroundings. The wood furniture immediately grabbed his attention. It was very high quality furniture and looked like it would last for hundreds of years. He ran a finger over the conference table and said, “This is beautiful.” “It is, isn’t it?” Ron said. His eyes took in the rich tones of the wood and the simple lines of the furniture. Taking a seat without being invited to do so, Oscar asked, “So you wanted to talk to me?” “Yes. I’m sure that you are aware of what was on the news last night.” “I heard that William Redman Carter is going to bring peace to the Middle East,” Oscar replied with a grin. “It’s not funny. Your education is taking a major change because of this story. Reverend Leroy Jones has forwarded your lessons to you since he can’t come back here to teach you without some excuse. Your lessons should be in your e-mail already. You’re to work on them alone. He’ll swing by in a month to talk to you on the pretext that he’s coming to visit Beth Carter.” “That’s not good. How am I supposed to teach myself that material?” “Oh, it gets worse.” Oscar couldn’t imagine how it could get any worse. Afraid to learn the answer, he asked, “What else?” “You’ll meet Farzin bin Saud in a hotel in Cleveland where he is giving a speech to a Muslim group there. You and he are going to be meeting monthly according to his speaking schedule. You’re to keep your identity a secret,” Ron said. Looking over at Oscar, he said, “That means no red robe. You’re to wear blue jeans or other age appropriate garb whenever you travel away from here. You’re going to have to grow a beard.” “You’re kidding.” “Not at all. If a connection is discovered between you and Farzin bin Saud, then the odds are good that he will be killed,” Ron said in a very serious voice. It was the truth and Oscar knew it. Religion was a very serious matter and many took it to a point where beliefs were a matter of life and death. He looked down at the floor and asked, “Why did they announce it now?” “You’re studying the Bible. Why was it necessary for John the Baptist to announce that Jesus was coming?” “To prepare the people for his message,” Oscar answered knowing that it was a good analogy, but not a proper one. He wasn’t Jesus; he was Oscar Meyers. He wasn’t the son of God, but the son of Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Meyers.