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Danny and Tricia are visited by sexy provocateur*Veronica Xavier, Dean of Sanford E. Xavier Institute of Ed.* *Danny walked back into the kitchen of his apartment.* Dean Veronica was still sitting there, smugly smiling.* Picking up her coffee mug and handing it over to him.?Another cuppa if you don?t mind, DJ,? the Dean of Sanford E. Xavier Institute asked.?You can not call me DJ, Veronica.* And you cannot; what the hell are you doing here anyway???What am I doing?*Huh, if that?s gratitude, well wow!?* Veronica met his anger with her wit and sarcasm.* ?You give a guy a breakfast blow-job and he blows up on you over coffee!??You did not come over here to sex sabotage me in my bedroom!??Sabotage!* Hmm, I thought I was better than that,? she smirked at him.* ?And I?m sure you?ve heard of quid pro quo?* What goes around comes around,*something like that.?*Quick thinking wasn?t exactly in*Danny?s skill set this early in the morning, then the light went on.**?You can?t possibly be talking about that, oh my god.?* This woman was a sexual she-wolf*and Danny had to think on his feet.*?How about we forget about the broken chair I got called to fix in your office, and your little sex-capade in the bedroom?? he*countered.?Touche!* So you can be reasonable.* I certainly don?t want anyone to know about my moment of weakness.* And you have reasons for Tricia not knowing about this morning?s tete-a-tete,? Dean Veronica agreed.* ?Although you might remember that I had already offered that as compensation for your fine work.?Danny strode around the small kitchen thinking anxiously.* He walked over to the door to the hall.* Tricia was in the bathroom prepping for whatever she?d already agreed to that Veronica had wanted her to do.* What didn?t he know about his girlfriend? He had found her living in her car with all her worldly goods stuffed alongside her.* Wait.**?What is Tricia talking about?* The faculty barbecue tonight, why does she have to be your guest??* Danny demanded.* He was trolling along a specific line here and what the dean said next confirmed what he suddenly thought.?What you don?t know about Patricia Xavier Haynes is that the Xavier means she is the*heir to a legacy.* Our legacy is the Institute. My dear DJ,*Tricia, your roommate, is my niece, and she bears the Xavier*name and what it carries, as did my mother and Tricia?s mother and of course, our grandfather.So that was a thing.* Tricia belonged to the Institute in the same way as the classrooms and the libraries, the quad, the arbor and the athletic fields. Her family built it; it was her place.**?She should be living in the residence with me, or at least in the Xavier dorm suite.* Certainly not in this hole.?*?This Anadolu Yakası Escort hole is my home, Veronica.* Show some respect; after all, I did rescue you once upon a time,? Danny responded thinking now he had rescued another heir of the Institute.?I believe that's*settled now, DJ.* Though I must*give credit where credit is due.* I retract my 'hole' statement about your apartment.??Will you please stop calling me DJ?* I can?t believe this.* So why tonight, why the faculty barbecue?* She?s not faculty or anything.??Will you please follow the conversation?* Sit down; have a cup of coffee with me,? the dean invited him. ?You?ll be coming tonight too, I expect.?*?Yes, Tricia expects that too. She said I have to get a suit,?* he thought, distractedly voicing it aloud.?Take this to my friend Edward; he?ll take care of everything.?* Veronica dug in her purse and handed Danny a business card: Wallace and Davis, a very bespoke tailor in the city?s trendy downtown.**What the actual hell was happening? Danny thought.* A minute ago she was deep throating me in my bedroom and now she?s going to buy me a suit??I?m not going to owe you anything, Veronica,? he said.*?Then don?t; don't owe me, and*don't do it. But I will dial back on the condescension if you come to my party tonight looking like a fucking rock star,? the dean volleyed back.* ?Call it a gift.* Besides, you can?t come to rescue Tricia in a borrowed suit.* It?s tacky.?**********Relaxing on a Saturday morning with no papers to correct, Jim Curtin, S.E.X.I chemistry professor thought, Ahh.The only thing he had to concentrate on was the coffee he?d just made, some really great Jamaica Blue Mountain from an adoring student,*and a whole day of just watching baseball.* And of course, the faculty barbecue tonight.*Typically, his cell phone chimed.* He picked it up and looked at the number.* It wasn?t anyone he knew.* He was ready to let the call go to voice mail when he decided answering it wouldn?t really get in the way of his day.* He was wrong.?James Curtin?? a woman?s voice asked.?It?s Jim, really, and who is this??**?Melanie Wilkes.* Are you busy?* I need a favor from a friend.?Jim straightened up right away.* His afternoon of baseball looked like it was going to be called for rain.**?Dean, how are you??* The Assistant Dean of Admissions knew the old MAD fraternity crisis code?* What the fuck?* How??Please, Jim, it?s Melanie.* I?ve got a bit of a dilemma and if you could help I?d be ever so grateful.?* She sounded sincere and a bit embarrassed.*?So, you kind of caught me with your choice of words.* Did you know someone who was in the MAD fraternity???Oh, I met some of the MADs*because Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan my roomie used to drag me to fraternity parties when I went to Sanford E.*a long, long time ago,? the dean of admissions related.*?I was a MAD brother a long time ago.* It was a crazy house; a lot of those nerds were geniuses.? Jim settled back into his chair and picked up his coffee.*?Now more than a few of them are on corporate boards.* But they had some pretty wild parties in those days.??I know.?*Jim sat upright in the chair.*You know that I was in the MADs. Or you know the MAD brothers who are on corporate boards. Whichever, he was now very interested and very concerned.*?I hate to have to ask,? Melanie asked.?Sure, what?s going on?* How can I help??* Jim volunteered.?Well, I need a date for the barbecue and you?re my plan A.??Oh!* Okay.* Just asking but, what?s your plan B???Uhm, yeah, there?s no plan B, just you,? she answered the professor.Okay, so out of nowhere Dean Wilkes*calls and wants me to take her to the faculty barbecue at Dean Veronica?s,*Jim thought. What do you think of that? * Huh.?Melanie.??Jim???Uh yeah, I can make that work.* Do you have a car or should I pick you up???Has it been a while since you dated, Jim?* I?ll be ready at 6:30 if that?s convenient?? she asked.*?Okay, is it black tie? ?* Jim asked.**?No. But it?s not Speedos and bikinis either; wear a nice suit,? she counseled him.They said goodbyes and Jim fell back into his chair.* Dean Wilkes is handmaiden to the queen of S.E.X.I. college, Dean Veronica.* *Why, out of all the days that something weird was going to happen, would it be this?**Jim had a history of weird at S.E.X.I. college.* About fourteen months ago in his first year teaching, a hot red-haired student stumbled and fell naked into his lab during a study hall.* Of course, he acted quickly to protect and clothe the student and get her to the nurse.*That had been during a crazy spring break escapade on the campus where suddenly girls were pranking other girls to go as bare as they dared.* S.E.X.I.*had finally started accepting male students and the female student body chose to memorialize the anniversary that semester with naked joy and wild abandon.Now he had a date with a hot property on campus.* Suddenly, baseball wasn?t all that important anymore.* With the way this day was going anything could happen.* So far, it pretty much already had.**Danny Moresby parked his big green monster outside Jim Curtin?s apartment building and walked the stairs to the second-floor terrace, then reached up and knocked on the chem teacher's door.* * *************?Wait, what?? Jim looked over at Danny.* ?Dean Escort Anadolu Yakası Veronica is buying you a suit??*The two men stood watching the TV in Jim?s living room, the Dodgers playing the Padres coming faintly from the speakers.* *Danny had left Veronica with Tricia.**Actually, he?d been kind of rushed out the door by the two women.**His first thought had been to go straight to the tailor but then he had another, because he realized he needed to tell someone a story about a chair.Danny handed the card that Veronica had given him over to his friend, the chemistry professor.?'Wallace and Davis,*Clothiers for Men',?*Jim read aloud.* ?Very posh, very expensive.? The name itself was expensive; neither of them could afford a pair of socks in that shop.*?You positively have to do this. She?ll never ask you to pay for it and she?ll never take it back,? he said.?That?s what I?m afraid of.* That she?ll never take it back.* But believe me; I*am going to pay for it, one way or another.?Danny looked over at Jim; the two men went back a way.* Both of them had worked for the same contractor doing small home repairs and light rehab jobs in hot-soccer-mom suburbia.He had just told*Jim the entire story of Dean Veronica showing up at his apartment for coffee with Tricia* (leaving out the part about the breakfast blow-job), who*Danny had just discovered was Dean Veronica?s niece.* Because of course, she was.*?Do you remember sending me to her office to fix her chair?? Danny asked.The chem teacher picked up his coffee and took a drink.**?So first of all, I just forwarded a message from the Dean to you.* She asked for you, Danny,? he replied.Then Jim thought again, No, it was Melanie Wilkes who told me to send him there.* And now Melanie wanted Jim to escort her to the faculty barbeque tonight.* What the fuck?*?Well, it wasn?t*her chair that needed fixing.* When I got there that day no one was at the secretaries' desk, and the office*door was ajar.* I walked over and knocked loudly and she immediately told me to come inside.?* * * *******************?Oh my God, come in; the door is quite obviously unlocked,? a voice called.**I pushed in the large oaken door.* It was heavy and thick, definitely soundproof.* Whatever went on in that office, no one outside it could possibly eavesdrop.**The room was dark; the blinds on the windows were closed to the morning sunlight, but a small desk lamp threw a bright circle on a torrid scene.* A shapely brunette with perfect breasts sat with her arms pinioned behind a wooden chair.* She looked like she?d spent herself, yet she somehow still retained an elegant dignity in her black high heeled pumps.The shoes stuck in my mind.* Because shoes were all that the dean was wearing.**That gorgeous flawless body was naked for anyone who walked into her office to see. Her shackled arms pulled her shoulders*back forcing her chest up and out, her hard nipples jutting into the air.**Her face was flushed and spotted with the dried remains of something white and sticky,*possibly cum.*