C.A.R.P. Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

C.A.R.P. Ch. 06

... Csilla, because she'd said that Caleb talking about changing the world through computers 'scared her,' and the two of them didn't want anyone who was afraid of doing big and great things. So one day Csilla was around and the next day she was gone. A week or so later, Bianka arrived, and she was alot like Csilla had been, except she was much more open-minded and optimistic about Caleb's plan for revolutionizing the computing industry. And as soon as Csilla was gone, it was like out of sight, out of mind, for just about everybody.

I realized early on that asking other people about her made me stand out, like they had just deadened her inside their minds, or, even more frighteningly, simply forgotten she'd ever existed, and when I brought her up, they all seemed irritated, like I was breaking some unspoken agreement we'd all made never to talk about people who'd chosen to leave CARP. After making that mistake a couple of times, I cut it off and stopped asking, even with Chelsea and Julia.

If either Chelsea or Julia had been completely heterosexual before they hooked up with me, I couldn't tell, because they both embraced bisexuality quite voraciously. That would be a consistent theme with the rest of my partners as well, but we'll get to them in time.

One of the things that did happen was that I was asked by Dr. Igarashi to put together a list of bands and acts that they should bring onto campus to perform. I was told not to worry about money or schedules or anything ...

... else, just give them a list of all the various people I thought would make excellent performances and for the next few years, they cherry picked off that list, with big name talent playing smaller shows just for us. For the next few years, we got a lot of private concerts designed to expose us to all sorts of music. Sure, there were college radio superstars, but there were also things like jazz quartets, hip-hop trios and everything else across the spectrum. It was sort of obvious that they were working to make sure that if we were getting the bread and circus treatment, they wanted to make sure it was the best of both. It also kept me busy, as I sort of doubled doing artist relations and putting together the playlists for the school radio station. Looking back on it now, I realize that this was also a level of media training for me, building my skills on reading people on the fly and learning how to adapt the messages I was putting forth to different people at different times. It also meant that I spent a bit of time up at Amoeba Music, always looking to find new things to expose my fellow students to.

On one of those trips, something rather strange happened to me. All three of us had gone up to Amoeba, and Julia was trying to talk Chelsea out of buying the new Morrissey record when a woman in her fifties approached me very cautiously. She had sunken eyes, large bags beneath them, as if she hadn't slept well in a long time. Her voice cracked when she spoke, and when she ...