Gretchen Lovewell - Faustian Bargain - Sex Stories

Gretchen Lovewell - Faustian Bargain

... extent of my controls and clearances. Even Reginald St. James, the chairman, and Jack’s father-in-law, doesn’t know. That’s why I called you all here.”

“Go on,” said Amy.

“Amy, you know that St. James and Bailey – and many of the other old money bluebloods – have been trying to take Jack down for years. Well, recently, I came across correspondence between St. James and Bailey relating to you, Gretchen.”

“Me?” I said, surprised. “What were they saying?”

“It will be helpful to begin by going back to an old story,” said Farah. “From Jack’s undergraduate days.”

“I thought he didn’t graduate from college?” I said, puzzled. “Is that untrue?”

Farah didn’t answer, but tapped her phone for a minute. Then she looked up and handed it to me. It was the picture of an inside page of a student newspaper from decades earlier.

QUARTERBACK JOHN GRIERSON LEAVES UNIVERSITY TO JOIN THE ARMY read the headline.

‘John H. Grierson Jr., the university’s star sophomore quarterback has announced that he will not be returning in the Fall to lead the football team. He has decided to leave the university with immediate effect to pursue a career in the army. Grierson was accused of sexual assault by English literature professor Elizabeth Anne Smythe, a case that never came to trial. Grierson has never denied having sex with Smythe and has accepted that he is likely the father of her child. However, he has always maintained that the sex between them was consensual and has offered ...

... to take on debt to pay for child support, an offer that Smythe has rejected. When asked, both Grierson and Head Football Coach Gordon Dean said that the quarterback’s departure was not related to Smythe’s accusations.’

“He was accused of a felony,” I said, handing Farah’s phone back to her. “That’s serious.”

She passed it to Amy, who put it on the table between her and Ryder so both women could read it together. She waited till they finished reading it and returned her phone before continuing.

“That’s the official story,” said Farah. “It’s a bare-faced lie.”

“How do you know?”

“I went up to Boston,” said Farah. All four of us ate in silence for a few minutes. Then she continued. “I met several of Professor Smythe’s colleagues and deans. The other professors and the dean’s office all backed her story, of course. But then I talked to people lower down in the university hierarchy – admin assistants, custodians, and security staff, most of them African Americans and other minorities. The older ones all remembered Jack.”

“Why?”

“He was the university’s star athlete. That’s the part of the university that the non-academic staff relate to. But unlike most top jocks, they all said that Jack spent time with them, the custodians and security staff, the people who clean and take care of the university buildings for the rich kids. It wasn’t just talk. He met with their kids in the ghetto, always had time to throw the ball with them. He bought them little gifts, even ...