Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage - Sex Stories

Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage

... for the two of them. When he was cleared to leave the hospital he moved into the cottage with Janice. I talked to Drew about more work from Pete that I hadn’t had any time to pursue. He said he’d take care of it. I asked why Pete was our only customer. Well, he had no idea why Pete was our only customer. Drew said he would talk to Pete about the new porn business, and then get started on adding more customers. Whom we would add, I did not know. Then again, I crunch numbers and write simple computer programs. He’s the business guy. Some bureaucratic asshole at the Alumni Association bitched that Drew wasn’t a member of the Association. The Dean was ready for that. He had my check in his hand and asked the asshole if he wanted to quibble or if he wanted the fucking money. He wanted the fucking money. I love our Dean! A couple months later, the Christmas issue of the alumni newsletter had a front-page picture of the asshole (his face, not his asshole actually) and a story about how the asshole had produced a miracle through his own brilliant and unceasing efforts and bullshit and more bullshit and yadayadayad, and they were breaking ground immediately on the new cottage. The story made no mention of Mike, or me or anybody but the asshole. I made an appointment with the Dean. I showed him the newsletter and got directly to the point. “Dean Rodriguez, how does this asshole get away with this kind of shit?” The Dean lit a cigarette and sat back. Smoking was prohibited in the ...

... buildings. He was the Dean. Guess who won. “Mark, what is different between today and three months ago?” I told him that, first, it wasn’t raining today, the only such day in three months. He laughed. Then he asked me questions. Eventually I recognized the Socratic Method at work. To summarize: In the past three months Drew had gone into remission and might be cured. A sexual predator had been removed from Anthony and was in jail. The predator’s victim had found an entirely new “Anthony life,” was doing well in school and had a part time job in his academic specialty. Mike and Sylvia had both gained experience in their future careers with Carl’s help. A couple of students had avoided prostitution charges. Drew had real world work in his business major (the Dean sure gets around). By now well over four hundred Anthony students were providing services in their majors to Anthony City businesses. Janice had gone from confused and bitter to ecstatically happy (this guy gets around a lot ). The Alumni Association had a new cottage underway. The list went on and on, and included Seth’s bonding with Nate (how the fuck does the Dean know about this?), my evolution into a full sexual partner with Jay (this was getting spooky now) and about fifty other things. “How many of these changes, all positive, have resulted at least in part from your efforts?” the Dean asked me. I started to demure, but he was having none of it. “Mark, every one of these positive changes can be traced in part or in ...