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Mike Rose's Memoirs

Chapter Three

By S. P. Riley

I waited. I had to wait. I expected to wait. I didn’t expect to wait this long. I watched her walk through that door with a liter of soda pop, and not come out, for three hours. At one o’clock in the morning, I was still waiting with my back against the wall of the men’s restroom, and my eyes flipping back and forth from the door to the book in my hand. As I sat there with War and Peace in my hands, by backpack at my side, and memories on my mind.

It was more than six months before it started. I was down in the Computer Sciences graveyard looking for some half way decent speakers. The graveyard is the large stuffy dark room where computers that were too old to use would sit until they were too old to be useful and eventually taken to the dump. For two hours I had looked for speakers that I could either, get to, worked, or even existed, and I found nothing. I sat down and I saw in an old IBM computer a three and half inch disk sitting in the drive. I figured that I could always use another disk, so I took it, and that was the only thing that I took out of the graveyard that day.

When I looked at the disk, back in my campus dorm room I got a shock. It was some guy’s doctoral thesis. Christopher Billman was a computer genius, and knew the human mind better than any shrink I have ever known. The disk had the chapters listed, and the first chapter was about how to tap into the mind’s ‘inner self’ in his words. CB wrote that it was a lot easier to tap into the subconscious and conscious mind at the same time and get at the ‘inner self’ that everyone has. It was long winded and it blew my mind away. The next chapter was how to do it, and that’s when it got interesting. Just with words he told how his experiments with hypnosis and subliminal messages worked very well on everyone, and he combined them both, and that was the next chapter. That chapter was nothing more than schematics for what he wrote as ‘the box’ in the title, but I was hoping he was planning on changing the name. The schematics were step by step, layer by layer on how to build the box to produce the effect CB talked about. At the bottom was a note that said, ‘worked better than I could imagine’ whatever that meant. The next chapter was the program that he wrote for the box, and the funny part was, it was in BASIC. I couldn’t stop

laughing. The next chapter was titled ‘Uses’ but if he got writer’s block, or realized he really needed a pizza, it was only a paragraph long, and consisted of how to lose weight. What was missing was the chapter on test subjects, and the final chapter on wrapping everything up.

I looked up Christopher Billman in the online student registry, and found him. He was dead. Five and a half years ago CB was a promising computer programming graduate student working on his doctoral degree. Five and a quarter years ago he had an unexpected stroke and died. Too much time sitting at a computer caused clots in his legs. Okay that’s my guess, but it’s the only one I could come up with. There was no mention of what he was working on, or who his advisor was, but I could guess, and I didn’t want to know. I should have.

What I wanted was to try out the box. The only problem was being a sophomore in college with a major of computer science what free time I had was reserved for taking a shower. So, I waited until summer. I went all the way home to Casper, Wyoming to my loving parents. I did get a job where my older sister, Pat, works, the police department. I became an unofficial member of the department. I set up, maintained, and in some places even created the computerized database. My older sister had skipped going to college, much to the shock of our parents, and went straight into the police academy, and out the other side. When she said that they needed someone to work on their computers that summer I got the job, and I liked it. They even let me go to the firing range and realized that firing a gun is harder than it looks.

In my free time I was working on the box. Some circuits I could buy, but the rest I had to make myself. When I finished the box, it looked like something the size of four CDs stacked on top of each other. I wrote the program in C++, and put it into the box with a USB link, my own addition to CB’s work. The way it works was you put one end of a coaxial cable into one of the box, the box creates the effect on the TV that attaches to the other end of the box. The box is like a filter. I tried it out on the little TV in my bedroom, and was not happy. The signal was so degraded that anyone would notice something was wrong, so I had to fix it.

I took everything apart, and found that one of my circuits was bleeding into another one. In the mean time I had found a store on line that sold some circuits that would replace most of what I had to make myself. I rebuilt the box, and put it back together, all while my parents were on a two-week cruise. I tested it on my little TV with the commands of ‘eat less’, ‘exercise more’, and ‘recall memories better’ to round it off. I couldn’t notice any signal degradation, and I also couldn’t notice any subliminal or hypnosis like signals on the screen. I felt defeated, but didn’t unhook the box.

The next day I ate half a bagel for breakfast, went to exercise at the police gym, and could remember each and every officer’s name. Okay, the box was working. I taped the signal going through the box, and watched what I taped frame by frame, and couldn’t see much. I then set the VCR to go slow, and then I saw it. It was like a ghosting effect of words. The message wasn’t sent in one frame, or even five frames, the message was sent over twenty frames, and the eye couldn’t pick it up, but the brain could. The ghosting would not only be sent into a person’s subconscious mind, but also the conscious mind. Christopher Billman you are a genius. I unhooked the box and found that the effect on me lasted, but only for about ten days.

So it worked, and I had climbed the mountain. Now what? I didn’t do anything. I put the disk, the program I wrote, and the box into a box, and put that box under my bed, and forgot about it. I forgot about it until a week before I went back to college. Pat, the woman who, as children I would have mud fights with, announced she was getting married. She had been dating a guy for a few years, he was a veterinarian, and finally he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with my sister. He’s asking for it. They set a tentative date for the next summer, but they looked so happy together. I wanted something like that. I wanted to be happy. I wanted a woman to love, and I had a key, or more precisely, a box.

I sat there waiting for the fat short woman to leave the main cable room at the university. Each and every TV on campus gets its feed sent through that room. The satellite signal, the antenna, and even the campus TV channel, goes through that room, and is then sent out to all the TVs on campus, in the dorms, and even to some of the student houses. In the backpack next to me, was the box, all programmed with the commands I wanted, and waiting to be hooked up.

The door opened. I slid out of her view as she put the empty litter bottle in the jamb to hold the door open. I waited to hear her footsteps go into the restroom, and then I moved. I opened the door and slipped in quickly. I pulled out the new box, about the size of a pack of cigarettes, and went to the main tower. The main switching box was easy to find. It had the cable going into the wall. I worked as quickly as possible, but at half past one o’clock in the morning, I was sure students were watching, and cursed, when I broke the connection. I screwed on the box, and reconnected the cable. I slipped out just as quickly as I had been going in, but in reverse. I slipped into the men’s restroom just in time, because I heard the woman washing her hands. I then heard her go into and shut the door to the control room. I went back to my dorm room.

My roommate was snoring in the other room, but that wasn’t what kept me awake. I couldn’t wait for my self mandated week to be up. I wanted that week for everyone’s programming to sink in. I tested out the box on my sister. If a person watches a box signal laden TV for only ten minutes they might hesitate or even resist the command of say, take off your shirt and play with your breasts. If a person watches the TV for over four hours, he or she would not even hesitate the command of say, go out into the middle of a mall and start shooting. So I waited.

Six and a half days went by, and I was ready. I watched everyone at breakfast, lunch, and dinner with their eyes glued to the TVs scattered around campus. I hadn’t spent that time wastefully. I made a list of the women I wanted to play with. Unknown to me the name Amber Farmer, someone I met freshman year, but I’ll get to that. All through classes, and in the computer lab I was nervous. I wanted to try it out on someone, but I didn’t want that person to be mad at me if it didn’t work. I picked my roommate. I came back to the dorm room, and came into the livingroom, but he wasn’t there, and all his stuff was gone. I went to his bedroom, and found it empty. In the bathroom there was a note stuck to the mirror, where we leave notes for each other. The note was simple. He had mononucleosis. My roommate had the kissing disease. I found that funny. He didn’t even have a girlfriend.

I thought about what to do, and then I heard my next door neighbors bang against the wall. My neighbors were two girls, whom I would normally not have a chance with. I gave a little evil laugh. I went into the hall, and knocked on their door. I heard yelling. They were yelling at each other about who would answer the door. How those two ever became roommates I’d never know.

"Yeah what?" I heard as the door opened, and I saw Oasis Brown. She was a shorter woman with dark hair and dark eyes. Her face had small round cheeks and her chin was narrow and pointed. She could be rather good looking if you didn’t know her, and know she was a real pain in the ass. "Mike what do you want?"

"Hi Oasis, is Julie around?" I asked. Just then Julie Dawn came out of her room. She was a very tall blond woman. At the time she was wearing a T-shirt with a chicken on it, and jean cut off shorts that made her long legs seem even longer. I always thought that she was rather flat chested, and would look much better with a boob job.

I licked dry lips and said it. For the first time I said the phrase, the phrase that would change my life. "Albany, CD, Washington." The command phrase was something I thought no one would put together; a place, thing, and person. I held my breath as I looked at the two women.

"Anchorage, chair, Bush," both women said at the same time.

I nearly wet my pants. I looked at them and they just stood there looking at me. I looked into their eyes, and found no hint of a trance. They looked like nothing was different about them, and I hoped that was wrong. "Please let me in," I said.

Oasis opened the door a little more and she said, "Come on in."

"Close and lock the door," I said and Oasis complied. I looked at the two women waiting for me to tell them what to do, and to be honest, my mind was blanker than a new computer disk. I just looked at them, and they looked at me. I swallowed a try throat and said, "Oasis what will you do for me?"

Without pause she said, "Anything you tell me to do." She stood there and looked at me.

"Julie, what will you do for me?" I asked the blond woman.

Not to be outdone by Oasis Julie said, "Anything and everything you tell me to do." I saw the two women give each other angry looks.

I shook my head and asked in complete incomprehension, "Why are you two always fighting?"

"She always eats my food," Oasis said pointing at Julie.

"I do not," Julie said, "You always borrow my clothing without asking."

"That’s a lie!" Oasis screamed.

"Stop!" I shouted, and both women stopped their squabbling and turned back to me. I shook my head in sadness at the two of them. Then a thought popped into my head. I hoped this would work. "Julie come here and stand facing Oasis. Now ladies I command you to love each other. It is a deep emotional love for each other. Your heart belongs to the other woman. Your soul belongs to her." I thought about going further, and did. "Not only is your love for each other spiritual, but it is also physical. You find that sex with each other is better than any man, except for me, could be. Since you love each other you will also stop fighting, tone down the yelling and screaming.

You love each other." I paused to look at what I had done. The women were looking into each other’s eyes and I could see a flush to their cheeks. They were both breathing hot and hard. Julie had her hands between her legs touching herself through her shorts. Oasis had her hands pressed firmly to her legs, and I could see her thighs press tightly together.

I smiled to myself for helping them out. "Julie, do you have any dance music?" I asked.

She finally broke eye contact with Oasis and said, "Yes."

"Good go get it ready to play, out here if you can," I said. Oasis looked at me, questioning silently, what I was up to. Julie came back with a CD and opened the DVD player next to the TV. "Now ladies, here’s what you are going to do. You are going to perform the most erotic striptease you can imagine. You will make it as sexy as possible. Your goal is to make me cum in my pants. Do you understand?"

Oasis gave Julie a sly sidelong glance and said, "I understand."

"Me too," Julie said, giving Oasis the same look.

"Good you may start," I said.

Julie pressed a button on the remote and from the TV came some pounding sound. The two women were like snakes intertwined. They were rubbing up against each other like two sticks trying to make fire. I could clearly see Julie’s erect nipples through her T-shirt. Oasis lost her top first to show purple bra-covered breasts. Oasis literally slipped under Julie’s shirt and pushed it up. Julie’s small potato like breasts came out. They were disrobing each other more for themselves than for me.

The two girls started to swing their hips and grinding their pelvises together. Oasis was at perfect height, so as a tit went past she sucked it into her mouth. Julie swung her blond hair back and gave a little moan as the pounding music went on.

Oasis had somehow wiggled out of her pants and was letting gravity pull them down. Julie wanted to help so she got on her knees, still swaying to the music, and pulled down Oasis’s purple panties. Oasis shaved her bush completely off, so Julie took that as an invitation to give the smooth skin a lick. Oasis shivered when the wet tongue of her lover touched her bare skin. As Julie stood up, she hooked her fingers under Oasis’s bra and pulled up. Oasis obliged by raising her arms and letting herself become naked.

It was Oasis’s turn to turn the tall blond into a nudist, and she knew it. Oasis swayed over to Julie’s side, and slipped her hands down the front and back of Julie’s tight shorts. I saw Julie’s eyes went wide at what Oasis was doing under that tight denim. The song ended and another pounding beat came up, and both girls started to move along with the new sound. I’m not sure how, but Oasis was able to slide Julie’s tight shorts down. Julie’s thick dark bush came into view, and I made a mental note to tell her to shave it off. Julie swayed and moved her legs closer together to let the little woman do her work. With two steps out of the last stitch of clothing she had on Julie was now as naked as Oasis.

Both girls were sweating and they were pressed up against each other, moving as one to the music. They turned to me, and with Oasis in front they bounced, pussy first, toward my face. I could smell the sex in the air. I could see the lust in their eyes. My fifth appendage was tenting my pants. "Okay that’s enough!" I called out and although the music went on their dancing stopped. "Whom has the better bed?"

"I do," they both responded at the same time.

I grabbed them both by the arm and pulled them into the nearest room. The beds in the dorms are not large, but they are long, and more than enough for three people, if those three people are on top of each other. I pushed Julie onto the bed and spread her legs apart, and dropped my pants. I still had my shirt on as I kneeled between her open legs. Oasis went to Julie’s wet tongue and kneeled over it. Julie was a sex machine as her tongue worked on her lover’s snatch, her hands were blindly going over Oasis’s body. Oasis was enjoying herself as she fondled Julie’s breasts. I on the other hand was concerning myself only with my own pleasure. My not so long manhood touched Julie’s wrinkled opening and I unlocked it.

I have never had sex before, but I had the internet, and knew what to do. What I didn’t expect was that there would be much resistance. I thought that over the millions of years of evolution sex would be something just easy and fun. I had to work to get my dick into Julie’s pussy. Work, on the whole I did enjoy. I got a thrusting motion down, and I was like a pump, going and out and in a little bit more each time. Julie wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me in more. Everyone was sweating, my hair was getting in my eyes, and I had never had that much fun in my life. I felt the dam in my dick start to open, and I let it. Never had I felt something like shooting my cum into another person, but I liked it. I liked it a lot! Julie let out a moan as she felt what I had done, and I could feel the thrusting getting easier and easier as I moved in and out with more lubrication. Finally, the pumping in my dick had stopped, and I could feel myself starting to get soft again.

Then the phone rang. "Damn it," I said.

Julie took her tongue out from under Oasis’s body and said to me, "That’s probably my boyfriend Josh." I looked down at her and spit out, "Well he’s not your boyfriend anymore. Answer the phone and if it is Josh break up with him. Don’t tell him why, and don’t tell him what we’re doing. And if it’s someone else tell them some BS story that doesn’t involve us having sex." Julie struggled to get up and got to the phone on the fifth ring. "Hello," She said, "Oh hi. Nothing, just studying. Well it is kind of late, and I was in the middle of something that I want to finish. I think I’ll just grab a pizza. Oh, I don’t know, maybe around ten. Sure see you then, by." Julie returned the phone to the cradle and she turned to me and said, "That was my friend Jo. She wanted to invite me to dinner, but you heard. She’s coming over at ten o’clock tonight." "Excellent," I said, "You can show her what good friends you are with Oasis now." A little look of fear came over Julie’s face as she started to walk back toward the bed. "Freeze," I said, "you can’t move a muscle. You are frozen in place." Just like that Julie was a living statue. I looked over at Oasis, who was dumbfounded by what she was seeing, and then back to Julie. Julie just stood there in mid strides, waiting for me to tell her something. I wondered how long she would remain standing there. I could see her start to sway slightly. "Oasis," I said and she looked at me, "do you have any ideas of what to do with Julie while she’s like this?"

"Oh yes," She said.

"Don’t tell me," I said, "just do what you want with her."

Oasis moved her naked body over to the tall blond and looked thoughtfully at her. The brunet grabbed hold of one leg and pulled them apart. Julie’s body was yielded to what Oasis was did, and Julie found herself with her legs spread so far apart that I almost thought she was going to slide into doing the splits. Oasis smiled and then picked up a ping pong racket that was on the floor. With the handle sticking up Oasis positioned the racket under Julie. Making sure the alignment was just right Oasis pushed the frozen Julie down, onto the racket. The handle touched Julie’s body, and I saw Julie blink, and then I saw the handle start to disappear into the blond woman’s body. I have to say I didn’t think of doing that. When the handle was in as far as it would go, Oasis started to pull the blond woman up. The racket was still in Julie’s body as she was stood upright, with the paddle flat between her legs.

Oasis seemed to be finished and she looked back at me for approval. "Very nice," I said, and Oasis got a broad grin on her face. "Julie, you may move again," I said and the blond woman shifted. She looked down at the racket sticking out of her, and unsure of what to do about it. "Leave it in," I said to Julie. "Now Julie there is another racket on the floor there, why don’t you put it into Oasis. Oasis you will let her."

The brunette shot me a glance of only a small amount of fear. Julie, making sure the racket would stay inside her, bent over and picked up the other paddle. Julie pushed Oasis onto the bed, next to me, and spread the brunette’s short little legs. Oasis must have had juices between her legs, because Julie wiped something off of her, and wiped it onto the handle. Julie wiggled the handle around and around in Oasis’s tight little cunt, and then with a massive thrust that made Oasis gasp, and her eyes bug out, the handle went deep into that shaved cunt. Oasis gritted her teeth as the wood went in, and in, and finally the only thing that could be seen of the racket was the flat paddle part.

"Now that’s entertainment," I said. "Both of you stand up next to each other." They both did, facing me. I began to think again how much command I had over them. I figured it was time for a little test. I licked dry lips and breathed in to say what I wanted, "orgasm." I don’t know if the ladies’ eyes bugged out because their minds were reacting I told them to do, or because their bodies were doing what I told them to do. They both let out a moan, Julie’s slightly higher pitched, and their bodies quivered. Oasis reached out her hand to grab onto Julie, as her knees gave out under her and she sank to the ground on her knees. The racket inside Julie came out, and bounced off the floor. Oasis’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Julie’s body went into a full spasm. As with all things it didn’t last. I suppose I could have commanded them to continue to orgasm, but I didn’t. I was acting nice that way.

Oasis struggled to her feet, using Julie to support herself. Julie picked up the racket off the floor, unsure of what to do with it. They both looked at me, with tired worn eyes, and silently asked the question, ‘so what’s next?’

"Answer truthfully," I said, and both girls nodded, "Oasis did you have a real orgasm or did you fake it?"

"I was real," Oasis said nearly breathlessly.

"Julie," I said, "same question."

"I had a real orgasm," Julie answered with a little more strength than Oasis.

"You may take the racket out of yourself now Oasis," I said. The brunette carefully removed the flat wood from her body and held it like Julie, unsure of what to do with it. I found my pants and pulled them on. I then addressed the two women. "Ladies, here’s what is going to happen. I am going to leave. You will forget that I was ever here. What you will remember of the past hour is this. You two were fighting, and in the middle of fighting somehow your lips pressed against each other, and you found you liked it. You liked it so much that you two had lesbian sex. You will realize that you are now in love, like before, and will not fight anymore. It is up to the two of you to decide if you want to tell anyone. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Was Oasis’s response.

"I understand," Julie replied.

"Good two more things, Julie, you will shave your bush completely off and get breast implants. Oasis try being nicer to people," I said watching them accept these commands.

I smiled and left their rooms. I smiled the rest of the night. I heard slight moaning going on in the dorm room next to me that night, and I chuckled to myself. Not only had I changed two bitter enemies into lovers, but I had completely changed their whole sexual identity. That box was making me a demigod of some kind. I liked it.

The next day I decided to start with my list. I had to wait until my afternoon class to get to her so I had lunch in-between. I got my tray of food and sat down at the table that Bob and I usually sat at. Bob came up a few minutes later. Bob was a big guy, and by big I mean tall and full of more muscles in his right arm than I did in my entire body. He had dark hair, and dark eyes, but was the nicest guy in the world. That could be a reason why he got into the education of science.

"Well you’re smiling," Bob said in his usual calm, almost a monotone manner.

"I had a great day yesterday," I said.

Bob opened his bottle of fruit juice and looked up at me. When I didn’t say anything Bob looked and said, "Are you going to elaborate or do I need to guess."

"Well two things happened," I said with a smile. "First my roommate got mono and had to leave school."

Under his breath Bob said, "lucky bastard."

"The other thing that happened was, I got lucky," I said and Bob realized how ironic his statement was.

"You’re shitting me," He said.

"Nope," I said, "but if you ask who I’m not telling."

"Oh God it was a man," Bob said knowing I would respond. "You had sex with a man didn’t you."

"No, I didn’t," I said thinking about using the code phrase on him, but turned down the thought. "It was a tall blond woman, and that’s all you’ll get from me."

Bob shook his head and then said, "So what’s your third wish?"

I smiled and said, "A little revenge."

Her name was Kimberly Shoemaker, and she was the biggest bitch in the world. I don’t know how, but every year since I had started college I had been in at least one class per semesters with Kim, and she wasn’t even in computer science. I wasn’t even sure what her major was. Whatever she planned on being, she was a bitch. I hope she knew what she was mad at me about, because I had no clue. She was a rather short woman, with blond hair. Her blue eye always seemed angry, or maybe it was just me. Her breasts were nicely shaped, and I was thinking about getting my hands on them.

We had English class together, and we were learning, again, about how to read a book. War and Peace was our current subject, and we had to discuss what the author really meant, and to be honest I was quite bored. If I wasn’t forced to take the class I wouldn’t have been there. I guess it was the same with Kim, but I didn’t care. Halfway through the class she looked over at me, and I smiled at her. She gave a little scowl and sneer at me. She was wearing a dark jacket over a white blouse, and a dark dress.

I waited until class was over and I hung out by the door. Kim didn’t walk with friends, and I didn’t mind. Finally, Kim came out with a load of books under her arm. She didn’t even look at me so I called out to her. She stopped turned around and walked up to me.

"What the fuck do you want ass hole," She said to me showing me her strait white teeth in a sneer.

"Albany, CD, Washington," I said quietly to her face.

"Anchorage, chair, Bush," Kim said realizing what just happened.

"Don’t say a word, and follow me," I said, and the blond was in tow. I walked to the stairs and went up two flights to the wooden rooms on the fourth floor. These were the classrooms that no one used anymore because they didn’t have heat in the winter, or air conditioning in the summer. Since it was summer, the rooms, and even the hallways, were stifling hot. I found a room that I knew had a bad knob and twisted hard and pushed on the door at the same time. It opened with a pop.

Kim followed me and I shut the door. The room had white walls with windows that had blinds on them. The floors were wood, and since the room was so close to the top of the building there were wooden beams sticking through the floor and up into the ceiling. In the room there was an unused chalk board on the far wall, and six padded chairs with wooden desks attacked to the chairs were scattered around. I wondered why they left the desks there, and then I realized they were bolted to the floor.

I stopped and turned to Kim. "Kim, I’m about to have a little fun. I don’t care if you enjoy what I do to you. All I expect from you is complete and total obedience. You will obey me. Say it."

"I will obey you," Kim said with a slight sneer.

"Good," I said. Kim put her books on the desk closest to her, and looked at me. I smiled and then asked, "Why do you hate me so much?"

Kim hesitated before saying anything. Finally her mouth opened and she said, "You know my secret."

I do? I didn’t know anything about her other than she was a bitch. "Humor me," I said, "tell me your secret again."

Kim swallowed and whispered, "I’m a hermaphrodite."

What! "What!" I cried out. "You’re a she-male. How the hell was I suppose to know that?"

Kim looked up at me with a strange eye and said, "I thought you saw up my dress the one day I wasn’t wearing panties in our freshman year. You really didn’t know."

Granted I wasn’t thinking about what she said to me. "You have a dick," I said more in shock than conformation.

"Why does everyone make a fuss about it," Kim said seeming depressed.

"Okay sex is out," I said out loud what I was thinking. Then I thought for a second. "Can I see it?"

I watched her tense and then ask, "Is that a command?"

Oh right, I had to command her. "Yes that is a command."

Kim swallowed hard and then lifted her dress and pulled down her dark panties. I felt nothing other than curiosity as I looked at it. Much to my surprise Kim shaved off all the hair around it, if there was hair there to begin with. It looked like a stunted penis. She even had two small balls hanging down under a three inch long penis. I just looked at it in awe. "Are you done?" Kim asked.

"I guess so," I said. "Wow I had no idea."

"I suppose you’re going to fuck me in the ass now," Kim said. "No," I said. I was honest. I had no sexual thoughts at all. But I wondered about how much control I had over her. "Kim turn around. Drop your dress and panties. Lean over the desk, and brace your arms on it. Kim when I snap my fingers you will feel the sharp crack of a bamboo cane against your ass. You’ll hear it, feel it, and if you look around you’ll see it. Do you understand?" "Yes," She said. Her bare ass looked good. There were no imperfections on either round cheek. To be honest I thought about doing her ass, but I had other plans. She looked like she was about to cry.

I raised my fingers and she took a quick glance at me. I snapped my fingers. Her eyes went wide and her ass gave a little jiggle. Kim gave out a little scream. I looked at her ass, and a red line formed on both butt cheeks. Not only did she think that she was being wacked on the ass, her body thought so too. This was very curious. Tears were starting to form in her eyes and she looked up at me.

Okay I felt pity on her. "Kim, you are really enjoying being wacked on the ass. It gives you a sexual thrill," I said. Hell, one of us should enjoy themselves. I snapped my fingers again. This time Kim didn’t scream, she moaned. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. I saw another red welt formed on her ass.

"Please sir may I have another?" Kim asked.

I snapped my fingers for a third then fourth and then fifth time, and then erased her memory. I did leave, in her mind, that she would no longer act rude or mad at me. Kim walked off with only a slight change in her walk. For some reason that experience left me with a great desire to study. The rest of the day, and night, I did my school work.

I did get a call from my former roommate. He said that he got mono and had to go home. I knew that. Usually mono lasts four months, so he expected to be back before the end of the semester. I felt bad fore him, but there was nothing I could do. I wished him well.

The rest of the week went without much going on. I realized how far behind on my studies I was, and worked hard to keep my GPA up. I heard Oasis and Julie a few times, moaning through the wall. I considered joining them, but shot that idea down. I did notice that Julie got an increase to the size of her breasts, and she looked better for it.

It was two and a half weeks after Kim let me know why she hated me, on a warm Friday in late September. I checked the mini-fridge, but I already knew that it was empty. I drank my last can of soda pop. I ate my last apple. I was hungry. In college I often lose track of time, and miss the hours that the food courts are open. So I had to walk down to the closest grocery store. Now, the closest grocery store to campus is still two miles away, and when you’re hulling fifty pounds of food and drink, those two miles back are the equivalent to ten. And then I saw her at the gas pumps. Her brownish red hair was wavy, almost curly. Face was slightly rounded with a smooth chin and a sloping nose. She had on too much makeup for my taste. She was tall, and not just because she was wearing black heals. The only thing odd about her was the fact she looked like she was wearing a white silky night gown. I recognized her as a student at the university. She was in one of the sciences, but I wasn’t sure which. I didn’t even know her name. Oh well, I was thinking, she had a car, and I didn’t. She must have watched some TV in the past week, and that meant she was mine. I walked up to her just as she was closing the door to her gas tank.

"Albany, CD, Washington," I said.

She stood up and wiped her head of hair back and said, "Anchorage, chair, Bush."

"You will obey me," I said.

"I will obey you," She said.

"What’s your name?" I asked.

"Gloria Smith," She said.

"Hi, my name is Mike Rose. Gloria, where were you going?" I asked.

"Back to campus," She said.

"Excellent," I said. "You can take me along." I put the four bags of food into the back of her car.

"Okay," Gloria said getting into the car.

I followed and got into the passenger seat of her white Ford. Gloria started the engine and we were off. Just to make small talk I asked, "Is that a night gown you’re wearing?"

"This is not a night gown!" She said with anger in her voice.

I flinched and said, "Sorry it was just a question. I mean it looked like you were wearing a night gown. Also you look like you have too much makeup on."

Gloria didn’t look happy. "I had a date," She said, "a blind date that is. He never showed up. I don’t get out much, and I thought that I would take a chance. This is what I get. I get all made up, and I bought this new dress, and what happens. I spend an hour in a hot smoky bar, and still he didn’t show up. God I feel like such a dip."

"I’m sorry," I said. Gloria took a turn too fast and we both felt it, and my groceries slid around in the back. Gloria slowed down and regained control.

"Thanks," She said. We were quiet for a little and then she said, "So you were going to walk all the way back to campus with all those groceries?"

"Well I planned on it, but then I saw you," I said.

"You know if you had just asked I would have given you a ride," Gloria said. I looked at her and she looked at me. She meant it. "I’ve seen you around campus. You’re a computer geek."

"Thanks," I said a little hurt. "Well I know you’re a science geek."

"I wear it like a badge," Gloria said proudly. "But do you know which science?"

Hell, I had no clue. I took a guess. "Chemistry?"

"Good guess," Gloria said, "you’re right just to be clear. I’m a chemistry major." I glanced down at her smooth legs. She must have shaved recently. "Well I’m glad I’m at least getting some looks," Gloria said noticing my eyes.

I blushed. "You look stunning," I said.

"Thank you," Gloria said actually sounding like she meant it. "You know you’re the first nice guy I’ve met since I started college."

"You’re just saying that because you have to obey me," I said.

"No I’m taking you to campus because I have to obey you," Gloria said. "I’m saying you’re a nice guy because you are."

"And how do you know I’m a nice guy?" I asked.

"Your eyes," She said. I looked over at her, and she looked at me. She smiled at me. For a very good reason my heart started to beat fast.

Without realizing it we were on campus and Gloria was parking in her spot. I felt I had to say something, "Um, are you doing anything this evening?"

"Not anymore," Gloria said sitting in her seat.

"Well would you care to watch a movie?" I asked.

"With you?" Gloria asked teasing knowing what I meant. "Why not? I have nothing else to do, and I am curious to see how many slave women you have at your place."

"You still have to obey me, you know," I said.

Gloria got out of the car and opened the back door. "I know," She said with a smile and grabbed two of my bags of groceries. I gritted my teeth. There’s something about her that I liked, and I had no problems with her saying rude things to me.

We chatted on and on as we walked to my dorm. Gloria wanted to see if I could fit all the groceries into the mini-fridge, and was shocked to see that it just barely fit. From my video collection Gloria picked out The Shawshank Redemption and we watched the entire two and half hours of it.

Half way through the movie Gloria caught me looking down at her legs, again. "Go ahead," She said taking my hand, "there’s a reason why I shaved them." She put my hand on her leg and I felt soft skin under my fingers. She even slid my hand over her leg. My pulse quickened and Gloria smiled.

"You can’t be a chemist," I said, "you’re too beautiful to be one."

"I am a chemist, in training," Gloria said. "And the only people who have ever called me beautiful are my parents."

"I don’t believe it," I said. "I can’t believe it. Gloria, you are beautiful."

Gloria’s already red cheeks turned a natural red. "Mike," She said turning to me. Her red lips came close to mine and then she gave me a little kiss to my lips. "Thank you." My heart was beating faster than I had ever had it beat before. My pants were getting tight, and I didn’t mind. Her kiss was more exhilarating than sex with Julie. Gloria Smith was getting to me.

"Are you usually a tease like this?" I asked.

"No," Gloria said, "but I like you."

By the time the movie had ended I had my arm around Gloria, and she let out a long yawn. "I’m tired," Gloria said.

"You could sleep here," I said.

"This is not a night gown, okay," She said.

"Okay," I said, "then at least let me walk you home."

"I still have to obey you, you know," Gloria said.

"I know," I said.

I walked Gloria across campus to her dorm. The only person we met was a drunk vomiting just off the sidewalk. I walked her to the door of her dorm, and then she insisted that I walk her to the door of her room, and I obliged.

As soon as she opened her door we both heard, "Where have you been?" The woman was a short little pudgy woman with short brown hair. She looked like she should have the word ‘mother’ written all over her.

"Hi Beth," Gloria said.

"George called, and said he couldn’t make it," Beth said. Then she saw me and I think she was a little shocked. As Gloria walked into her own room, I heard Beth whisper, "He’s cute."

"I know," Gloria whispered back. "Elizabeth, this is Mike Rose. Mike, this is Elizabeth Adams, my roommate."

"It’s nice to meet you," I said and shook her hand. "Well, um, Gloria, it’s been fun. I think I should get back to my place."

"Aren’t you forgetting something?" Gloria said with a folded slip of paper in her hand. She handed it me and turned me around to the door. As she pushed me out, she whispered into my ear, "Call me."

The door shut and locked in one smooth seamless instant, and I was left standing out in the hall. I stood blinking, asking myself what just happened. I unfolded the paper in my hand. It was simple, her name, phone number, e-mail address, and three words, "Dream of me." No problem there.

So the days went by, and then the weeks, and then a few months, and somehow Gloria and I became closer and closer. Often I would go to her and she would come to me, and we would just spend time together, usually studying. She would sometimes have the smell of chemicals on her. I would have dust brushed off me from, "settling on me while I was programming," as Gloria put it. Beth would come into the living room and see us necking. After too many times Beth just told us to continue like she wasn’t there, okay.

Nothing was going on until late November. I hadn’t used the command phrase since meeting Gloria. I didn’t have a reason. I was programming late in the computer lab and Nathan, the computer monitor, got a call. "Guess what I just heard," Nathan said to me. He was a fat guy, and in need of a good wash and shave, but on the whole a nice guy.

The only two people in the lab were I and some girl typing on a chat room. That, and Nathan was my friend. "You just heard that a Russian super model needs a green card and asked you to marry her," I said.

"No, but I like the way you think," Nathan said. "I just heard that some girl named Amber Farmer was found dead at the bottom of suicide slope."

That name rang a bell. Amber Farmer was on my list. That list of women I wanted to use the code phrase on. She was a real hotty, not as good looking as Gloria mind you, but still good looking. Since I was at a computer, I looked her up. "She is, or was, a junior, majoring in the education of philosophy. Oh God an education major wanting to teach philosophy. There’s something we don’t need. They have a picture here, man she’s hot. Wow she was from Wyoming just like me." Not that I didn’t know that, but I had to keep up the idea I didn’t know her.

I saved my work and started heading back for my dorm. There was something that was bothering me about the fact she was dead. I had picked her for my list. If I hadn’t met Gloria, I would have had some serious horizontal workouts with Amber. Now she was dead. There was something about that I didn’t like. She was mine, damn it. Even if I didn’t take her, she was mine. I owned her, and someone took her away from me. That made me mad. It made me so mad I wanted to do something about it.

I looked up and saw the light on in the school newspaper office. The editor of the newspaper was a good friend of by the name of John Parks. John was a thin tall man with a long narrow head and a crooked nose. His hair was short and blond. Most of the time John was a mixture of seriousness and humor. I stopped in.

"Mike what are you doing here at night?" John asked as I came through the door. The newspaper was in the corner of the building and most of the rooms where the reporters were didn’t have doors. John’s door was never closed and I walked right in. He was looking at a computer screen, and he was the only one around.

"I just heard that Amber Farmer was found dead at the bottom of suicide slope," I said.

"She sure was," John replied. "Damn shame, but she was quite a looker. Is that why you came by here?"

I came up with a really lame excuse. "Well we were both from Wyoming, and well I was curious."

John gave me a sly grin and pulled out a toy. It was a Star Wars toy of two jedi knights battling each other with light sabers. John was, and is, a big Star Wars fan. Well, no one’s perfect. "I tell you what," John said, "you knock my guy off and I’ll tell you everything I know. I knock your guy off and you tell me the real reason why you want to know about Amber Farmer."

"Deal," I heard myself say. Someone was smiling on me that night, because on the first wack I knocked the figure of some tan colored humanoid off the platform using some guy with a red and black head.

"I don’t believe it," John said. "I’ve never lost at this game."

"Damn, so what do you know?" I asked.

John picked up his fallen figure and put him back on the platform, with love. "Farmer didn’t go down without a fight," John said putting the toy back in its place.

"Meaning?" I asked.

"She had a broken nose. The only problem was she landed head first, and then slid the rest of the way to the bottom, on her back. There is no way she could have broken her nose in the fall. She had to have broken her nose before she went over the side. Last I heard from the police is, there are no suspects at this time." John smiled at me, or at least my reaction.

Okay I don’t know how, but my sister and I are not far from the same path. I entertained the idea of becoming a cop myself, but I wanted to make money. But there was something that happened on my campus, to a woman I had called as my own, and I had a very good edge to find out what happened. "Would you care if I looked into this?" I asked.

"Why should I let you?" John asked.

"I guess you really don’t have a choice as to if I look into this, but I would rather look into is for the school newspaper and then give you what information I have," I said.

This made John laugh. "You had a crush on her didn’t you," John said. I don’t know what I looked like, but it made John laugh again. "You did, that is so cute. Aren’t you with that brunet from the chemistry department?"

"Her name is Gloria Smith," I said, "and I would rather she didn’t know about this. I just need to know about what happened to Farmer."

John opened his desk and pulled out two things. "Here’s a note pad," John said tossing it to me, "I expect each and every page filled with information when you’re done. Here’s a press pass. This will get you through some lines, but not all. Watch yourself. Whoever killed Farmer is still out there, and once they killed for the first time, the second time is much easier."

I stepped out into the night, and didn’t have a clue how to start. It was like being a runner and having no idea where the race was. I even looked to my left and right trying to figure out which way to go. I took a quick breather and cleared my head. Okay, first stop, the crime scene.

Suicide slope is a thirty-foot drop down to a little creek. Usually once a year some student who just can’t hack it will cross the wooden fence and decide to let gravity do the work. The drop is almost strait down with layers of limestone bedrock mixed in with layers of shale. If you went over, you were not going back up unless you were in a body bag. The only reason why they don’t wall it off is because of the view. Near suicide slope is a recreation of Cleopatra’s Needle made of black granite, and in a circle around the pillar are black granite benches. Usually it is a place for people to eat their lunch outside.

The night was cold and I wished I had something warmer, but I made it out to suicide slope without my teeth chattering. It wasn’t hard to see where Farmer went over. There was yellow police tape all around it. The yellow tape went around the fence and out and around the monolith. There was even a lone officer standing around looking like he would rather be waist deep in sewage.

"Hey kid just move alone," The officer said. He was thick around the middle, and not just because of the bullet resistant vest he was wearing under his navy blue uniform. He had on a thick coat, but it was unzipped and open. His eyes told me that he could really use come coffee or a cigaret or both.

"I’m with the school newspaper," I said lifting my ID.

"Sure you are," The officer said unimpressed.

"Amber Farmer was a good friend of mine," I said putting a touch of sadness in my voice. Mom, you would be proud I put those acting lessons to good use. "I just want to know what happened to her."

"Look kid, I’m sorry about your friend, but I can’t tell you anything about what happened. Not that I don’t want to, but I just don’t know anything. Those fuckers don’t tell me anything," The officer said less than happy.

I nodded my head in a sadness expression and looked around. "Why is the tape stretching all the way to the needle?" I asked.

"Oh there’s some blood drops coming from there to about halfway to the fence," The officer said. "I heard someone say they think it might be the girl’s." Bingo.

"She started bleeding over there, stopped bleeding, and what went over the side of the fence?" I asked like I didn’t already know.

"Well hell I don’t know," The officer said. I was putting him down as not being in any of the high IQ classes. "There’s a bigger blood spot at the half way mark. Then there’s these lines on the ground."

I looked at what he was indicating. Sure enough there was a larger pool of blood on the ground about the size of a man’s palm. I looked like it had already been sampled because of the smear in the pool. Then the lines the officer indicated were parallel drag marks. My eyes looked up at the officer who looked confused. "I heard she was hit in the nose," I said.

"Yeah I heard that too," The officer said.

"So she was hit in the nose, which caused it to bleed, at the needle," I said and pointing out where I was talking about. "She stumbled or was guided to here, at the mid point, and she went down to the ground. Then she was dragged to the fence, and pushed over." I pulled out my note pad and started putting down my thoughts.

"Yeah I guess that’s what really happened," Said the officer.

"Wow you’ve been a big help, officer?" I asked to get his name.

"Oh um, Romine, Eric Romine," Officer Romine said.

"Well officer Romine I am going to make sure you get credit for pointing this out to me and giving me your theory," I said.

"Oh sure no problem," Romine said with pride. I let him think that he had done something important.

As I walked away, I made a mental note to get my digital camera and carry it with me. I didn’t know where I was going, but my feet took me to student housing. At least my feet had a good idea of where I needed to go next. By Farmer’s profile I looked up I knew where she was living. Thankfully the house was well within the circle of the campus broadcast, so if I needed to use the control phrase on anyone in the house I could.

It was a cute two story house. White vinyl siding, fake black shudders, and a black shingle roof. The lights were all on down stairs, so I was hoping everyone was still awake, and that the heat was on. The front porch was littered with chairs and tables, and I could see a beer can near a leg of a bench. I went to the screen door and pressed the doorbell next to it.

The woman who answered the door had deep dark black hair and a slim firm body. Her breasts were little nubs on her chest, and her lips were thinner than a human hair. She looked up at me with dark eyes and asked, "Yes?"

"Hello, my name is Mike Rose. I’m looking into the death of Amber Farmer. I was told that she lived here," I said.

"Look Mr. Rose this really isn’t the best time," Said the woman. I could see her breath in the night air.

I took a deep breath and said, "Albany, CD, Washington."

"Anchorage, chair, Bush," came from her thin lips.

"Are the rest of your roommates here?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Are they awake?"

"Yes they are all in the living room."

"What’s your name?"

"Natalie Smith," she replied.

"Good, Natalie take me to the rest of your roommates," I said and she turned and I was let in.

The only people in the living room were two other girls, and one looked like she had just finished crying, a lot. She had strawberry blond hair, almost red color, and was rather pudgy in a dress that wrinkled where she did. The other woman had platinum blond hair, and was thin as a toothpick. The two were watching a nightly talk show host with a huge chin tell a joke.

The two girls looked up at me as I entered the room. "Albany, CD, Washington," I said.

"Anchorage, chair, Bush," the two girls responded at the same time.

I couldn’t help but smile. "Okay girls who here knew Amber Farmer the best?" I asked. Natalie and the platinum blond both pointed at the pudgy girl. No, it couldn’t be a good-looking girl, or at least a half way decent looking girl. "Okay you," I pointed at the pudgy one, "what is your name?"

"Susan Seaman," she said in a weak voice.

"Okay Susan, let’s go some place private so we can talk," I said and she stood up and walked out of the room. I followed, but just as I went through the doorway I stopped and put my head back into the livingroom. "You two, make out or something," I said. I watched as Natalie sat down next to the other woman and their lips went together like magnets.

"This was the room that I shared with Amber," Susan said walking in. It was a large room on the second floor. There were two beds, two computers, two desks, and two closets. I had to guess which side belonged to whom, only for an instant because Susan took a seat on the cleaner bed.

"Susan, please tell me, did Amber have any enemies?"

"No, not really. There was always the boy from time to time who thought that she loved him, but Amber was always a tease. She had the body for it."

I breathed out a sigh. So much for the easy answer. "You say Amber was a tease, what else was she like?"

Susan didn’t look comfortable, but said, "She never seemed to know what she wanted. Amber always took things as they came, and rarely thought out the future in any detail. She lived in the present, rarely planned for the future, and never seemed to think of the past." I guess someone else was taking philosophy.

"Did Amber like philosophy?" I asked.

For some reason this seemed to take Susan by surprise. "Amber wasn’t interested in philosophy any more. She wanted to teach math."

Okay I was surprised this time. "Amber was still in education, right?"

"Right."

"But I thought that she was in the education of philosophy?"

"She was, but she changed it early this semester," Susan said. "She wasn’t sure which field she wanted to be in. She tried both for a little while, but she just changed over to strictly math about a week ago."

For some reason I was feeling the warmth of a lead at that point. "How did her professors take such a switch?" Susan again looked uncomfortable. "Susan, it is okay to speak about the dead. No one will think less of you if you tell the truth," I said to get her to talk.

What I told her to do made a smile grow on her face. "Amber was a real bitch at times," Susan said. I might have over done it. "If Amber wasn’t doing well in a class, she would use her body to boost her grade." I pulled out my note pad and started making notes. "She would even take pictures to blackmail professors into giving her a better grade. Hell, I heard that she even had sex with some of her professors just to keep them in line and make sure she would get a better grade when she had his class again."

"But not all professors are male," I noted.

"That didn’t matter to Amber. This is embarrassing to say, but she and I once kissed. I didn’t like it, but Amber said it wasn’t her first time. Amber even said that she had sex with a woman who was the head of a department."

"Which department?" I asked.

"Amber didn’t say, and I didn’t care to get it out of her," Susan said acting a little frustrated.

I looked over at Amber’s computer and wanted to look into it, but I held back. There were a few more questions I wanted to ask. "Susan, you said that Amber had sex with professors. Was she having sex with a professor recently?"

"Sure," Susan said like it was nothing to write home about. "He was some philosophy professor on sabbatical, so he could come by even during the day and have sex. He would send an e-mail and the two of them would meet somewhere. I can’t believe that he killed her."

My eyes went wide on their own. "You mean that there are e-mails on that computer that could lead to who killed Amber?" I couldn’t believe it. I was sitting next to the proof I needed.

"Sure," Susan said as I turned on the computer.

It took a minute but I was into her e-mail system. Farmer had set up the e-mail so that she could put e-mails from different people into different folders. There were four folders with the name of professors under them. There was even a folder for miscellaneous professors. I found some of the more recent e-mails still in the ‘In’ folder. Then I found the one I was looking for.

‘Meet me at Cleopatra’s Needle at seven o’clock this evening.’ The e-mail was short and precise. The only way you would know who it came from, was the address, Dr. Dooley. He even had his own folder of old e-mails. I wasn’t sure who Dr. Dooley was but I was familiar with IP addresses. I pulled one and found it was coming out of the philosophy building. I smiled. I noted down the IP address and then printed out the incriminating e-mail. Dr. Dooley was going down.

Just for the fun of it I checked to see if Dr. Dooley used any other computers in the philosophy department. The first IP I had checked said that he did. Then the next was the same as the one before. Then the next was the same as the one before that. I went through ten e-mails and found that they all came from the same computer. The only computer that was different was the one sending Amber to her death. Something was screwy.

I turned to Susan, who had picked up a book and began to read, and asked, "Has anyone looked at this computer?"

Susan looked up and said, "No, the cops called and said that they would be around tomorrow."

I copied down the IP of the old Dr. Dooley e-mails, and printed out an old one. I now had two e-mails, from different computers, and quite possibly from different people. Whoever it was knew how to change the e-mail address so it looked like the e-mail was coming from someone which it wasn’t.

"Susan," I said, "don’t let anyone touch this computer until the police take a look at it. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand," said the pudgy blond woman.

"And go on a diet," I said. "Exercise three or four times a week to get that fat off."

"Okay," Susan said accepting everything I was telling her.

I took Susan back down to the living room. There were Natalie and the other roommate necking. I have to say it was quite a sight that made my pants tight seeing those two girls make out. "Okay girls you can stop making out now," I said and they both stopped to look at me. They were both breathless and sweating a little. "Did you girls enjoy kissing each other?"

"No," said the blond.

"Yes," said Natalie.

I erased from the girls’s minds that I was ever there. I was almost tempted to leave a little something behind for Natalie, but resisted the urge. I looked at the clock on the tower and saw that it was too late to look up the IP addresses that I had, and I was starting to get a little tired. My feet took me back to my dorm room.

Julie and Oasis giggling in their room, and I also heard someone else. For a moment I thought that it might have been Gloria. Then I knew it was Gloria when she came out to see if I was the one unlocking my door. There’s something about that woman that to this day makes me feel warm all over. She had her hair tied back, and was wearing a tight T-shirt, and even in the cold days and nights she wore a pair of cut off jeans which hugged her hips perfectly.

"Yeah it’s him," Gloria said to the other two girls. "I’ll catch you later." Gloria almost ran up to me. As I felt her arms wrap around me I couldn’t help but kiss her full on her lips. "Where have you been?"

I picked Gloria up and walked into my room and kicked the door closed. "I’ve been looking into something," I said. "What were you doing with Oasis and Julie?"

I set Gloria down in one of the over stuffed chairs. She looked up at me with mischievousness eyes and said, "Well when you weren’t around I was curious about who was making all the noise next door, so I knocked. Julie showed me her new larger breasts. We talked, and even painted our toes, see." She wiggled her purple painted toe nails at me. "So where have you been? The computer lab closed an hour ago."

I tossed my back pack into my room. "I was looking into skin tight, full body, latex outfits," I said.

"For me?" Gloria asked.

I popped my head in and said, "no for me."

Gloria smiled at said, "sexy, but what’s the real reason?"

I sat down in the same chair as Gloria and she shifted until she was sitting on my lap. I held her in my arms and said, "Have you ever heard of Amber Farmer?"

"No, who’s she?"

"Well she was from Wyoming, and education major in the field of philosophy or mathematics, I’m not sure, and she died at suicide slope today," I said.

Gloria turned to look me in they eye. She had such beautiful eyes. I could look into them for hours. "Dear God," Gloria said. "That’s horrible, but what does that have to do with you?"

I swallowed. I didn’t really want to tell the woman in my arms what the real reason was for me looking into Amber’s death. I also knew that if I didn’t tell the truth then there would be hell to pay. So I told Gloria everything. I started with the box, which she already knew about, to my list, and then to the point of what I wanted to do the next day. Through it all Gloria sat on my lap and said little.

"You’re like your sister," Gloria said in a quiet voice.

"What’s that?" I asked. I heard her, but I didn’t understand.

Gloria stood up and went to my mini-fridge and pulled out a water. She was collecting her thoughts. "You and Pat believe that you have to be the ones to bring the bad guy to justice. You don’t understand that there are other people out there who want to help find the bad guy too. Let other people help. You don’t have to do everything yourself," Gloria drained half the bottle.

"Yeah," I said sitting and thinking. "But who else can make the people around here tell the truth."

"I was getting to that," Gloria said. "Go ahead and do your little crusade, but be careful when the real authorities find out what you are doing." Gloria fished out a bottle of water and tossed it to me. "I do have some good news on the personal side of things."

"Oh?" I asked looking up at her.

"I just heard that something is wrong with the gas jets in the lab, so my morning lab class has been canceled," Gloria said starting to sway her hips. "That means I don’t have a class until one in the afternoon. Now I could wake up at my normal time and do homework, or I could stay up late and sleep in late."

"Tough choice," I said putting my water down and standing up to put my arms around her.

"Well I was hoping I wouldn’t have to make the choice," she said looking into my eyes again and making my heart melt again. "I was thinking that you could make the choice for me. I was thinking you could do the thinking for me tonight. You know, use that command phrase on me."

"You really want that?" I asked trying not to think about the fact I had an eight o’clock class in the morning.

"Sure," she said and we started to sway. "I’m giving you a blank check tonight. You can use me however you want. Just promise that I won’t suddenly want to get breasts implants."

I hefted one of her breasts through her shirt and said, "Why they are just the perfect size. No need to make them larger." We were both smiling. I took a deep breath and said, "Albany, CD, Washington."

"Anchorage, chair, Bush," Gloria said like it was nothing.

With my arms around her I guided her into the bedroom. "Now Gloria, you have to obey me. You have to do what I tell you to do. You have to think what I tell you to think. You have to believe what I tell you to believe. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand," Gloria said smiling.

I let go of her and flopped onto my bed. Just as Gloria was about to sit down next to me I said, "Stay standing." She again stood up with her hands at her sides. I could see her smooth curves under her cloths. Her lips were makeup free, but still looked good. She was still smiling at me. "Gloria, your mind is blank. You don’t have any thoughts running through it, except for what I tell you to think. Your mind is like an empty cave. There is nothing in it."

The smile on Gloria’s lips faded. Her eyes glazed over as she looked strait ahead. She wasn’t even looking at me, but I could tell she was waiting for me to tell her what to do. "Gloria when I snap my fingers you will give me a blow job. You will not use your teeth, but only your lips and tongue. You will make it exotic and erotic. The only thing in your mind is to make me cum into your mouth. This is your purpose. Your only purpose is to suck me off." I didn’t make sure that she understood, I knew she would. I snapped my fingers.

Her eyes were still glazed over, but her body was in full motion. I sat on the edge of the bed and I spread my legs. If there was any emotion in her mind it wasn’t shown in her face. Her long thin fingers found the zipper to my pants and opened it. I undid the button to help out, and Gloria pulled down my pants and underwear together. My member reminded me of a soldier standing at attention. Gloria slid it into her mouth like it belonged there. The heat of her mouth and the slickness of her tongue made me shiver in pleasure. With her hair tied back I could see my seven-inch penis disappear into her mouth, and then seem to grow as her head lifted. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed myself. I pushed away the thought of, why I didn’t make Gloria do this to me before.

I felt the budge start to form. It was like the initial surge of water coming out of a hose. I sat up quickly. With both hands I grabbed Gloria’s head and said forcefully, "Swallow it! Swallow it all!" Her sucking didn’t stop, or even slow down. I had no idea if she had even heard my order. All I knew was I was cumming and nothing was going to stop me.

The first surge came and I felt myself let loose my semen. The second surge came and went. At first I thought that Gloria didn’t hear my command, but then I felt her neck tighten. She swallowed and sucked and I felt the wetness slip away to the slurping sound. The third surge came and I felt the loss in its strength from before. Still Gloria swallowed and tried to pull my dick farther into her mouth. It was the fourth surge that did it in for me, but Gloria still followed my orders and swallowed whatever came out. As much as I enjoyed what Gloria was doing, my dick had other plans, and it started to soften. As much as Gloria sucked, I was still going limp.

"Okay, that’s enough," I said, and Gloria kept sucking, "STOP!" That did it. Gloria pulled her head back and kneeling she looked up at me with vacant eyes. She wasn’t breathing hard, but I was. Damn she was good at that, but there’s love for you. Thoughts of what to do next ran through my mind.

"Stand at attention," I said. Quickly Gloria stood strait up. Her breasts were jutting out, her nipples were hard, and could be seen through her bra. Her hands were at her sides, and her legs looked smooth and tempting. I was so going to make love to her, but first I needed to get hard.

I went to my computer and pulled up a few of my dance mp3 files. "Gloria, you are going to a sexy striptease for me. When I tell you, we will make love. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Yes," Gloria said in a monotone voice.

That made me add a little more to my order, "You will be more animated than you currently are, more like yourself, and this will start when the music starts." I clicked my mouse and sat down again on my bed. There’s that second or two for the music to start and I got to see Gloria in all her beauty frozen at attention. I found that almost as erotic as what happened next. She started to move and sway with the beat. Her hands moved across her body and showed the curves of what she had to offer.

I quickly felt that familiar tingle between my legs, and I kicked off my pants and socks. I lay back and watched the show. With a scoop of her hands Gloria pulled her hair up to show her pale neck, and she pulled out the ribbon, which was holding her hair back, and the brown red waves fell down into a wild mane. Even with her shorts on she was gyrating her hips in a hula fashion, and creating wave after wave of sexual enticement. She slipped her fingers under the edge of her T-shirt and with smooth water like motion she pulled it over her head, inside out.

Dressed only in her white bra and shorts she was a stunning sight that made my member feel ready to get started again. She gyrated her hips again and her fingers were busy undoing the buttons on her cut off jeans. The fly of her shorts went low and I could see her white panties. Bending over so I could get a good view of her breasts Gloria lowered her shorts to the floor. Now she had on only what was called underwear.

My penis was growing again and was starting to become more obvious. I have to say, if Gloria had ever done a striptease before, he was one lucky man. She cupped her bra-covered breasts with both of her hands. Then, like squeezing a tomato too hard, her breasts came popping out, left breast first. Her nipples were hard and dark sticking out of her chest like stunted fingers with no hands. Her breasts were firm and full, about the size of large tomatoes, and I could see the small hairs on them, and small beads of sweat starting to collect. Her whole body was sweating from the dancing and moving of her body, but that didn’t explain the wet stain forming on her white panties between her legs. She was breathing hard, and I could relate. She pulled the bra up over her head again and let her hair cascade down over her face. With a whip of her head she tossed her hair back. She licked her lips and looked at me with hungry eyes.

"Rip them off," I said and Gloria knew what I was talking about. She hooked her fingers around the edges of her panties and pulled. It sounded like a paper towel being pulled off the roll, the stitching on the side of her panties pulled apart. She ripped them off her legs. I got to see her womanhood. When she shaved her legs, she must have shaved her bush off too, because the skin was bare of any imperfections or hairs. Her pussy was red and looked wet.

"On the bed, now," I said and before Gloria could resume her dance she gracefully lay on my bed. I pulled my shirt off and pulled open her legs. She wiggled on the bed as her hair fanned out on my pillow. I lowered myself to her and I gave her a passionate kiss to her lips. She returned the kiss, but I broke off. It didn’t take much effort to point in the right direction. It was like her legs were funneling me to where I needed to go. My member touched her vagina and I felt her shiver.

"Do it," Gloria said, or moaned. I paused only for the fraction of a second, shocked she spoke, and then complied. Gloria arched her back as I fit the head of my penis in. "All the way, put it in all the way," Gloria moaned out again. She was enjoying it as much as I was. It felt good to push and push and press meat into meat. When I was in as far as I could go I let out a grunt and Gloria let out a sharp moan. My hands somehow made it to her breasts and started to play with them. Gloria’s hands came up and touched mine and then slid up my arms to my shoulders. She pulled me down and opened her eyes just long enough to see where my mouth was before she kissed. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we started to have our tongues slip over one another. There was something erotic about having part of my body in two parts of hers.

I did nothing, but my body decided it was time, I can’t blame it. With little warning, my body shot a load into Gloria. She gave out another cry as her body was filled with something. I did what was natural and started to slide in and out a little. Her pussy was very hot and wet. I could feel my semen making it easier to move in and out with a kind of squishy sound. I was sweating like a pig and knew I didn’t have much longer. My penis let out the last of its load. There was something there that wasn’t there with Julie. I chalk it up to love. I love Gloria. Having sex with her was not just the act of sex, but it was making love physical. I love her and she loves me. I was closer to heaven than ever.

My fifth appendage started to soften. I pulled out and fell down on the bed next to Gloria. She put her hand on my chest and with her face so close to mine she started to kiss me. "Wait," I said and broke off the kiss. I looked Gloria in the eye and saw a sparkle of something.

"What’s wrong?" Gloria asked.

"It’s your turn," I said. Gloria had a questioned look on her face for a second until I said, "Orgasm."

Her eyes bulged for a second, her mouth opened wide, and then her eyes closed. Her body arched and Gloria’s hands quickly went down between her legs. Her body seemed to balance itself on her rump as the orgasm hit her hard. She moaned hard and then breathed heavy through clenched teeth. She rolled onto her side away from me. I saw some of my seed had slid down between her legs and now was coating her rump. Her whole body quivered and rolled. That’s entertainment.

All too soon Gloria settled down and started to laugh. She rolled over to face me, and her hands came away from between her legs. Our faces less than an inch away Gloria breathed hot and said, "You didn’t need to do that."

My hand found its way down between her legs, and I stared to feel my way around. She gave a little jump, but let me continue my exploration. "Well I came twice," I said, "it’s only fair. I rightly should make you have two orgasms."

"Oh no you don’t," Gloria said. "One was more than enough." I continued to slip my fingers in and out of her. I could feel the heat and moisture within her.

"I could make you have endless orgasms," I said.

"Or you could make me go around naked for the rest of my life," Gloria said.

"Or I could make you addicted to my sperm," I said teasing. I moved my hand from between her legs to her breasts. I flicked her right nipple around.

"Or you could make it that I could only cum when taken anally," Gloria said continuing the game. I kissed her and she kissed back. "Bathroom," Gloria said quickly. I must have looked shocked, but her smiling face suddenly disappeared. She ran into the bathroom and I could hear her using the toilet. This made me smile all the more. She may have been my slave for the night, but she was still human.

By the time Gloria came back I could hear Julie and Oasis next door trying to compete with us. Gloria heard this too as she came down and put her naked sleek body next to mine. "How long have you been shaving your bush off?" I asked.

Gloria smiled sheepishly and said, "Since I decided to have sex with you. I was just waiting for you to exert your power over me, and finally you did."

"Oh sorry to keep you waiting," I said and we both giggled. Next door Oasis let out a cry of pleasure.

"I don’t know how I’m going to sleep her tonight with those two going at it like that?" Gloria said rolling on her back and looking up.

I passed my hand over her eyes and said, "Sleep." Instantly her eyes closed and her breathing became deep and slow. She was out like a light. I set my alarm and turned out the light. Whatever it is that’s ingrained in women to do this I wish I knew, but as soon as I put myself down on my bed Gloria rolled over and my arm was trapped under her. I quickly was losing what feeling I had in the arm as I tried to get it into a position that didn’t leave me with pins and needles.

I’m not sure what I did next because everything went dark and I knew I had to be asleep. I knew this because suddenly a loud piercing sound hit me. It was my alarm clock. I couldn’t focus my eyes, and I couldn’t figure out what the heavy thing on my chest was. When I could focus me eyes I could see that it was six-thirty in the morning, and the heavy thing was Gloria. I don’t know how, but she didn’t wake up, or if she did, there was no outward sign. Gently as possible I rolled out from under Gloria. I showered, shaved and grabbed an apple for breakfast, and then I was out the door.

I was hoping to catch the head of the philosophy department before my eight o’clock class. When I made it to the office there was no one around. It was a really ugly office. The concrete walls were painted pastel colors. There were impressionist paintings everywhere somehow hanging up. There were three rooms, the first room opened to the hallway and looked like a secretary’s office, next to that was the room that held a copier, and then the room with a closed door was Dr. Hull’s office. Dr. Hull is the head of the philosophy department and I was hoping she was in, because no one else was around.

I went to Dr. Hull’s door and tried it, but found it locked. "It’s locked," said a voice behind me. I turned to see a woman. She was tall, and thin, with no indication of any breasts, long strait blond hair, and a boney face. She had on a simple white blouse, that her flat bra could be seen through, and a blue skirt. "Dr. Hull always locks her door when she’s not in there," said the woman.

"My name is Mike Rose," I said extending a hand for her to shake.

She looked at my hand, but made no move to shake it. "Dr. Hull should be here shortly," she said like a snob.

"She’s here right now," a voice said coming from the doorway. Dr. Hull was a medium sized brunet with highlights in her hair. She had on a very tight white blouse over very large breasts, and gray slacks. A gray coat was draped over her arm as she searched through her purse and came out with a set of keys.

"Dr. Hull," I said and turning to her as she walked to her office door.

"One second," Dr. Hull said, and she found the key she wanted and unlocked her door. "Come on in, Mr. Rose was it?"

"Yes that’s right," I said following the very sexy professor.

What I had expected a philosophy professor’s office to look like was a far cry from what I saw. The same pastel color was painted on the walls. One wall had a couch pushed against it dominating the wall. Next to that against another wall was a small table with a coffee maker sitting on it. Then came Dr. Hull’s desk, cluttered with a computer, fax machine, many stacks of paper, and numerous books of all shape and sizes. In the corner was a fake plant that sat on the floor and reached half way up the wall. Next to that was a floor to ceiling bookcase. Between the one bookcase, and the door, was a shorter bookcase with odd items on top. One item was a stuffed quail with feathers that a blind man must have put in, next to that was a brass award of a scroll, with Dr. Hull’s name engraved on it, sitting crooked on top of a pedestal of open books in a row, and next to that was a very large stuffed beaver.

"Do you like it?" Dr. Hull asked with pride.

"It’s very interesting," I said looking at the beaver as the door closed with a loud squeak of the hinges.

"I won just the other day for a paper I wrote linking man and animals," She said.

My brow wrinkled, and I asked, "The beaver?"

It was Dr. Hull’s turn to be confused, "No the award. The beaver is just something I tell sex crazed men who think they can seduce me. I tell them if they want to see my beaver just look over there." She laughed and I forced myself to. "Now what may I help you with Mr. Rose?"

I cleared my throat and said, "Albany, CD, Washington." Dr. Hull looked up at me like I had said, exactly what I had just said. I guess to anyone else it would sound like gibberish, and that is what it was suppose to sound like, unless they were at the university and watched at least some television. Then it dawned of me. Good God Dr. Hull didn’t watch TV, at least not on campus. "Excuse me?" Dr. Hull asked. Thinking fast I said, "That’s the password for this department, right?" I couldn’t believe it. Here was someone who didn’t watch any TV on campus. The statistical probabilities were staggering. "No," Dr. Hull said not happily. "Oh, darn," I said. "Well in that case what can you tell me about Amber Farmer?" Dr. Hull took on a perplexed look and asked herself, "Why do you ask?" Did she really not know? I was still getting over the idea there was someone on campus that I couldn’t control, so I told the truth. "She’s dead. She died last night going over suicide slope." Dr. Hull’s eyes twitched, and I couldn’t read them. "Is this a joke?" She was getting angry.

"No ma’am," I said in defense.

"Get out of my office!" She screamed and pointed with her finger. "Get out, NOW!"

Now I’m not usually a coward, but I ran like hell from her office. I won’t say she scared me, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out if she could. I passed the secretary, with her flat chest, and ran out into the hall. There was something about her, Dr. Hull, I didn’t like, or it could have been the fact that the previous night I was in the company of a much nicer woman. I checked my watch and found I had more than enough time to swing by the computer science department.

Those in the sciences know it as the computer science building, and those in the humanities know it as the history building. The history department gets the first through third floors, and computer science gets the fourth floor and the basement. The place smells of ozone and old books.

I stopped by the main computer lab. Nathan was there, and it looked like he had slept in his cloths, so no shower for him again that day. He found the book of IP addresses and we looked up the two I had. Gee what a surprise, they were both from the philosophy department. Unfortunately they gave the room numbers, so I would have to go back to the philosophy department to find out who those rooms belonged to. First I had to go to class.

The lab dragged on and on as we had to make one circuit after another, and then connect them up. It took nearly three hours, and no one was happy by the end of it. I was tired and hungry and miles to go before I sleep. Pivoting on one foot, I couldn’t decide which way to go. I could go to the food court or to the philosophy department, and to tell the truth I was having a hard time deciding. Gloria’s words from the previous night kept echoing in my head. But my male ego got the better of me, and I went back to the philosophy department to check out the room numbers.

One room was number nineteen, and thus in the basement. It was cool and damp down there as I followed the numbers above the doors. I was looking at the decreasing numbers, and that could be why I didn’t see the open door or the police inside until I was upon them like a trap on a mouse’s neck.

"What do you want kid?" The man in question looked like he was about to have a heart attack before my eyes. He had to be more than three hundred fifty pounds, and his pants were probably being held up around that huge body by willpower only. He had a face a bulldog would call ugly. His glasses were thicker than the bottom of bottles. I didn’t have time to count but I took the guess I had more fingers than he had hair on his head.

I had heard the question, but nothing came out of my open mouth. I saw his gun and badge hanging off the sides of his enormous body like foreign growths. "Um, is this room nineteen?" I asked.

"What’s it to you?" The huge man asked breathing like it was a strain just to talk. I couldn’t help but ask myself how he was able to fit through the doorway. I heard at least one other person in the office, so if the guy had a heart attack someone could call for help, provided the fat man didn’t fall the wrong way.

"I am looking into the Amber Farmer murder," I said.

"That’s police business kid, stay out of it," said the fat man forcing out the words.

I paused to think about what I wanted to say, and how to say it before I said anything. "I understand that, and I am writing an article for the school newspaper. What I uncovered lead me to this room, and to one on the third floor. I take it this is Dr. Dooley’s office?"

"Yeah," said the fat man looking at me like a man does at a crazy person.

"What’s on the third floor?"

I had no idea where the voice came from. "Excuse me?" I asked hoping the woman who said it would speak again so I could find her.

"Move Larry," Said a voice behind the fat man. When he did make it out the doorway, the woman coming out of the office looked hot and uncomfortable. "Sorry about Larry," she said to me, "he sometimes doesn’t know a lead when he’s standing on one." She had dark hair, tied back. Her eyes were dark, and her face was elfish looking.

She was short and I think she had a flat chest because of a bullet resistant vest she was wearing. She had on a gray jacket, over a light gray blouse, and gray slacks. "My name is Mary," She said extending a hand and I shook it and told her my name. "What was that about rooms and the third floor?"

I cleared my throat and told them what I found out on Farmer’s computer and how I followed the IP addresses. When I was finished, Larry had somehow made a notepad appear and was taking down notes. I finished my story with, "So I figured I would check the smaller number first before going all the way up the third floor."

Mary looked at me and asked, "Could you show me how you found the IP addresses?"

I smiled and obliged. It was Dr. Dooley’s office. It seems he went on a plane trip over seas just the night before. That made him a prime suspect. There was a problem. When I checked the IP addresses there was a slight problem. The last e-mail had Amber Farmer’s name on it, but the IP address was for the room on the third floor. It was the same room I had written down. The last e-mail was supposedly Amber telling Dr. Dooley that she was breaking up with him, since she was changing to math, and she never wanted to see him again. As Larry put it,

"Damn good motive."

"But it came from the same computer that sent the message to Amber to go to Cleopatra’s needle," I said.

"So let’s go see who owns that computer," Mary said. We took the elevator up to the third floor.

"So it is safe to assume that Amber met whoever sent the e-mail at the needle last night," I said.

"Right," said Larry breathing hard. "So whoever he is either killed her or might have seen something."

"What was that room number?" Mary asked.

"Three sixty-eight," I said. We followed the numbers and then were disappointed.

"What’s this a library?" Larry asked, said, and complained all in one.

In truth it was a library. Each department would keep books, which only they would use, in the building the departments were housed. These libraries usually were two rooms connected together, and the philosophy department was no different. The thing was, it had its own computer.

"Don’t touch it," Mary said, "we might be able to get some finger prints off it."

"Well this was a bust," Larry complained. "Anyone could have used this computer. You wasted our time kid."

"I’m sorry," I said feeling bad. "I just feel bad for Dr. Hull. Having to hear about her student dying from me."

"Hang on," Larry said, "what’s that?"

I blinked and said, "I was in Dr. Hull’s office this morning, and I was the one that told her that Amber Farmer was dead."

"Dead not murdered?" Larry asked.

I shook my head, and said, "I don’t think I told Dr. Hull that Farmer was murdered, no."

Larry and Mary looked at each other with a knowing glance, and then they looked back at me. "So you didn’t tell Dr. Hull that Farmer was murdered?" Mary asked.

"No," I said trying to figure out what was going on. "But her secretary might have."

"No, Dr. Hull said that she heard about Farmer being murdered by a student in her office this morning,"

Larry said. "Then Dr. Hull told her secretary, and that’s how she knew."

"She lied to us," Mary said exhaling and pulling up a file. From inside Mary pulled a written statement and looked at it. That’s when I caught a glimpse of a photo of Farmer. More precisely, the side of her head.

"Hang on," I said putting my hand in the folder before Mary could close it. She then turned it so I could see the photograph. It was Amber Farmer, with her nose crushed, and her hair shaved off. There on the side of her head was a dead bruise, a bruise that forms after a person is dead. It wasn’t the color of a normal bruise, more green than anything else. What caught my eye was the pattern it made. It looked like a row of open books. "That’s from the award that I saw in Dr. Hull’s office this morning."

The two detectives looked at me and then took off down the hall. Mary took the stairs as Larry took the elevator. I took the stairs. As it happened, we caught Dr. Hull, just as she was leaving her office. "Excuse me Dr. Hull," Mary said to the doctor from the doorway to the offices.

As if nothing was wrong Dr. Hull looked up and smiled, and then she saw me and the smile went somewhere other than her face. "Yes detective, how may I help you?" Dr. Hull asked locking her door and dropping her keys in her purse.

"I know you didn’t want to talk in your office, but I would like to have a look in there for a moment," Mary said.

"May I ask why?" Dr. Hull asked trying not to look at me.

"I understand that there may be evidence in your office," Mary asked.

"Who gave you that idea?" Dr. Hull asked looking directly at me. If looks could kill, I would have had a hole in my head the size of a softball.

"Are you refusing?" Mary asked herself.

"Not at all," Mary said putting her hand into her purse. I heard her keys jingle and hit something that sounded like brass. She had the award in her purse.

Dr. Hull pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. I tried to see the brass award in her purse, but couldn’t. Mary walked into the office and looked around, and we followed. The beaver and quail were still there, but of course the award wasn’t. Mary looked around and then looked at me. I tried to hint to Dr. Hull’s purse, but I don’t think I did a good job. "Find what you were looking for?" Dr. Hull asked with a smile on her face.

Dr. Hull turned around to walk out of her own office, and then hit something soft, Larry. I guess it startled her because she jumped. In jumping her purse slipped off her shoulder, and when she went to catch it she only got one of the handles and it broke off. The purse hit the ground and opened wide spilled the contents out, including the award. Dr. Hull looked down at it, and then looked at everyone else.

"Care to explain why that was in your purse?" Larry asked the comparatively small woman.

"I was going to show it to some friends," Dr. Hull said, and wow did it sound fake.

Mary pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and picked up the award. "I’m sure you were going to show them this blood too," Mary said with the award turned over. There, around the screw that was bent, was the unmistakable color of dried blood.

Dr. Hull looked around, but couldn’t figure out what to do. With Larry blocking the only door out she was trapped. Admitting defeat Dr. Hull sank to the couch, and started to cry.

It was funny but the rest of the day I couldn’t stop from smiling. Gloria thought something was wrong with me. The blood turned out to have come from Amber Farmer. The only finger prints on the award came from Dr. Hull. The only finger prints from the library’s computer were Dr. Hull’s, and the password to use the computer came from Dr. Hull. She was smart enough to change the return addresses on the e-mails, but not smart enough to wipe off the mouse.

A closer look at Dr. Hull’s computer told the tale. As it turned out Amber was having sex with Dr. Hull and Dr. Dooley, to keep her grades up. Dr. Hull was a lesbian, and really liked Amber. When Amber changed over to math she had no more use for Dr. Hull, so Dr. Hull decided to kill her and set up Dr. Dooley. What was really cool was I got to testify at her trial.

After my ordeal with Dr. Hull, Larry and Mary told everyone in the police department how good I was with computers that a few days after catching Dr. Hull they called me to help out with another case. That was the start, and soon I found myself, even before I graduated, with a job offer to become a forensic computer scientist. I had to take a few classes I never thought I would ever take, but I graduated on time.

Gloria was by my side the whole time. We both agreed that we would wait until after graduation to get married, and damn that was a long time. We didn’t have sex again while we were in college, but we came close to it. Together we would be in bed, naked. We would kiss so hard that I almost came in my pants. She would give me a blow job, and I would pussy lick her to orgasm.

The last part has to deal with, of course, the box. It took a long time for me to decide what to do about it. My roommate was back before I finally decided. I went to the control room where the box was, using the command phrase on the girl to forget I was ever there, and unhooked the box. In time the programming faded from everyone’s mind.

I didn’t destroy the box. I wish I had. I took the plans and the box and even copies of the computer program and put them in what I thought was a safe place. I thought no one would find it in a hundred years. I was wrong.

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