*The pursuit of power is pointless unless you know how to use it*

A LONG STORY AND I DON'T KNOW THE ENDING

"Zane? God Damn it, Zane!" Raven screeched at me as she barged into my room. What could I say? Barbie Lynn was halfway under the sheets but her tumultuous breasts were clearly exposed. Paige was totally naked, face down on the other side of me but had clearly been fucked thoroughly and her tight pale ass spanked hard. Oh, yeah, and I was kneeling between the two, totally naked as well.

I vaulted over Barbie Lynn (who was closer to the entrance and Raven) because I didn't want to hurt her injured knee, snatched up my robe, and put it on.

"Very complicated -- long story -- we can laugh about it later," I dazzled Raven. I took her by the elbow and headed her out of my bedroom. "Why don't we study on the far side of the main Solarium?"

The look of betrayal in Raven's eyes destroyed any doubt that she was crushing on me in a big way. For the love of God, I really needed to find some lesbians to hang out with because these straight chicks were driving me crazy. Before we could leave, Iona nearly piled into us.

"I'm sorry, Zane. She slipped past me," Iona apologized.

"I only wanted to talk with him and...and he was in bed with yet another girl," Raven bitched.

"I'm still ready to study with you," I offered.

"How can we study if you are always having sex with other women?" she stomped her foot in frustration. Iona shot me a worried look.

I put a hand on Raven's shoulder and made eye contact.

"Raven, I promise you we will get this project done, you'll get your good grade, and I'll carry my part of the project. I'm here for you," I assured Raven.

"You...you aren't giving any thought about us...our project together," was her accusation.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked evenly.

"I...I think I should go to Ms. Goodswell and request another partner," Raven sighed. I looked to Iona who looked to the living area past the Jacuzzi.

"Ms. Goodswell is right over there," Iona indicated our teacher who was sitting with Dana and five other teachers who had come in while I was...busy.

"Your place has controlled access," Iona answered my unasked question as to why I had so many other educators in my place. "Bass's people can 'accidentally' step in."

Raven was not deterred by the other teachers hanging around Virginia as she made a beeline across the room. At least she was polite enough to wait while Virginia disengaged from the others so she could talk to us.

"Raven, Zane, how can I help you?" Ms. Goodswell inquired, yet I had a sneaking suspicion that she was way ahead of the situation.

"Ms. Goodswell," Raven started, "I really need to get a new project partner."

"Why is that, Raven?" Virginia asked.

"We simply aren't working out," she sounded exasperated. "And...I think the other girls were right; I don't feel safe around him," she tacked on. I lowered my head and sighed. This sucked.

"Very well. Zane, do you want a new partner?" Virginia turned to me.

"Sure...whatever. If Raven doesn't feel safe, she deserves someone new," I shrugged.

"Alright, then, but I want you two to know a few things," Virginia began. "First off: Raven, I don't like being lied to." She held up a hand to forestall Raven's protest. "You were so uncomfortable with Zane's presence that you came up to his dorm uninvited, asked his whereabouts, and went into his bedroom unescorted. At what point in time did you feel unsafe?"

"He was in bed with two girls -- Barbie Lynn Masters and Paige Zeller," Raven said angrily.

"Did you ask Zane what was going on or did you simply assume something and storm out?" Virginia stated. Raven opened her mouth, then shut it. "Now, do you think I assigned you to Zane solely because you answered one question incorrectly?"

"You mean why I didn't want Zane as a partner initially?" Raven suggested.

"Precisely. Raven, you scored the tenth highest placement score for English. That is why you are in my room -- I have the top twenty freshmen in my class. Do you know what Zane's placement rank was?"

"I don't know," she finally admitted.

"He was second," she informed Raven...and me. I had no idea and really, such things don't interest me. "Raven, I didn't place you with Zane to help out Zane; I put you with Zane to help you."

"Oh," Raven said in a small voice. "I didn't know."

"What you have committed is reverse discrimination," Virginia explained. "Everyone assumes that since Zane is attractive, that he's not too bright. It is the same way most guys perceive bubbly blondes with big breasts -- mentally insignificant."

"Finally, your real problem with Zane is not his intelligence, his self-control, or the time he is willing to spend with you; it is his libido," Ms. Goodswell instructed. "You may want to ask yourself why you are upset with what Zane does with other students in his spare time and discuss this with him. He is standing right next to you, after all, and he could be elsewhere if he desired."

"Very well," Raven conceded, "I'll work with Zane as long as he agrees to not get distracted while we are together." She looked to me for confirmation.

"Agreed...I mean, I will try," I responded. Raven didn't seem totally satisfied but she allowed my promise to stand. "Let's get started."

"Good," she said, but then she hesitated while she looked around at the other girls in various groups in the Solarium.

"Let's go back to my room," I suggested. Seeing her skeptical look, "I need my tablet and then we can pick out a place and start studying."

"Why do I need to come with you?" she glared.

"With you, I'll be safe," I informed her. "Sometimes the ladies can forget I am here to get a degree and you help remind them of that with your seriousness." Raven shrugged and followed me back to my room.

When we got there, Barbie Lynn was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling up her socks. She was otherwise dressed. Paige was spread-eagled on the middle of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey, Zane," Paige smiled. "Are you finished?"

"We came back for his tablet...Paige," Raven growled. "We haven't started yet. Stay where you are; we have work to do."

Paige's mouth dropped open in shock and outrage (Raven is a freshman, after all). I was happy Raven didn't call Paige a slut because I knew that was actively on her mind. I grabbed my backpack, retrieved another bathrobe from the wardrobe, and walked over to Paige.

"Here you go. Take a little time in the Jacuzzi," I suggested.

"I have nothing to wear," Paige rolled her eyes at my stupidity.

"Go naked; you have a beautiful body that's a pleasure to behold," I told her. Paige studied me, weighing my dare to her. Barbie Lynn shot me a smile and a wink for me pressuring Paige.

"Zane, we need to go," Raven insisted. She took hold of my elbow but didn't try to move me.

"As you wish," I bowed to Raven. As we turned to leave, Paige called out,

"The Princess Bride!" she laughed. Raven looked at me to make some sense of that.

"It is a movie I like; it's old," I explained. We trecked out but I deviated from our course long enough to grab Rio, who was publically molesting Mercy.

"Take it to an alcove, you two," I said softly. Rio challenged my stance but then we both started chuckling.

"I can't promise to keep it quiet, Bro," she winked.

"Stuff your panties in her mouth," I suggested.

"I'm not wearing any," she grinned.

"Put her panties in her mouth, then," I told her.

"She's not wearing any either," Rio teased me.

"Fine, I give up," I threw up my hands and continued off with Raven.

"Was it like this for you...before you came here?" Raven asked me once we sat down in an isolated area.

"It was different but similar. After a few weeks everyone knew everyone else, so it wasn't like us kids weren't aware of one another," I explained.

"So you've always lived like this?" Raven sounded incredulous.

"Raven, how would you describe your relationship with your parents?" I began.

"I'm not sure what that has to do with anything but my father died of cancer when I was twelve and I have been raised by my mother ever since," Raven explained. "We are pretty close and we've both worked to raise my brother, who is four years younger than me."

"So you had a partnership of sorts," I filled in. Raven nodded. "My parents and I were very close; we did almost everything together, and I was a part of their lives for as long as I can remember. When they died, I went to the far side of the globe to guardians who didn't want me hanging around, yet expected me to act in a very restricted moral way with no training or incentive."

"My Uncle only had enough time for me to punish me for not living up to his moral code while my Aunt parroted his beliefs. I guess it was only natural that I formed my own code of ethics and relationships. I had a strong sexual curiosity and personality that drove me to express it," I added.

"Where is this going?" Raven sighed.

"It means I have no serious understanding of monogamy outside of marriage. Worse, I have little respect for restrictive authority. Mindless discipline strikes me as unnatural. Don't get me wrong, though; I don't really care how you, or anyone, choses to live, as long as you respect that right in others."

"Couldn't you have conformed to what the rest of us want at this school?" Raven countered. "This is a Christian Girls School and we shouldn't be having sex."

"I think we have a fundamental misunderstanding here," I nodded. "We both accept that I want to have sex, but why do you assume that some girls here don't?"

"That is not what matters," Raven declared. "What matters is that they wouldn't be succumbing to temptation if you weren't here."

"That, I have to agree with you there," I admitted, which stunned Raven. "I doubt any of the girls I am with now would go trolling the local college for guys to score with."

"So you see what a problem you are and how you shouldn't be at FFU," Raven concluded.

"Belief without temptation has no merit," I quoted. "A promise to abstain from boys is nothing more than empty platitudes if there are no boys around."

"Zane, we came here because no boys are allowed. Our pledge is a declaration of solidarity with our fellow students," Raven stated.

"But the pledge is voluntary so you should respect their decision to do something else if the situation changes," I suggested. "A lot of girls here treat me nicely but aren't jumping my bones...girls like you." Raven didn't comment for several seconds.

"I only wish more girls felt like I did," she said weakly.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way about me," I told her, as I pulled my legs up to a lotus position, adjusted my robe, and got ready to work, "because I find you very attractive and that would make things difficult."

"Yes...that would make things difficult," Raven muttered sadly.

It didn't really matter how Raven ended up beside me, her legs curled up under her and her head poised at my shoulder looking over our choices of works to read through. She didn't have Iona's insightful genius but she had a dedication to detail that was remarkable. She was apparently impressed with my ability to link Irrelevant Detail A with Curious Reference B.

In two hours, Raven was excited over the progress we'd made.

"Of course you are happy," I teased her; "you expected nothing from me so everything you get is a bonus."

"I apologize," she said softly.

"Don't worry about it," I chuckled, "you are hardly the first girl on this campus to think I'm an idiot." No sooner had I spoken those words than Paige hopped over the seat behind me and took the armrest of the chair opposite Raven.

"You are a moron, not an idiot," Paige corrected me. "Now, it has been two hours and I've finished my homework. Let's go."

"Hey!" snapped Raven.

"Excuse me, but did we have plans?" I addressed Paige crossly.

"You have been sitting over here for two hours with this bimbo. If she hasn't finished working with you by now, she's even duller than she looks," Paige informed us.

"Bimbo!" responded Raven as she stood up to confront Paige.

"Paige," I cautioned, "why are you doing this? This is way beyond your normal anti-personnel skills."

"I don't like her, and I like her spending time with you even less," Paige declared.

"At least I didn't have to spread my legs to make him spend time with me," Raven retorted. That seemed to upset Paige so I intervened.

"That's not true," I told Raven. "I hang out with Paige because she is intriguing and smart -- like you. Anything else is a private matter between her and me."

"I don't like her," Raven replied.

"You suck up oxygen that would be better used by mewling infants," Paige countered.

"Enough!" I snapped. I turned, cupped Raven's jaw, and kissed her on the lips, leaving her shocked. I turned to Paige and with my countenance, I let her know she'd gone too far.

I walked off, looking for somewhere else to be, but the floor was pretty occupied by freshmen now, in their little groups studying and relaxing. I even caught sight of Rio playing pool with Valerie and enjoying herself. Iona was with a group of students I recognized but Barbie Lynn and the teachers were gone. Only Dana remained, an isolated island of calm, watching her television and drinking her beers.

I slouched down on the seat next to my former coach.

"You are not getting a beer," she told me.

"Do I look like I want a beer?" I sighed.

"No, you look like you need a beer," she chuckled, "which is worse."

"Man, that is a sad assessment of my situation," I groaned; "accurate, but sad."

"You need to say 'No' occasionally, Zane," Dana observed. "Since I can no longer keep these girls safe from you, you need to keep yourself safe from them. If you don't set some boundaries, there is going to be trouble." I digested that for a minute.

"You are laughing at me on the inside, aren't you?" I remarked.

"Pretty much, yes," Dana winked.

"This is some twisted plot of yours to make me take some responsibility, damn you," I continued.

"Yep," she quipped.

"You would think that having so many girlfriends, or potential girlfriends, would be a great thing," I stated. "My problem is that there are so many wonderful girls to meet and I want to get to know them...and it isn't like I get to know someone in one hour, or one day, or even one year, really." Dana laughed out loud so hard she started to cough.

"Who would have thought you were a romantic," she snorted. "If you limited yourself to one-night stands, your life would be far easier."

"I frankly don't think that is a possibility for me," I shrugged.

"Even Paige?" Dana asked, "I know she annoys the crap out of you and she's a total stalker."

"She is not," I defended Paige. "She's different but I like her intensity." Dana smirked and a set of arms wrapped around me from behind. Paige rested her head on my shoulder and kissed my ear.

"I came back to bitch you out for taking Raven's side over mine," she said softly, "but now I think I'll simply forgive you and be done with it."

"Damn it, Paige," I snapped nervously, "would you stop sneaking up on me?"

"No," she responded after a moment's introspection. "I want you to be somewhat afraid of me."

"Paige, you might want to consider what the hundred and some other girls are going to do to you when they learn you want exclusive rights to Zane," Dana grinned.

"We don't have to be exclusive," Paige informed her, like I wasn't even there (this happens to me way too much). "He only needs to be available when I need him. We'll work out other arrangements for us by the end of the semester."

"Paige, you accept me on my terms or we don't get together at all," I warned her.

"Part of your appeal is that you do so many other things so well," I continued. "You don't need me."

"Zane, I gave you..." she reminded me with a mixture of anger and sadness.

"Paige, you were my first, too," I enlightened her. "I've never taken a woman's virginity before."

"It was special to me," she whispered. I turned my head and shoulders far enough around to kiss her.

"It was special for me, too, but I know it meant more to you. What I did can't compare to what you went through," I related. "It is not meant to. I haven't forgotten my first time; that doesn't change the fact that I love someone else and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. It has nothing to do with you or any of the other girls. I feel she is the one for me and it doesn't make rational sense," I explained.

"I respect that, Zane," Paige allowed. "You are an idiot and a moron; I'm going to need to train you to accept what is best for you, which is me. I became a woman through your exertions and I'm not willing to surrender that glorious feeling to anyone."

Dana laughed uproariously while I groaned in despair.

"Fine, I'll let you deal with Christina and company," I grumbled. I stood up and disentangled from Paige. She followed me around the sofa until she was cuddled up against me.

"Do we have some time?" she inquired while rolling her hip along my pelvis and getting a response from my suicidal cock.

"Dinner first, but I wouldn't be opposed to some bedroom time with you," I grinned to Paige. "I'm thinking a hot oil massage, then some cowgirl action." That definitely excited her. Food did end up taking precedence over sex because I was desperately hungry. The meal time was tense, with bandaged members on both sides of the aisle.

The big news was that the Board of Directors was meeting tomorrow morning in an emergency session. No mention of the fates of Coach Gorman or Heaven was made. When I got back, I borrowed Gorman's phone and I gave Heaven a call. She exploded all over me when she realized it was me and not the Coach.

"I was afraid something had happened, damn you," she snapped. "There is a little thing known as caller ID."

"Um, Heaven, you didn't let me get a word in," I pointed out. "How are you doing?"

"I'm going nuts," she groused. "I think it is worse, being so close and not being able to help."

"Being here isn't all that great," I related. "We are all stuck in our rooms, pretty much. The Coach was fired so she's over here, drinking beer and watching TV."

"That has to be weird," Heaven noted. "Are you okay?"

"Actually, all my problems are solved," I told her. "Paige Zeller has decided she owns me."

"Zeller? That little albino Science Club geek?" Heaven muttered. "When I get back, I'll fix her ass."

"Gee, thanks," I chuckled, "but I think I can handle her. The important thing is that we are going to get you back, and as soon as we do..."

The TV went dead.

"What the..." a few of the girls working at the computer stations and at their laptops exclaimed.

Our answer was twofold. Ms. Marlowe and five security guards came up the stairs and stared out over the room. My 'room' was a lot to take in the first time around.

The arrival of campus security explained the loss of outside access. When the guards entered the security code for the door, it had alerted the system the Science Club had put in place and stopped security from finding our illegal hook-ups with a cursory search.

"Ms. Gorman," gawked Ms. Marlowe, "do you have beer up here?"

Dana raised a half-drained beer up, examining it intently.

"Yes, that would seem to be the case, Edith," Dana responded. "Do you want one? I have five left."

"No! This kind of behavior is not allowed," Ms. Marlowe declared.

"I'm not employed here anymore, or did you miss that outburst this morning?" Dana chuckled. "You can't kick me out of my room for a month, or so my contract states. I'm not letting any of the students have any, if that makes you happy."

"Are you drunk?" Edith inquired.

"Not yet, but I'd like to be," Dana sighed. "How about you get on with the security sweep you are here for so I can get back to it." Edith Marlowe shook her head in disgust, then dispatched her guards to look around. There was blatant hostility being generated their way by the present student body.

On any other day, that anger would have been the end of it, but one girl started handing out pool cues and girls lined up to get them.

"Put those down right now," Ms. Marlowe commanded.

"Get stuffed," Vanessa Hutchins, a freshman, shot back. She'd been particularly impacted by Rhaine's actions, having been propelled twice down different stairwells.

"Zane," Dana cautioned me. I stood up and walked over to Vanessa. I took the pool cue from her hands gently and placed it on the pool table.

"Come on, ladies, the sooner we let them get done, the sooner we can get back to ignoring them," I said to the students. Slowly the sticks were put aside and the guards returned to their search.

"Ms. Hutchins, you are coming with me," Ms. Marlowe stepped forward. I turned and looked down at her.

"Don't press your luck," I told Marlowe evenly. "We aren't resisting this search but tempers are high and only going to get worse if you push things."

"Edith, try to remember that you not only have to get out of this room, you have to get out of the building," Dana pointed out. "I underestimated these students so I'm now sitting here drinking beer and considering my job options." Ms. Marlowe looked down her nose at Dana, who didn't appear to give a crap about her opinion, then motioned the guards to resume looking around.

Campus Security hadn't been gone five minutes before Rio came running up to me.

"Hey! I heard that there was almost a fight here," she asked me.

"Nothing much to it," I shrugged. "Vanessa over there decided that Ms. Marlowe should become familiar with the grain of a certain pool cue and I had to put a stop to it."

Valerie and Iona came up in time to hear the explanation.

"I guess it was too much to hope that the Chancellor would leave you alone," Iona moped.

"People with her personality type don't let go easily," Valerie commented. "I've met more than my share in law enforcement. Their power over other people is how they define themselves."

"Therefore, we need Zane to keep her preoccupied," Paige gloated. Mother Fucking God!

"I'm going to have to get you a collar with a bell, damn it, Paige," I growled to my albino ghost.

"Of course," she hugged me, "I'll wear a black velvet one with an electronic chime on it and you get to wear a shock collar so you can keep your limited intellect on the important things."

"Important things?" Valerie grinned.

"Yes; important things like obeying me," Paige grinned triumphantly.

"Paige, could you please walk this way with me," Iona said sweetly. "We need to talk."

"Not right now, Iona; I'm busy with Zane," Paige dismissed Iona.

"Paige, come with me right now or I will inflict such painful force upon your person that even Rio will blanch at the damage delivered," Iona stated with a terrible resolve. Paige regarded Iona with disdain. I was about to break things up but Valerie held me back with a small shake of her head.

"I'm not afraid of you, Iona Becket," Paige remarked.

"Then you haven't studied the implications of our fight. You will win, and Zane won't have anything to do with you anymore. Rio and I are his first friends here and you understand how he weighs such things," Iona told her calmly. "Hurt me, and kiss him goodbye." Paige's face grew grim. "Now let's take a walk and talk this over, Science Clubber to Science Clubber."

"I accept the validity of your socio-dynamic theory. Let's talk then." Paige nodded her acceptance of Iona's statement and with a tiny bit more respect for my diminutive friend, the two geeks walked off. Valerie found the exchange to be both confusing and amusing.

"Zane, the girls and I were looking over my ride and talking about taking a few weeks off after the spring semester ends and riding out in my territory," Valerie informed me. "I figure I could teach everyone to ride; I could teach Iona basic mechanics; and Rio could learn to fight."

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

"Honestly, you are learning to shoot guns and bows, plus you have martial arts training, so you should do fine. I also heard a rumor that you know something about outdoor survival, which is also handy," Valerie continued. "As long as we can keep you away from the other ladies, we should be okay."

"That sounds great. Maybe we could put in some rock-climbing once we get there," I suggested.

"Didn't...didn't your parents die in a rock-climbing accident?" Valerie asked.

"Yes...so? It was something they loved to do and something they taught me to love," I responded. "I won't give up that part of them over one bad memory."

"I can't tell if that's cold or touching," Valerie smirked.

"I'll let you figure that one out," I grinned back. "Some things you tell the world, some things you tell your friends, and a few things you keep to yourself."

"Is that why you don't pry?" Valerie noted. "Rio says you've never asked her about her history, which makes you pretty unique. 'What were you in for?' was my first question to her."

"It is my business to know who you are, not who you were," I told her. "I have to live with you in the present, so that's my business."

"My Mom is going to love you," Valerie grinned.

"How about your Grandfather?" I inquired.

"Touch me in a sexual manner and he'll break out of Maximum Security to kill you," Val winked.

"I'm not afraid," I boasted.

"Oh?" Valerie arched an eyebrow.

"Yes. I have a passport and am not afraid to use it," I joked.

"Wow," Dana observed, "so this is what Zane is like when he has blood flowing to his brain; he actually makes sense."

"Why am I being nice to you, again?" I questioned Dana.

"I haven't a fucking clue," Dana shrugged, "after all, I kicked your ass and beat you to unconsciousness."

"You knocked Zane out?" Valerie asked.

"If you ever have to teach Zane, you'll end up feeling the same way I did," Dana sneered.

"It was an accident," Rio informed Val. "Zane threw his face at her fist and she was forced to defend herself."

"What really happened, Zane?" Valerie inquired.

"I haven't a clue. I heard 'Ready, set,' and I woke up staring at the ceiling thirty seconds later," I answered.

"I punched him, but to be fair, he'd knocked me down with a kick in our previous encounter," Gorman admitted. "I was actually surprised he went down because Zane can take a beating."

"That's the second nicest thing you've ever said about me," I commented.

"What was the first?" Dana said.

"You told Ms. Lane I wasn't a total waste of effort," I related.

"Speaking of which...you did her, didn't you?" Dana asked.

"I like keeping my relationships discreet..." I started, then several girls around me groaned, "...if that is what they want, so no comment."

"Let's just say that I've seen teeth marks on Zane's shoulder that have a slight gap on the left like a certain someone we both know," Rio snickered. Dana snorted.

Before I could respond, I saw Iona coming my way and Paige angling for the door. I nodded to Iona and mouthed a 'thank you' to her, then angled to cut Paige off.

"Where are you going?" I questioned her.

"I get it; I'm not wanted, you have better things to do, and I am not going to get what I want so I'm leaving," Paige sounded hurt.

"Did I say I didn't want you around?" I asked.

"Iona said that you spending time with me was something the other girls wouldn't allow. Even Cordelia feels that way, apparently," Paige informed me.

"I think you misunderstood," I clarified. "I want to spend time with you but I can't simply kick other girls aside because I do."

"So now you want to spend time with me, but why should I spend time with you?" she countered.

"I don't know," I replied. "Why did you come over and hassle Raven and I?" That brought her up short, not because she didn't know the answer but because she didn't want to admit it.

"I was jealous," she said softly.

"You don't need to be," I told her. "We are study buddies, nothing more."

"You are a moron; I apologize for forgetting that," Paige sighed. She took my hand and started leading me toward the bedroom.

"How about we watch some TV and spend time with the girls," I suggested. "I love having sex with you, but I like doing other things as well."

"You...I have decided that I should put up with your idiocy for now," she leered, and we headed back to the sofa and the other ladies that had migrated into my life. Around 9:00 we slipped off (ya, right) to my room and had sex again. This time, we didn't fight; Paige actually listened to my suggestions and we ended up making love for nearly an hour.

"Oh...my...God," Paige panted. "That was...fantastic." She was lying half on her side, half over my body. Her right leg slowly went up and down my thigh and her hand and head rested on my chest. "I feel...nice. We definitely are going to do this again."

"Thanks for asking my input," I teased her. "I had a good time, by the way."

She wiggled her way up my body until she could kiss me.

"What do you want more than anything else in the world?" she wondered. I had to think about that for a second. I mulled over several things but went with my first thought.

"I want my parents back," I confided in her.

"Oh...interesting," she mused. "It would have been best if you said me. I was afraid you would say Christina but I should have known a guy with almost everything would want one of the few things he could never have; you are irrational that way."

"I have almost everything?" I questioned. "I hadn't realized that."

"Zane, you have friends, you are popular, a good-looking, dark blonde, blueeyed Adonis, rich, and able to cleverly conceal your mediocre intellect from almost everyone but me," she pointed out.

"Adonis; seriously?" I groaned. "One, there is no such thing as a perfect man, and two, I know plenty of guys better looking than me."

"As for being wealthy, that all depends on me staying here. I'd like to think I've come by my friends honestly," I explained, "and I have no clue as to why any girl is risking their physical and academic health on my behalf. I also recently learned I scored the second highest score on my language skills portion of my college exam. Ha!"

"You scored twenty-seventh on your science/math portion, you dummy," Paige chortled.

"Well, I scored one of the top ten hottest girls on campus," I rebounded. "Of course, technically she is currently scoring on me." I emphasized the situation by grabbing her ass cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her tightly to my groin. She kissed me again.

"I like cowgirl," she murmured, "and you like my tits bouncing while I ride you." With the last words, she began positioning herself for yet another round of sexual intercourse.

"I love your tits bouncing, especially when I reposition my body to catch them with my lips, but I would like you to not get in trouble for being in my room after curfew, Paige," I sighed. Paige nodded sadly with a hint of frustration to boot.

As she was pulling up her hose, I moved my naked form behind her and began working on her shoulders and kissing her neck with a definite suction.

"Help me with my bra," she breathed heartily. I gently positioned the bra around her arms, settled it on her shoulders and clasped it in front while dragging the material over her now-tender nipples.

"See, Zane, it is this kind of sensual services that multiply your net worth as a romantic entanglement," Paige teased me.

"My 'net worth' romantically..." I grinned. We stood up and finished getting her dressed, then I put on a bathrobe. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight to me, and kissed the top of her head.

"Zane, I...Paige, what are you doing here?" Alice murmured.

"We've been exploring our frontiers of spiritual purity," Paige taunted her.

"It is time for you to leave, Paige Zeller. This is not even your dorm," Alice told her.

"Very well, Zane," Paige turned around in my arms and tickled my lips with her tongue.

"Would you prefer me in sheer lacy panties or nothing at all down there?" she told me, but teased Alice as well.

"Sheer, because it gives me something to pull down your milky smooth thighs with my teeth," I grinned. Together, we exited my bedroom where Barbie Lynn, Rio, Valerie, and Iona had gathered by the stairs.

"Alice, give us a moment, please," I asked my substitute Dorm Mother. I saw Alice hesitate but we both knew the results of her intransience from last time. She still had the swollen lip to prove it. She nodded and stepped back to the inner portion of my room.

"Well, I think we should expect a raid tonight and again in the morning," I groaned. "Spread the word to the shower crowd."

I got a kiss goodnight from Barbie Lynn, Paige, and Iona, a hug from Valerie, and a punch in the arm from Rio. As Alice was heading out, the last to go, I touched her arm.

"Thank you," I told her.

"I...you are welcome," she grinned, then skipped down the stairs. At least she didn't hold a grudge.

THE LAST HURRAH

I'd forgotten to reset my alarm on 'chirp' mode so the door didn't alert me when the latest wave of security arrived a little past midnight. The leader was also a surprise.

"Chancellor Bass, or can I call you Melrose?" I sighed, as she and several campus security guards came into my room. A guard more familiar with my lack of sleeping attire tossed me my robe. Dr. Bass merely sneered.

I slipped out from under the covers and in a contest of wills, I failed to embarrass Melrose; she kept eye contact as I stood and dressed. The guards proceeded to toss my room.

"Maybe if you tell me what you're looking for, I could tell you where you won't find it," I told her.

"Illegal internet hook-up, satellite TV, and alcohol on the premises," Dr. Bass grinned wickedly. The look on my face must have spoken volumes because the grin slowly faded into a frown. Once again, Cordelia was way ahead of the curve. My illicit tech was already secreted away in the building's HVAC system and Gorman had taken her empty beer bottles away too.

After making a mess of my bedroom, the majority of the intruders made their way to the rest of the 'room' while Bass remained with me. I walked around her and fished out my old camcorder from one of my drawers...which was now on the floor. I cut it on and began using it to scan the room.

"Give that to me," Melrose snapped.

"Oh, fuck, no," I laughed at her. "Some people are going to want to see this."

"I said give that to me!" she growled. She grabbed at it but I jumped back, holding it high. She came at me several more times until I fell back on the bed and she landed on top of me. I tossed it higher up on the bed. When Melrose tried to crawl over me to get it, I grabbed Bass by the hips and held her to me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed.

"I think I'm copping a feel," I teased.

"Let go of me right now," she growled.

"No. And by all means, call the guards in. I'm sure they'll love seeing you lying on top of me on my bed," I grinned. She struggled some more, with the sole result of driving my rod to rock hardness.

"Let me go," she said with some alarm as she rocked her hips down on me.

"Give me five kisses and I'll let you up," I challenged her. She scowled fiercely and made one more terrific effort. It was interesting that she would rather put up with personal degradation rather than public humiliation. Finally, she stopped moving and gazed down on me fiercely.

"Get it over with," she ground out. I had no doubt I was looking absolutely predatory at her at that moment.

"First off, lips with tongue," I directed quietly. She was clearly resistant but I figured all she had to do was say no and call for help. I moved one hand to the back of her head and pulled her down into face-to-face contact.

I kissed her; she didn't open her mouth but I kept steady, gentle pressure until my tongue made contact and tagged playfully with her tongue. She tried to recoil yet failed to pull away successfully. For over a minute I wore her down until there was a tiny flicker of lust burning behind her fury and anger.

"Neck," I instructed her on what I wanted to kiss next.

"You disgust me," she snapped viciously. I cupped her ass and pulled her a little further up until I could pick my spot. I nuzzled her first, rubbing my nose, lips, and chin along the front and side of her throat.

This time it took no urging for her to keep contact as I sucked and nibbled on her flesh until I'd drawn forth a blush of blood on her skin.

"Left nipple," I whispered to Dr. Bass.

"What? No, it isn't happening," she snarled. She wiggled against me and tried to push off my body but I held her tight.

"Should I cry for help?" I taunted her. For a second I thought she'd bite me, she was so pissed. She ground her teeth and arched her back, then started to work loose her blouse buttons with one hand. Her bra turned out to be deep blue with satin on the bottom half and the upper cut made of flimsy lace. Melrose held her shirt open, maybe hoping I'd kiss her through the bra.

I reached up with one hand and worked her breast out of the cup and rolled the hardening nipple between the knuckles of my fore and ring finger until it was screaming for attention. She had her head raised, looking forward, with her breath coming in stronger gulps.

"Lower," I suggested, not ordered, and Melrose slowly lowered her tit to my lips.

Her breast was somewhat soft with a thickness to it that felt good to the lips. I sucked in a good deal of the tit but can't take the whole D-cup inside. I rolled from tongue-tip to the thickest part of the thing so that my taste buds could run roughly over her aroused areola. Melrose began pressing down on me and groaned like a slut when I teased her tit with my teeth.

"Oh, God," she moaned. Her hips began rotating against my cock. "You are a total bastard," she whispered as she tried to feed more of her breast to me. I eventually pulled away but gave her red, engorged nipple one last flick of the tongue, which earned me another gasp. While she was distracted I rolled us over so that I was now on top.

"What?" she hissed once more. "Get off of me."

"You owe me two more kisses," I reminded her.

"Grrr," she snarled. "Get on with it. What is next?"

"Your ass; I want to kiss your ass," I informed her with a smile. Bass's nostrils flared.

"How are we going to do this?" she seethed through clenched teeth in response.

"Roll over onto your stomach," I ordered her. She did it with alacrity. I slid down her body, using my knees to force the Chancellor's legs apart as I did so. I knew I was taking a chance by getting off of her but I risked it to grab the hem of her skirt and pull it up and up until it was bunched around her waist.

Now I had her torso on the bed with her hips and legs dangling off the side so that she was on the tips of her high-heel shoes keeping balance. Her panties were a full design but silky blue as well. Her black garter was also visible with her straps keeping her black sheer hose up around her strong, thick thighs. Her ass, though, was a thing of mature teacher-young student fantasy.

Her butt was big but not too large with an expansiveness that made for one hell of a cushion.

"Fuck, Dr. Mel," I muttered, "you clearly take care of yourself."

"Just get this over with," she bit back. I spanked her right ass cheek in response, then the left, and began alternating back and forth several times. Dr. Bass bit down on my blanket to stop from crying out.

Instead of ripping her panties off, I elected for a slow, deliberate strip down.

"What are you doing?" she moaned from the bed. "I didn't agree to this," referring to her imminent loss of clothing. I waited for her to do something besides look over her shoulder and glare at me. I winked back, she gasped in outrage, and I finish pulling her underwear down.

"I'm going to get you for this, Zane," she promised hatefully. 'Not before I get you,' I thought. I knelt down between her spread legs, resting my hands on the small of her back. They roamed down to her hips, to her upper thighs and around, then over her butt cheeks. I'd argue that Mrs. Wellington has a better posterior, but only in a matter of incremental appreciation.

I spread her cheeks apart, picked a spot just over her anus, and gave her a kiss, letting my face roam right and left, not up and down. I finished but remained squatted down behind her, waiting. Melrose looked rearward once more.

"Well?"

"On the lips," I smiled. She started to rise up but I put a hand on the small of her back, holding her down on her stomach. "The other lips," I teased her. There was no response this time, just a baleful acceptance of the situation. Of course, there was no situation for her to resolve by this time; she could easily shrug me off and leave sans panties, but she appeared more than willing to accept me and my actions; horny evil bitch.

Positioning myself behind her ass, I kneeled down and propped her hips up so I could get my mouth to her pussy. Melrose simmered with outrage right up until my lips sucked on the folds of her labia and my tongue parted them. Her response was to thrust back with her hips and press her face harder into the bed to stifle her guttural responses.

In the first few seconds, beyond being incredibly wet, I got no bodily reaction to the intrusion of my tongue upon her sex. When I snaked my hand between her legs and began massaging her upper pussy lips and clit, she gave off a grunt of arousal. I couldn't help but grin; I had her. I redoubled my efforts and soon the Chancellor was panting into the sheets.

I marked her reactions until my tongue felt the first tremors quake through the walls of her cunt.

"All done," I informed her. I leaned back on my heels so I could observe her response. She kept fighting for breath for several seconds before looking back at me.

"I won't beg," she growled.

"I don't expect you to," I remarked. "In fact, I believe you are going to take your panties back and walk out of here. After all, you clearly do the fucking instead of getting fucked. It must be an awfully empty feeling by now."

"I hate you," she seethed. I stuck two fingers into her cunt and wiggled them around until her love juice rolled down my fingers and her vaginal walls started gripping me tightly.

"I can see that you do, Melrose," I lied. "I tell you what, I am going to put two fingers back in you unless you say 'Stop'. How does that sound?"

"Don't you dare," she said bitterly. I placed my hand on her fleshy buttocks and gradually migrated it down to her thigh. Dr. Bass hated me with her eyes but not with her physical instincts.

I used all four fingers this time. My first and pinky peeled back her pussy lips and rubbed them roughly. My middle finger went to her clit and my ring finger probed her depths.

"Ugh," the Chancellor responded. She was pressing her ass back, grinding her cunt against my hand. To steady my movements, I rested my thumb on her ass crack, which only incited her further.

Positioning myself beside her, I reached under and began massaging her breast. My hand picked up its rhythm, making a wet, meaty slapping sound which was driving Melrose crazy with lust. When I kissed her shoulder, she moaned wantonly. My lips worked up her neck, jaw, and ear until she tilted her head so that we could kiss.

"That's right," I whispered to her, "Give it up. I know you want to." She tried to articulate some sort of vicious reply but my kiss on her lips stole that away. I doubled my speed on her pussy while twisting and yanking her nipple.

"Oh, God!" she growled violently into the bedspread. "Ugh, ugh, ugh...yes," she finally exhaled excitedly.

As she struggled to focus her senses, I freed up one of her hands clenching the sheets and wrapped her grip around my cock. She was stroking my penis in a warm, steady way without really thinking about it. When the enormity of what she was doing dawned on her, Dr. Bass rolled her head over and confirmed what she was holding.

She kept staring but couldn't decide what direction she would take -- punish me or succumb to her lusts. I began stroking her kitty once more, making a moist, sloppy noise but clearly arousing her as well. I lowered my body beside her.

"Where do you want it?" I asked softly.

Mel appeared to be unable to understand the question so I prodded her.

"Do you want to taste it on your lips and tongue? Do you want me to put it in your cunt to see if you can take it? Maybe you want me to pump it into your ass because you miss the heat going up inside you," I added. I wasn't sure about the anal sex thing but I felt like taking the risk.

The look the Chancellor gave me was filled with hate alright, but it was awash in a desperate sexual hunger too.

"You goddamn bastard," she huffed through clenched teeth. My response was to switch finger slamming her, instead rolling her rather large clit between my forefinger and thumb gently.

"Gak," she choked out.

"You can get on top and ride me," I promised her softly. "You an even tie my hands up with the sash of my robe."

"On your back, damn you," Melrose snarled ferociously. As I fell back, she ripped my bathrobe sash off so fast it yanked me off the bed.

My butt had no sooner hit the bed again when Bass pulled my robe open and straddled me. She pulled my arms together and bound my wrists with frightening proficiency.

"Not your first time at the rodeo?" I joked. She slapped me across the face; not so hard to break my skin but enough to make me have to rework my jaw to get it set again.

"Shut up, Braxton," she gloated over me, "I'm going to treat you like the piece of trash that you are. You are going to regret ever thinking you belonged here." Mel rose up on her knees, maneuvered her hand onto my cock, and aimed it at her pussy lips.

"Ooohhh," she gasped as her sex blossomed and let my cockhead in. She slowly began shifting down my cock with ecstatic pleasure written all over her face.

"It feels pretty good," I started to say. I was going to finish with 'doesn't it?' but she cut me off.

"Shut up!" she seethed. "You exist solely for my pleasure. I don't need to hear your juvenile stumbling at sexual banter." This wasn't the time to start a fight; that would come later. Dr. Bass kept wiggling her ass down my shaft.

She was so lost in her own fulfillment that she almost forgot about me. I grunted when she planted herself down particularly hard as she was humping me. Melrose looked down at me. With one hand she struck snake-like at my throat, squeezing my windpipe shut.

"You are just a child," she taunted me wickedly, but then her whole tone changed to a creepy, appreciative voice, "a pretty, pretty child."

Okay, I want a psychopath. I want a selfish bitch with no issues beyond insensitivity. I do not want a woman in her forties telling me I'm "a pretty, pretty child." That's just wrong, and that's coming from a guy who screws just about anything that moves.

"Is this how you screw those sluts?" she moaned. "Is this how you pack Heaven's tight little ass? Does she scream for you?" Wait; did she call Heaven a 'she'? That's progress!

I choked out a non-response. I was getting enough air to breath but not enough vocal freedom to talk, and I had a feeling this was on purpose.

"You don't need to answer that," she chuckled eerily. "I've heard reports of their sad little cries as they squirted all over you. You love it when you break their wills to you and this...oh, God...big cock, don't you?"

The Chancellor leaned forward, her bra-covered breasts dangling tantalizingly close to my mouth, and rolled her hips so that her clit rubbed against my cock.

"You hammer them, hammer them, and hammer them some more until their tight little bodies can't even crawl out of your bed. And you wanted to hammer me with this huge cock of yours; you wanted to make me sweat, make me cry out your name -- you wanted to wreck me," she sneered.

I reached up with my bound hands and lifted her grip off my throat.

"Actually, I'm done. I want you out of my room," I growled back. Melrose's breast heaved and she glared down at me, angry but uncertain.

"I was hoping there would be something intriguing about you but seriously, you are just...mediocre. Hell, Heaven is more of a woman than you are and that's kind of pathetic.

I wasn't denigrating Heaven, who I cared about, but was using Dr. Bass's prejudice against the bitch.

"How dare you?" she muttered. She hadn't stopped humping me yet.

"Get some plastic, a broom handle, I don't care, but get the hell off of me, you evil witch," I insisted. As a counterpoint to that, I began to thrust my penis deeper into her womb.

"Ugh, ugh, no," she gasped. "You don't...tell me what...to do." Mel had now positioned her clit so that it received maximum impact with my pelvic bone. I flipped us over; even with her resistance, I was too strong for her. I pushed my bound hands down on her sternum, the fear of sexual frustration written large over her face and burning forth from her eyes.

"I want Heaven back," I demanded.

"Never," she growled. I began to withdraw my cock from her cunt. She whimpered and tried to hold me to her body by grabbing my shoulders in each hand.

"Get off me," I insisted. "Get off of me. If you want some piece of meat between your thighs, go to an over-forties bar and pick up some Momma's Boy who will pop in less than fifteen seconds, then grovel at your feet for an hour like a worm.

"It would be better than an immature punk like you," she struggled to insult me and my performance. I took three long strokes inside her, flexing my cock when it was at its deepest, thumping her G-spot each time. I could see tears of pleasure in her eyes. I tried to pull out the fourth time but she hooked her legs behind me and held my shoulders tight.

"No," she persisted. "I am going to use you until I'm satisfied."

Instead of wrestling with her, I pulled her up so that my hands cupped her ass, her arms remained around my shoulders, letting her kiss me, and her thighs and calves were wrapped around my waist. I bounced her up and down quickly, quickening her passion as each drop onto the fullness of my rod brought her closer to orgasm.

"What?" she gasped, "Where are we..."

"Outside, so that your security can see us," I explained evilly.

"No!" she squeaked.

"Heaven," I stated. She shook her head so I took two more steps to the cutback exit in the screens.

"No, no," she insisted then as I took the next step. "Fine," she said in defeat, but hating me for it.

"You can have her back for the short time she's still here," she seethed. "The Board will support my decision and that will be it for her, and probably the rest of you too."

"Don't be bitter, Mel," I teased. "You've been good to me so I'm going to be good to you. How do you want it?"

She glared at me so I continued talking as I walked us back to the bed.

"You want to be slammed from behind, don't you? It is hard to get those girls you break down to do a convincing job of it, yet you miss being treated like a slut," I verbally prodded her. She'd gone over too fast to face down and ass sticking out for someone who didn't crave it.

I gently lowered us down to the bed while keeping eye contact.

"Take off your bra, then roll over on your hands and knees right here on the edge of the bed. She was torn; she had hold of me at the moment, but she really wanted to give me my grudge fuck. As she opened her shirt, I dove into her cleavage, kissing and licking.

She purred hungrily even as she worked her shirt off and then her bra. While keeping up my torture of her breasts, I hooked her thighs with my hand and hiked up her legs until I had her splayed out, her knees pushed halfway to her breasts. I dove down to her muff and ravaged her clitoris and lips. Dr. Bass squealed with surprise and pleasure.

Right as my vaginal attention got to be too much for her, I yanked her ass over the edge, bent her farther over, and returned to chewing on her nipples. If she was upset that I wasn't immediately fucking her, she was doing a good job of hiding it. The next time I dove on her pussy, I kept my fingers on her engorged nipples, teasing to the point pleasure and pain collided.

I tore up her pussy with a total disregard to patience and sensitivity. The Chancellor squealed, squirmed, and thrust against me without inhibition until she growled loud enough to bring any guards, had they been close enough. She hit her second spasm when I rushed one hand down to her twat and began to jackhammer two fingers inside her cunt, unrelentingly driving her eruption from crest to crest.

When her eyes rolled back in her head, I released her, but only to move to my next stage. I'd promised her a good hard fucking after all. I took Melrose's hips and repositioned her so that she was face down, her knees on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling over. I knelt between her thighs and began licking her from clit to anus.

A few passes into it, I sucked several of my fingers on one hand until they were really slick while working her pussy over with my other hand. I think she was a bit surprised when I pressed my first finger against her anus. As her sphincter gave way, Dr. Bass finally spoke up.

"Don't you dare," she moaned sensually.

"Don't do this?" I teased her, as I sunk another half-inch into her rectum.

"Oh, God -- yes," she groaned like a wanton whore. I wiggled in a little farther; Melrose gasped and shook her big ass in my face. I pulled the finger, she whimpered in need, and I went back to assaulting her cunt with my tongue and teeth.

"Put it back," she panted.

"If I put it back, I'll have to use two fingers," I informed her. Mel coughed in response. I obliged her quiet acquiescence by teasing her anus once more.

"Ugh -- bastard," she grunted. It started out angry but transformed to sexual in mid-vocalization.

I worked my two fingers in slowly -- I didn't want her to scream and I'm basically not a sadist. I also ameliorated the pain by slipping my cock back into her pussy seconds later. I developed a slow rhythm, picking up the pace incrementally until she was really taken aback the moment I bottomed out in her womb, tickled her cervix, and twisted my two fingers 180 degrees in her anus.

"Oh, God," she moaned. I began fishing through a list of affections until I found the one that bit - 'Gorgeous'. That word bit into her psyche and I decided to use it.

"Oh, fuck, Gorgeous, you are so damn sexy," I whispered to her. Melrose coughed, then growled. I took the moment to lean on her back and cruelly grab a breast and begin to aggressively maul it.

"Oh, God, yes!" she exulted heavily. "You are a filthy-minded, little -- huge damn delinquent."

"And you finally got me to ream you good, didn't you?" I responded.

"Play...play all you like," she groaned, "but I know how to break you...now."

'Yes', I thought back, 'but I know you want something too.'

About this time I was pretty sure there was no possible way I was getting away with this. I had fucking silk screen walls, for pity's sake. Chancellor Bass was equally sobbing and cursing into my sheets. One second she was encouraging me to pound her harder -- I obliged -- and the next second she was telling me how good it felt.

I will give her this much; the old bird had a lot of sexual frustration to work out and I was her instrument. Having this game go on and on certainly wasn't going to work so I had to figure out what I could do that I wasn't already doing and what would turn her on. I didn't like my answer. I reached down and took Melrose by the back of her head and pushed her face deeper into the bed.

First she moaned louder and then her body started to tremble as she thrust back harder. When the suffocation set in, she struggled to rise but I was too strong and pressing her down with too much force. The Chancellor reached back from her vulnerable position and tried to push me off and remove my hand holding her head down.

She became more and more frantic, undoubtedly fuelled by her own sense of rage upon the world and mirroring my own hatred of her as my motivation. Her last explosion of air was a scream into the bed. A fear-fueled orgasm overwhelmed her with her whole body going rigid, then lurching about.

Now that I'd gotten her off, I let go of her neck, going so far as to grabbing her shoulder and pull her up for a desperate breath. I withdrew my fingers from her ass and my cock from her flooded vagina. Melrose lay boneless on the bed, dazed and incoherent. I put my fists on either side of her shoulders and leaned over my tormentor and victim.

"You damn near killed me, you bastard," she moaned heatedly.

"Was the orgasm worth it, knowing this might be the last thing you feel in this life?" I whispered to her. "Don't answer because your body told the story already. As much as you hate me, you loved putting everything on the line like that."

"Shut up," she wheezed. "You know nothing, Child."

"I know you are lying face-first, mostly naked, on my bed, freshly fucked, covered in sweat, my cock resting on your open, inviting ass with your legs spread wide for me, Dr. Bass. I know I said that the next time we met I was going to fuck you like I owned you, and I think I've done that."

"I am...going to...break...all of your girl...friends," Melrose ground out. "We will see who owns who when this is over, Mr. Braxton," she gasped once she'd finally calmed down and she could take an unlabored breath. As I slowly got off of her, she gave out one last sigh.

"Remember your promise, Chancellor," I cautioned her.

"I remember all kinds of things," she snapped back. Dr. Bass resumed a standing position but was polite enough not to kick me when I helped her get her panties back on.

"Let's not do this again," I cautioned the Chancellor. "If we do, I'm going to have to tie you up and abuse all three of your holes all weekend long."

"The only 'next time' will be my last time using you," she growled.

"You didn't let me finish, Mel. Next time, after I've got you warmed up, I'm handing you over to Rio who, trust me, will be a lot less compassionate than I am. Like you, she's got some anger issues to work through," I grinned.

"Thank you for putting her back on my radar," she sneered back sweetly.

"I'm not too worried, Mel," I replied. "You are a pretty smart woman. You know that with Rio, the pain and risk of permanent harm isn't just play. She'll be looking forward to making you beg for your life."

The expectant smile she shot my way chilled the soul. God, can't you give me some not-so-crazy women to deal with? For once, he gave me a reply by way of a sudden insight: try not to solve every problem with my dick and appreciate the sane women who do spend time with me. Dr. Bass moved past me so I gently stroked her ass.

"Done?" she snarled while looking straight ahead. Her anger was betrayed by her hardening nipples.

"Yes. And I apologize, Chancellor. I was only thinking about your arms bound behind your back while I pounded your cunt at the same time as Rio slammed you from behind," I said softly.

She rotated her gaze to me, lust and hate warring across her countenance.

"Every time we are alone together, Melrose," I breathed into the side of her face as I rubbed a hand down from her stomach to her crotch, "I am going to have to check out how wet you are." Her hand flashed down and stopped my progress.

"Or would you rather I check you from behind?" I added as I ran a hand down her rump.

"Fuck you," she sighed.

"Is that an invitation?" I teased. This was killing me inside. "Just remember that next time, you are getting that dildo rammed up your ass."

"Damn you," she seethed once more. "I have to go before security suspects something." Like they didn't all know precisely what had been going on? How dumb did she think they were?

Without another word she strode out of my bedroom into the main area. "What have you found?" she questioned the guards.

Of course they had found nothing damning. They had to be suspicious of all the TVs and computer stations without internet hook-ups but no one mentioned a thing.

"This was a colossal waste of time," Melrose said in an exaggerated display. "Let's go." Dr. Bass led the way down the stairs but stumbled on the first step.

The last guard in line smirked at me.

"Do you miss Dana much?" I inquired quietly.

"And how," she rolled her eyes. "Tonight was a total bust. Anyone with half a brain knew you expected a raid tonight and would have everything stashed somewhere else. All this overtime is good for my paycheck but I'd kill for a good night's sleep."

"Oh, you are preaching to the choir, ma'am," I chuckled, "preaching to the choir."

I went back to my room and lay down. Sleep did not come easy. I knew that the Science Club's cameras had recorded the events of the past half hour; I just had to figure out what to do with them -- besides get Heaven back.