"A New Life" [Closed for PP01 & HoneyB] Read, Enjoy and we hope.

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"A New Life" [Closed for PP01 & HoneyB] Read and we hope Enjoy.

The town of Lakeland, Florida, still had a small town atmosphere even though it was so close to Orlando and Disney World and all of the other theme parks and tourist attractions. It was beginning to grow and adopting pretensions of being a big city though so I’d bought a parcel of land out in the unincorporated county with a two-story house, detached garage connected to the house by a breezeway and a barn.

The fifteen acres was enclosed by a four foot high hog wire boundary fence and I had “wait a minute” vines, with there nasty little curved thorns, planted all along the fence line. In addition there are “Spanish Bayonet” plants with their inch or longer hard spikes to deter unwanted visitors or nosey trespassers. There’s a two hundred foot wide strip of natural forest and undergrowth around the perimeter of the property to provide added privacy, and to take advantage of Florida’s “Green Belt” property tax break.

I’m Professor Thaddeus Goodman, Professor of Medieval History at the University of Central Florida. I’ve several books published in my name on the Inquisition, Italy during the time of Prince Nicolo Machevelli, who authored one of my favorite quotes. “Vengeance is a dish best served cold.” I’ve also authored the text used in my classes.

I was in my office, a graduate level student was in the lecture hall I use showing a video of a trip I’d made to Europe to visit the sites of various of the Inquisition’s ‘trials’ with my voice over explaining what was being seen and how the various apparatus worked. After all the Inquisition was noted for it’s tortures used to extract confessions and the trip provided a tax write off vacation, so let the students ponder man’s inhumanity to man for awhile at tax payer expense.

The scenes were all the more graphic because I’d hired two models, a man and a woman who were clad only in brief bathing suits, to capture the attention of the students as one or the other was placed on the various apparatus. This particular lecture was one of the most attended and was generally S.R.O.

Tomorrow I’d hold a Q & A session and then assign a paper on the topic of the Inquisitions methods of interrogation and the pros and cons of physical torture to extract confessions. Those were always ‘interesting’ to read.

Today, however, I was waiting for the arrival of a new member of the faculty. I was to be her assigned mentor as she acclimated to the University and the ins and outs of Florida’s education system, which should be a topic of a paper on frequent boondoggles.

Unknown to the almost all of those I work with and my students, I also have an alter ego. I’m well known and respected within an alternative lifestyle community as a writer of reference material dealing with it and it’s aspects. I write under a nom-de-plume of course to ensure privacy and all mail, email, etc goes to a post office box or email in that name. My Internet connections go through an anonymous routing to avoid any electronic tracing.

I was sitting proofing and editing print out of an article titled “Why Erotic Power Exchange as a Lifestyle?” as I waited for her arrival.
 
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Jennifer Bechard

I bent over and peered into the poorly lit mirror. The austere black of my suit made me look pale, but then again I felt stark white in comparison to everyone in this sunny climate. At least the suit fit me well, which is why I had chosen it in the first place. The sleeveless dress was a little, black thing, falling to just below mid-thigh. I had long legs, being that I was tall, 5’9”. The jacket was double-breasted and I fought the urge to take it off, a sleeveless dress was hardly professional, even if the history department’s building was really unforgivably warm. Pleased to see that my read hair was still elegantly bound in a French twist, I straightened.

Snapping open my Franklin planner, I rechecked the number of Professor Thaddeus Goodman’s office. Fourth floor. The heels of my black pumps clicked on the stairs as I ran up them. Eight flights and I didn’t even break a sweat. Bless the invention of the stairmaster. I glanced at my watch as I walked down the corridor. Ten minutes early as I always was. I rapped my knuckles smartly on the closed door, and opened it.

A piercing set of blue eyes looked up, eyes bluer than my own which tended toward gray. He seemed to see right into me, looking beneath the artifice I wore. Those eyes set in a lined face followed me as I entered the office.

“Professor Goodman, I presume.”

I offered him my hand, willing myself to be the confident educator I knew myself to be.
 
Prof. Goodman:

"Yes, I'm Thaddeus Goodman," I said as I looked up at the attractive woman, "and who might you be?" I asked effecting the 'abscent minded professor' personna that came so easily and was surprisingly effective.
 
"I'm sorry."

I frowned slightly as I lowered my hand.

"My name is Jennifer Bechard, the University of Central Florida's newest Associate Professor."

Looking around for an available seat, I nevertheless decided to wait until an offer was made. Books were stacked on the available chairs, the covers of which bore pictures of torture and pain. I swallowed hard and tried not to stare.

"We had an appointment although I am a bit early."
 
Prof. Goodman:

"Ahhh, ah yes. I was told you'd be here today," I say as I stand and look about for a few moments then just clear off a chair and put the books and papers on the floor.

"Won't you have a seat my dear. I've, of course, read your credentials and they're most impressive indeed. I think once you've had time to acclimate you'll do just fine.'

"I'm to be your mentor I understand. I must say I'm rather pleased. Sexist or not, my last was a man who stood 5'4" or so and was about the same around. You're a marked improvement my dear," I say with a disarming smile as I covertly 'look you over' as you sit down.
 
I sat down and crossed my legs. Professor Goodman's remark made me smile and I watched him as he watched me. It was difficult to tell his age, but I guessed him to be somewhere in his mid-fifties. He was probably a shade over 6 feet and he had the lean hungry look of a wolf.

"It's wonderful to have a mentor, especially as I'm new to the city. New to Florida actually. As you probably know, I just completed my doctorate at the University of Michigan. I'm looking forward to enjoying actually going outside without freezing to death."

I smiled again and let my eyes roam around the office. They swept across the desk and to the article the professor had been working on. Did the thing say what I thought it did! The paper was sent at an odd angle, making it difficult to read clearly. I shifted my gaze back to Professor Goodman, not wanting him to think I was snooping even though I burned with curiosity.
 
Prof. Goodman:

"Gracious where are my manners.
"I'm sure it's very warm down here for someone from the Frozen Northlands of Michigan," I say chuckling and rising to walk around the desk.

"May I take your coat and hang it for you. No A/C this time of year I'm afraid. To quote those in the constantly 75 degree climate controlled Admin Building, "It's winter you know. Shouldn't need air conditioning." Bull puckey. They need to work in a room with 75 students at a lecture and av equipment running."

"Oh and would you care for something to drink," I have a lil refrig with soda, juice and water?"
 
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I leaned forward and slipped off my jacket. The professor took it and turned to hang it behind the door. I took the opportunity to lean forward, trying to get a better look at the paper.

“Why Erotic Power Exchange as a Lifestyle?”

Blood suffused my face. I quickly leaned back in my seat just as Professor Goodman turned around.

"I... I... I'd love some sparkling water if you have it."
 
Prof. Goodman:

I availed myself of the opportunity assisting with her jacket afforded to admire a lovely figure.

Turning back, "My goodness are you alright. Look how flushed you are.
"I just have spring water but certainly."

Hurrying to the refrig on the bottom of the bookself I got her a bottle spring water and a Coke for myself.

The bottle was opened and I as I handed it to her I was able to enjoy a brief look at her impressive cleavage.

"Here you are. Can I get you anything else?"
 
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