What cost Knowledge.

[cgraven]

What cost Knowledge.

(This is a closed thread for Becaa57 and cgraven)

MacGyver university was a small prestigious institution in the hills of rural New England. It was known for its avant-garde programs, and parapsychology department. The spring semester was drawing to a close and soon the announcements for summer programs would be appearing . Unlike many Universities, MacGyver did not limit participation to graduate students but thy where open to under graduate students as well.



Professor Carl Kolkac Had just posted the parapsychology department’s trip.



In search of werewolves and vampires, fact or fiction?



This year we will be going to Romania and the Transylvanian Mountains in search the bases of werewolves and vampire legends, to conduct a scientific study to determine if they have some base in fact or are the sole result of folk lore.



Interested student will apply to Dr. Carl Kolkac



There was snickering as the students read the posting for Dr. Carl Kolkac was known as a bit of an odd duck and a relic from a bygone era. He could be seen on campus in his Oxford gown and mortar board his wispy gray hair in disarray. He was a tall gangly man in his fifties and the picture of the absent minded professor. He could be seen fencing in the gym, there was a small scar on his right cheek below his eyes and the rumor had it that it was a dueling scare from his days as a student in Vienna.

 

[Becaa57]

Morgan stands and stares at the notice for a while, leaving and coming back to it.
Wondering does he mean physically travel there or just in class?

I have a feeling where wolves exist from a childhood memory, but to find out if it was real would be mind blowing. My parents told me, it was probably a big dog, we didn't even have wolves in our area.

She stands there, barely 21, doesn't know anyone in this school, somewhat shy so probably not going to meet anyone.

His office number is listed at the bottom.

2 days after he posted it, she finds herself knocking on this door

Standing as tall as she can in her 5'2" body. slender but pretty
Knocking on his door

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Kolkac was busily grading the last of the final exams for his course in parapsychology when he heard the knock at his door. Drawn from his work he gave a disgruntled huff and straightened just a bit in his chair. The rumpled tweed jacket he wore had leather patches at the elbows, as always he wore his school tie from King’s College at Oxford. His wisp gray hair little more than a fringe that circled his head. Hardly the picture of a modern professor but more a caricature of a bygone day.

”Enter!”

His voice was formal as always and tinged with an Eastern European accent, one could not quite place. His hazel eyes looked over the rim of his glasses to behold an attractive young lady.

The girl was rather beautiful and quite young; she could be no older than a sophomore but most probably a freshman. Carl Kolkac noticed the way her jeans hugged her body, her hair was thick and lustrous drawn back into a ponytail while flashing eyes sparkled with an impish twinkle. He did not approve of young ladies dressing in pants never mind jeans and the scowl on his face made that quite clear.

“Have a seat my dear. So, you are interested in summer internship? You do realize that it will entail spending time in a country until very recently was known for its strict control and that it will entail a fair amount of hiking through the mountains of Transylvanian. Miss………”

His voice trailed off even as his eyes wandered to the young woman’s high firm breasts. She defiantly was a ravishing young beauty and the idea of spending the summer in her company was quite enticing. A slight blush kissed Kolkac’s cheeks as he realized that he was staring at the girl’s breasts and the way they strained against her t-shirt.

Pulling himself back to the present and the business at hand.

“And your name is Miss?

 

[Becaa57]

I enter timidly.
My first time in a professors office, and it's kind of messy, but organized too.

“Have a seat my dear. So, you are interested in summer internship? You do realize that it will entail spending time in a country until very recently was known for its strict control and that it will entail a fair amount of hiking through the mountains of Transylvanian. Miss………”
"Yes sir, but I'm very interested in the subject matter"
"I've gone hiking and camping before, so I am used to that"

I stare at him, he's older much older then me. and kind of old fashioned looking. I notice his eyes go over my body, but no man I've ever met didn't
Can tell he's not a fan of my jeans
He's not bad looking and has some kind of attraction going. I can't put my finger on it

“And your name is Miss?

"Sorry, I'm Morgan Jenkins sir!!"
"I have a passport as well"

"Can you tell me more about where we would be going, and for how long?"

 

[cgraven]

"Morrigan, Morrigan Jenkins. Please forgive my rudeness in not introducing myself when I came in. I understand about the hiking and what the country used to be known for but it's an area I've always longed to visit,"

Dr. Kolkac bushy grey eyebrows lifted when Morrigan mentioned her grandmother as having emigrated from Romania. The subconscious act giving him almost the appearance of a shaggy old gray wolf. He was only half listening to the attractive young coed, a young woman that carried the blood of Transylvania and the Carpathian mountains would certainly be beneficial to his research. Morrigan gay laughter brought him back to the present.

"So other than hiking and being cautious what sort of work would the internship entail?" Her sparkling eyes shown with her laughter and Dr. Carl Kolkac couldn’t help but notice what a charming young creature she was. When he snapped out of his daze his voice was a bit shaky and his cheeks tinged in crimson as her realized the young woman bust have noticed how his eyes where roaming over her supple young body.

“Well Miss Jenkins you would be recording my interviews with local villagers, helping me research the local records for reported sightings of theses supposed creatures, and then transcribing my notes.”

He hesitated a moment before continuing.

“As you would be representing the university you would be required to wear appropriate attire, skirts , blouses, and the school blazer. Of, course in the mountains hiking, appropriate shorts and boots would be acceptable.”

He passed Morrigan and application form fully expecting that she would now change her mind as the internship was not just some frivolous outing to Europe.

 

[Becaa57]

I correct him on my name although remembering my grandma would call me Morrigan as well
"It's Morgan professor only Grandma would call me that. I guess a name from the old country?"

"Do you speak the language?? I'm pretty rusty but know some of it"
"If possible and not too far out of the way. I believe I have some distant cousins still there"

"When you interview the villagers, do you record them or would you want me to take notes as they talk?"

Listening to him explaining the attire I have to wear
"Skirts and a blouse??? Not sure I even own any. but ok, if that's what it takes"
"I'm much more comfortable in hiking clothes at least I don't have to wear a skirt for that"

"Can you tell me what you're interest in this is? I know legends of werewolves and vampires even the cryptids such as bigfoot and the abominable snowman have been around for years and in all areas"
"But you're a professor and most right those off as folklore"

 

[cgraven]

The professor answered Morrigan’s questions and that legends, myths and folklore often had a bases in truth.

Handing the internship application back to him she rose from the chair and offered him her hand, "Please let me know whatever you decide professor, but I sincerely hope the letter I get is one accepting me as your summer intern."

With a last smile she turned and left.

Morrigan Jenkins. Got her answer a week later, the next two weeks where a whirlwind of vaccinations and shots visa and finalizing travel plans. On the second of June Morrigan found herself in Boston at Logan airport boarding an Austrian Airlines for Bucharest. Dr. Kolkac arrived looking like the typical absent minded professor, in his crumpled tweed jacket, and his glasses riding on the end of his nose. He patted his pockets searching for his boarding pass which the gate attendant took from his outside breast pocket. Most of the trip they spent sleeping on the late night flight. A day in Bucharest with an endless series of boring official meetings and applications for travel passes and then they were on their way to the northern mountain city of Sinaia, the old summer capital and finally to the 14th-century town of Sighisoara and the birthplace of Vlad Tepes, most notoriously known as Vlad the Impaler or Count Dracula, and to the famous Castle Bran, often referred to as "Dracula's Castle." It seemed they were to stay in the castle.

He had shyly stolen glances at the charming young beauty and then would blush when she noticed. He seemed to brighten and become more relaxed once they were in Europe. When they were told they would be sharing a room at the castle he did not seem to blink even though in Bucharest he had insisted on separate rooms much to the amusement of the hotel desk clerk. During their journey to Sighisoara he was a virtual travel log on the sights and the history of the region.

Dr. Kolkac had left Morrigan to shower and get ready for dinner while he went to the library of the castle. He was about to make some notes when he realized he had forgotten his pen. When he returned to their room he found Morrigan emerging from the bathroom in nothing but her towel and he blushed furiously but made no move to leave his eyes devouring her beauty in her near naked state his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

 

[Becaa57]

The trip there seemed to last forever, with interviews by customs officials.

The professor was kind of a strange bird, as the English would say. Pretty much quiet on the flights, maybe nervous about them I wasn't sure.

She'd caught him several times checking her out, but being as he didn't make any comments, she just wrote it up to a man's wandering eyes.

It wasn't until the last hotel, Dracula's Castle when they ended up having to share a room, even though he'd assured her before leaving the states that we'd have separate rooms

He was going to the library before dinner, and I was going to take that opportunity to take a shower and get cleaned up. Always feel sticky and dirty after flying.
Just as I'm done and walking into the bed area, the door opens.
The professor walks in, at first not noticing me, standing there with a towel wrapped around me.

When he does the expression on his face almost made me laugh. Like he'd seen something he'd never seen before. I was decent with the towel, but you'd think I was standing there nude.

"You ok professor? Not going to have a heart attack are you?"

He blushed bright red, mumbled something about getting a pen

"You left it on the desk professor"

He stared a minute longer then fumbled the pen and left the room.

Telling myself. Well that was different. I get dressed, Skirt, hose with low heels and the school jacket.
Heading down to the dinning room at the prearranged time

 

[cgraven]

Like him she blushed furiously and for a moment her mouth simply hung open not knowing what to say.

She was beautiful more beautiful that Carl had realized. He legs long and sculptured her towel barely covering Morrigan’s sweet young pussy and her well rounded heart shaped ass as she clutched the towel to her high firm breasts. The young woman’s luxurious hair clung to her face and rivulets of water tricked from the girl’s silken mane. At last, she managed to stammer..."Can I help you Doctor?"

"You left it on the desk professor"

He stared a minute longer then fumbled the pen and left the room. Moments later he

Came back.

Carl suddenly found Morrigan in his arms his hard muscular body pressed to hers, and his lips brushed the young coed’s in a searing kiss. Carl stepped back bushing crimson.

“Miss Jenkins I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.”

He could not take his eyes from her and it was obvious that dressed or more to the point undressed as she was had deeply affected him. Carl steeled himself for the slap across his face that he knew would be coming.

 

[Becaa57]

Thinking we may have to set some boundaries for this sharing a room deal as he exits again.

I start moving to lock the door, when it bursts open again. And he's back in the room

I start to ask him what's going on,

but he pulls me for a kiss.

He's so much stronger then he looked his mouth fastened to mine, his arms holding me tight against

a body that feels much younger then I would ever have guessed.

I feel his excitement pressing into me, just between my hips

He steps back, staring at me. It's obvious that was not planned.

I should slap him I guess but instead is say

"Well that was a surprise Professor. I hope it was not planned"

 

[cgraven]

Biting her lower lips, she chuckled softly at last and looked up to meet his eyes, "Well that was a surprise Professor. I hope it was not planned"

Carl was surprised when the blow to his cheek did not come nor did she lash out at him screaming How dare you! Her lips in fact had parted to his and the memory of it, the sweet taste of her and the feel of her young body pressed to his emboldened Dr. Kolkac. The light of the quarter moon streamed through the open window of their room, its soft light bathing the near naked beauty. He stood their looking at Morrigan and he felt that desire for her spreading through his body. The one thing he was sure of was that he did not want her to dress, in fact he wanted quite the opposite. His eyes shown with desire for her as he stepped closer, his body now close to hers she could feel the heat of it, his lips a breath away from her.

With a boldness Morrigan had never seen in him before his lips pressed to hers in another searing kiss and his fingers slowly tugged at the towel that hid her from him.

“Morrigan"

He sighed in to their kiss. His voice laced with passion and desire. Would she flee into the sanctuary of the bathroom the moment shattered.

 

[Becaa57]

The 2nd kiss was even more of a surprise. For an old guy he is a good kisser.
I let it go for a moment, feeling my body responding to the kiss and the feeling of being in his arms.

Then I push away
"I'm sorry professor, this while very nice was not on the agenda"

Stepping away, making sure my towel is in place.

"If you would give me some privacy I can get dressed for dinner"

My heart is pounding in my chest, so much of me wants to just drag him, or let him drag me to the bed.

 

[cgraven]

feeling her body responding to the kiss and the feeling of being in his arms. Morrigan then push him away.

"I'm sorry professor, this while very nice was not on the agenda."

Stepping away, making sure her towel is in place.

"If you would give me some privacy I can get dressed for dinner" Grabbing her clothes off the end of the bed with one hand she darted back into the bathroom and locked the door behind her

Carl was sure that he had seen his own desire mirrored in Morrigan’s flashing expressive eyes. She had responded to his kiss had pressed her supple young body to his and he felt the passion and pleasure ripple through her and then she had run like a frightened little rabbit. He pressed his forehead to the bathroom door, his hand tried the door knob but he felt the residence of the lock, the young coed’s musky fragrance called to him, stirred something deep and dark in him and its intensity scared and enticed Carl Kolkac at the same time.

He wandered out on to the small balcony of their room. The moons silvery crescent smiled down on him as if he were a lost child, its ghostly light bathing him and the Carpathian mountains in its shimmering light. The howl of a wolf echoed in the valley and again his soul longed for… something…….he was not sure what.

He could not go down to the banquet in their honor alone he would have to wait for Morrigan or surely tongues would wag.

He turned at the sound of the lock, the door opening, and turned as the young ravishing coed emerged from the sanctuary his lust had driven her to. He waited there on the balcony cloaked in the moon’s pale silvery light.

 

[Becaa57]

I get dressed in the bathroom, and fix my hair and some makeup. I don't wear much.

Walking out, I see him on the balcony.

"Sorry took me a bit, but I'm ready"

Dressed in a silvery evening dress, somewhat long, but a slit on my leg up to mid thigh.
hose and heels. A V neck, but not too deep of one, just between my breast.
A simple silver necklace with a birthstone hanging down to the top of my breasts

"Is this good, or is it too much?"

 

[cgraven]

Carl watched as Morrigan emerged from the bathroom she was stunning her beauty breathtaking dressed in a silvery evening dress, somewhat long, but a slit on her leg up to mid-thigh, hose and heels. A V neck, but not too deep of one, just between firm young breasts.. Smoothing her skirt down as her knees edging towards the single bed, she sat on the bed looking the embodiment of sensual innocence. His foot scraped against a paving stone of the balcony and for a moment, bathed in that ghostly moon light Dr. Carl Kolkac could have been one of the undead from of Transylvania’s haunted past.



The moment of panic and fear that shown in those flashing expressive eyes thrilled Carl for some reason and Morrigan was more desirable and enchanting to him in that brief moment than ever before.



“Our host will be expecting us Miss Jenkins.”



Though Carl had reverted to his familiar the look in his eyes showed his still smoldering desire. He escorted the young coed down to dinner and all eyes turned to her as they descended the long formal stairway. It was oblivious that all the men present where taken with her beauty and Morrigan received more than one envious look from the women.



Dr. Kolkac was seated to the right of their host a local official and Morrigan to his left. The dinner was a typical European affair. Aperitifs before dinner, The wine flowing like water, each coarse having its own special wine, and an endless series of toasts, which all were expected to participate in. The meal dragged on hour after hour, not the typical quick affair she was used to in the states and Morrigan’s glass never seemed to be empty. After dinner there as coffee and brandy and when their host noticed that Morrigan was a bit hesitant he smiled charmingly.



“ Miss Jenkins this is a very special brandy from the region and I very much would like you to sample it.”



All during the meal Dr. Kolkac had stolen, side long glances savoring his young interns chaste beauty.

 

[Becaa57]

As I wait for his answer, something about the way he looks in the moonlight is almost scary/
If I didn't know it was him, it would be. His eyes look different a hunger in them. His skin paler

Then he steps in and he's just the professor.

He approves my outfit and leads me down to the dinner

It is the most elaborate dinner I've ever been too, a seemingly never ending parade of dishes and wine. I realize quickly that I can't drink all of the wine, and I take sips, so when they the change the wine, usually at least half a glass left.

But still by the the time is starts wrapping down. I'm feeling very tipsy

We move to what they the call the library for a coffee and brandy. When I hesitate on taking some

The hosts informs me that it's a special brandy and he really wants me to taste it

I smile at him
"Of course sir"

Raising the glass I take a sip. It's a lot stronger then the wine, but strangely very easy to drink

"I like it"

The professor mingled around the room, talking to his colleagues. I find a table and just sit watching

Everyone there seems older then I am, but very I guess the term is polished

The host sits with me, talking to me. Asking where I'm from how I know the professor

I explain how I'm a student in his class, but have a personal interest in the reason for this trip

He is very polite, although I feel the undercurrent of his desire for me.

 

[cgraven]

It was the most elaborate dinner Morrigan had ever been too, a seemingly never ending parade of dishes and wine. I realize quickly that I can't drink all of the wine, and I take sips, so when they the change the wine, usually at least half a glass left.

But still by the time is starts winding down. I'm feeling very tipsy

"It's delicious Sir. I don't dare drink anymore though I'm afraid, the wine from dinner is already going to my head. I don't hold alcohol well,"

She admitted with an embarrassed smile.

“Ah I understand that temperance is a virtue Miss Jenkins and normally I would be offended but how can one take offence from such beauty?”

The hosts informs me that it's a special brandy and he really wants me to taste it

I smile at him

"Of course sir"

Raising the glass I take a sip. It's a lot stronger then the wine, but strangely very easy to drink. "I like it"

Her host pressed his lips to the back of Morrigan’s hand and his dark handsome looks where reminiscent of the famed count Dracula. He took her arm and Led the calmly beauty from the dinning room, across the hall to the ballroom. The rest of the guest following in their wake. As they entered the small orchestra struck up a waltz and their host took Morrigan into his arms for the first dance. Dinner had been a three hour affair and it seemed now there was to be a ball.

His arms held her firmly and guided Morrigan through the waltz. As they passed the mirrored wall she saw both their reflections in the ornate morrows. His body sensually flowed against hers.

Several other men danced with the stunning young American beauty and then Morrigan found herself in Dr. Kolkac’s arms. His body pressed to hers he held her in the classic pose of the dancer his right hand firmly on the small of her back, his left holding her hand lightly. The strains of the waltz caressed her as his hips pressed to Morrigan’s as they swayed and glided to the music. As the music faded, Carl lead Morrigan from the dance floor made their apologies and helped her up to their room.

 

[Becaa57]

At first I was very nervous about dancing. My grandmother had showed me how to dance, when I was little but I hadn't done any for a very long time
The men were very nice, gently leading me around the room. Holding me close, but not copping feels.
By the end of the night my feet are killing me, and somehow I've been talked into a couple more glasses of that Brandy

The final dance is with the professor, but he is no longer the bumbling somewhat absent minded one, I came here with
instead he is self assured and in control. I realized that he is really in his element here it brings out the best in him

"Thank you, I'm having a wonderful time here tonight!!!"

After the dance, I see people are leaving. couples as well as single men. I guess it's over.
We go over and say goodnight to the host
I'm giving another firm hand hold and a kiss to my hand as his eyes bore deep into mine.
There is something in them, hidden deep but I can see it. A deep knowledge is what comes to my mind

Then we go back up to the room, climbing the stairs silently. My shoes in my hand as we move to the bedroom.

Once inside
"I need to sit down for a bit, ok if I sit out on the balcony before changing?"

 

[cgraven]

Morrigan was the bell of the ball all the men were anxious to dance with the ravishing young American beauty. She was Cinderella at the ball. As the clock struck twelve, or perhaps a bit more Karl led Morrigan back to their room,

"I need to sit down for a bit, ok if I sit out on the balcony before changing?"

“Certainly Morrigan.”

There was no doubt that Morrigan was a little more than tipsy as she plopped into the chair. Her cheeks where rosy and her speech a bit slurred.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," she said quietly.

"I just need to gather up the energy to get up and change, alcohol always makes me sleepy," she said with a yawn.

Carl smiled as she sensually stretched her arms above her head and then she was gently snoring lost to the world of the living. He shook his head as he gathered Morrigan into his arms and carried her to the bed. Carl cradled the young beauty in his arms and slipped her shoes from her dainty feet placing them by the bed. He just stood there for several minutes watching her sleep and he sighed. If the young beauty slept in her dress it would be rumpled to say the least. Slowly he took eased down Morrigan’s the zipper of her dress then eased it down over her hips

God she was beautiful. and Carl could feel his passions for her rising again he bent down and rolled her thigh high stockings off. He leaned over to kiss the stunning young beauty good night his lips brushing hers.

 

[Becaa57]

I can vaguely feel you putting me into the bed, slipping my dress off and my hose.
Then a soft kiss with a whispered goodnight

"Goodnight, thank you"

Curling up on my side already fast asleep, my last thought. Don't throw up

In the morning the I open my eyes, the sun is peaking through some clouds. I'm in bed just in my bra and panty.

I look around for the professor, finally see him on the couch

I get up to use the restroom. Afterwards grab a robe and slip it on

I sit waiting for him to wake up, still amazed at the transformation in his face and demeanor

 

[cgraven]

"Goodnight, thank you"

Curling up on my side already fast asleep. The stunning young beauty seemed to be haunted by her dreams. Morrigan’s sleep was restless, was that a whimper.

Carl enfolded the tormented young beauty in his arms he held her tight to his body as she whimpered and thrashed in her wild nightmare. He was afraid to wake her less she, become more frightened, so he held her, bathed her face with kisses and whispered she was safe, safe in his arms. Her struggling supple young body caressed and pressed to him. Her hips ground against his and he could feel his own arousal pressing to Morrigan’s belly. His hands brushed her silken mane from her angelic face and he held her tighter as her nightmare seemed to peek and she fell panting into his arms. At last, Morrigan stilled as her head came to rest on Carl’s chest.

 

[Becaa57]

I have no idea that he'd held me last night, just know I had dreams, but not as bad as I often do

When his eyes open
"Hi!!!"
"thank you for last night, I'm guessing you put me to bed?"
"I appreciate it"

"I'm getting hungry, can we get room service? or do we have to go down to the restaurant"
"If so, what should I wear?"

 

[cgraven]

I have no idea that he'd held me last night, just know I had dreams, but not as bad as I often do. When his eyes open

"Hi!!!"

"thank you for last night, I'm guessing you put me to bed?"

“My pleasure Morrigan” Karl gave her a shy little smile as her remembered how lovely she looked in only her bra and panties.

"I appreciate it"

Looking around for her clothes she found them and quickly made to grab them from the chair.

Carl just smiled as Morrigan made a hasty retreat into the bathroom. He heard the shower pounding down at full force and he idly wondered how long this flight would last. There was something about the enticing young beauty that peeked his interest. She had definitely responded to his kiss before dinner last night and again during her nightmare and she had warped her arms around him as she slept. She appeared to be two very different people. One a shy vivacious young coed, the other a sultry young beauty very much aware of her effects on men. He had seen it at dinner as her guard eased due to the wine and then again on the dance floor. She seemed to respond to strength, he had noticed when she danced with their host and again when she had danced with him. A thought crossed his mind could she be a submissive? Carl was well familiar with submissive from his youth in Europe and he wondered if this sunning young American coed had the inner strength that was the hallmark of a true submissive. Oh, he had seen those in America who played the game of dominance and submission but few her truly were. Yet it was a life he had not led sense coming to MacGyver, one he dearly missed.

Carl knocked on the bathroom door as he turned the handle and found Morrigan in her haste had forgotten to lock it. He decided to put that thought to the test.

“ Morrigan I need to shave so make yourself decent I am coming in.”

He knew she was still in the shower and he gave her no time to get out. As he stood at the sink her avenue of escape was cut off. Carl leisurely lathered his face and began to shave.

“Morrigan there is no need for apologies….”

He Paused as his old fashioned straight razor scrapped his cheek.

“….On the contrary you where most delightful my dear and quite charming as well.”

Again, a pause as the razor scraped along his throat.

“…………………………………thank you for a most memorable evening.”

Carl was dressed only in his boxer shorts as she poked her head out of the shower. If only she was a submissive what a delightful summer it might turn out to be.

“What should I wear?"

“I think a blouse skirt and your school blazer as we will have research to do in the Castel Library.”

Umm breakfast room service given your current state of dress Miss Jenkins.”

His lips bowed into a teasing smile.

 

[Becaa57]

I'm in the middle of showering when I hear a knock on the door
then it opens as the professor says
“ Morrigan I need to shave so make yourself decent I am coming in.”

Before I can respond, he's walking in, with barely a glance at me
I can see his shape through to bath shower, maybe he thinks that sufficient for our modesty. It sure isn't for me, but at least it's not a clear glass

"I'm sorry if I had known you needed to shave, I would have waited professor"

keeping my back to him as much as possible, but I do have to rinse my hair or it will frizz up

I peek around the curtain at him. He's standing there shaving as if this was the most natural thing for us to do.
him shaving while I'm showering!!!

“What should I wear?"

“I think a blouse skirt and your school blazer as we will have research to do in the Castel Library.”

"Ok, I packed several of those"

Umm breakfast room service given your current state of dress Miss Jenkins.”

"That will work for me professor, bacon and eggs, sunny side up please"

I'm finished, but there is no way to get my towel without exposing myself. So I wait and hope I don't run out of hot water.

"If you could finish professor, I'm about ready to get out"

 

[cgraven]

Umm breakfast room service given your current state of dress Miss Jenkins.”

"That will work for me professor, bacon and eggs, sunny side up please"

"If you could finish professor, I'm about ready to get out."

“Go ahead Morrigan you can get out now, I promise I won’t bite………..The water here is very cold.”

"Yes please Doctor. I'm starving."



Her soft smile and her natural smoldering eyes pleased him as she stood there on the verge of something new, something she had not expected, that this man her professor wanted her as a lover. As Morrigan stepped from the shower Carl’s lips teasingly brushed Morrigan’s in a fleeting tempting kiss.



"Yes please Doctor. I'm starving."



Her soft smile and smoldering eyes pleased him as she stood there on the verge of something new, something she had not expected, that this man her professor wanted her as a lover. Carl’s lips teasingly brushed Morrigan’s in a fleeting tempting kiss.



“I am famished as well Morrigan, but my hunger is for you.”



Carl left those words to haunt the young beauty as he took her arm in his and lead her down to breakfast. When they entered the dinning room, Count Tepes, their host came to her and kissed both of Morrigan’s cheeks, his body just brushing hers.



Thank you for a most enjoyable evening Miss Jenkins.”



He a moment longer than was necessary, his body close to hers. It seemed that Dr. Kolkac was not the only man that desired her company. Morrigan Smythsson was discovering that European men where not the same as those she had known in the States.



The conversation at breakfast dealt with the legends of the Carpathian Mountains and Transylvania. Count Tepes seemed to reveled in the history of his infamous ancestor. Breakfast was a light affair featuring fresh fruits and breads dipped in wine. Dr. Kolkac conversed with their host in Romanian, and then he would translate for Morrigan. He would from time to time ask her opinion on some point or another and then listen attentively to her answer. He treated the young coed more as an intellectual equal rather then an underling intern, a glorified secretary.



The day settled into a routine research in Castle Bran library. It soon became evident that as famous as the area was for vampires, that the legends of werecreatures abounded as well. Not only werewolves, but werecats, and werebears as well. They centered on regions that had been least touched by the modern world, those areas deep within the vast loneliness of the mountains and along the routes taken by the , gypsy, caravans.



It was during an afternoon coffee break when Dr. Kolkac was deeply involved in an obscure text that Count Tepes found Morrigan taking her coffee on a terrace..



“Miss Jenkins, Morrigan I have found a room for you if sharing one with Dr. Kolkac is uncomfortable for you. I understand that b do not look on the sharing of rooms between young women and older men as acceptable. Unless….”



The Count let his voice trail off even as his eyes roamed over Morrigan’s stunning young body. Tepes was not so much worried with American sensibilities as he was in finding out what the relationship between the young beauty and the professor was. This ravishing young beauty could prove to be an interesting diversion and one well worth the plunking.







Carl had been mildly distracted all day. Morrigan was undoubtedly a ravishing young beauty, but she had not seemed to have had a boyfriend at McGyver, never mind a lover. In fact the young freshman seemed to have no ties to anyone in the states. He wondered idly just how experienced she .

d a boyfriend at McGyver, never mind a lover. In fact, the young freshman seemed to have no ties to anyone in the states. He wondered idly just how experienced she was.