“About last night,…” I began.
“There really isn’t much to say,” Cindy interrupted. “I just think it would be best if we stopped seeing her.”
“Should I talk to her?” I asked.
“No, I’m afraid of what you’ll say. I’ll talk to her. In fact, I’m calling the little slut right now,” Cindy said, dialing her phone.
“Liz? Cindy. Do you have any classes with Paul next semester? No? Well maybe that’s good. We’ve just had a little discussion, and we believe this thing of ours has gotten out of hand. It was probably a bad idea for us to get involved with one of our students, and we don’t want anyone to get hurt. We think it would be best for everyone if you didn’t come over here any more.”
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Liz didn’t return to the university after Winter Break. I learned from the Registrar’s Office that she had her transcripts sent to several other schools, and had withdrawn from ours. It was only after she was gone that I understood how much she really had begun to mean to me. Cindy had been right — I had been allowing myself to have feelings for her that went way beyond what I normally experienced with the women Cindy brought home.
Soon, my wife found another young woman for us to play with. This one, a tall, buxom blonde, different in every way from Liz, was primarily interested in my wife. I had the distinct impression that she only had sex with me because Cindy seemed to expect it.
True to her old pattern, Cindy eventually tired of this girl, broke off the relationship, and found another. My wife was always careful, especially with the ones who seemed to really like sex with me, to make sure these girls didn’t spend too much time at our house when she wasn’t home.
When it was time for my summer work at the dig in Arizona that year, Cindy insisted we hold our final planning meetings at our house. She made a point of getting to know all the female students. To them, I’m sure it seemed as though she was simply being their professor’s supportive wife, who took an interest in my work. To me, it was obvious she was checking out the competition.
Nothing happened between me and any of my students again. Cindy gave me a satellite phone as a “going-away present” the year after Liz came into our lives, and called me on it every night while I was on the dig. My students all came to expect the odd sound of my phone going off at random times during the afternoon and evening. Several of them remarked how sweet it was that Cindy kept in contact with me, but I knew she was keeping tabs.
Cindy and I took our usual vacations, and traveled occasionally for educational purposes. On a few of those trips, we picked up girls for one-night stands. Cindy always was the one to first approach these women, and I certainly never could find fault with her taste. I did notice, however, that none of the brunettes had long hair.
This morning, we flew to a two-day conference. Tomorrow is the first official day of meetings and presentations, and the next day I will be delivering a paper on my findings at the Arizona site I have been working at for a number of years.