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****************** Read Me First ***********************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only.  If you are not at 
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It 
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so.  The characters and places in my 
stories are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone or
anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post of
this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and non-
commercial. Mrs.James Wentworth Preston (a Pen Name) Copyright 2001
************************ Thank You **********************************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston  chapter 51 - Emily's Ready

************************* Story Prolog ********************************
My name is Justine.  My stories are about my family and the wild, sexy 
things they do, that they tell me they do.  I just write it down.  
Sometimes it's stuff I know about, sometimes I just have to believe 
them.  Their tales are so often so weird, but they tell me that 
they're true!

We live in small-town USA. My husband James, my Son Junior, he goes to 
College, and my Daughter Maryann, who's so beautiful that James and I 
let her get away with most anything.  In this chapter you'll read 
about Patty, Dr. Bob Wentworth's wife.  Bob is James cousin and 
Junior's advisor at college.  Emily is Junior's new virgin lover; she 
stays in a dormitory.  Dean Collins is head of the Chemistry 
Department and Vice President for the College of Natural Science.  
Peter is James' gay tailor and Billy Joe is Maryann's lover who works 
at Preston Industries with James.

This story begins on late Tuesday morning as Patty helps Emily find a 
gown for the reception.  Then Emily and Junior go car shopping and 
afterward go get a malt.  Junior gets called to the Dean's office and 
learns some remarkable things.  In the evening, James and Junior get 
fitted for new suits and they buy new wireless telephones. 

I hope you enjoy the story.  If you missed any previous chapters, 
you'll find them in the archive at ASSTR.  If you have difficulty in 
finding them, send me a note and I'll send you some simple search 
instructions that Junior wrote, just to help you find them.  It is 
confusing; all those options!
**************** Thanks for reading my stories *******************
*************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston *********************

Mrs James Wentworth Preston

Chapter 51

Emily's Ready


Patty drove Emily to the group of shops she been to with Junior 
several weeks before.  They parked the red VM Beetle convertible and 
walked to the exclusive dress shop.

"Hello, Doctor Wentworth.  How nice to see you again," the bitch woman 
in charge of the shop asked sweetly.  Patty's threats against her and 
Kate's intervention had made Mrs. Smithson very wary of Patty.

"Hello Mrs. Smithson.  This is Miss Emily, a dear friend of mine.  She 
needs a gown.  Dean Stevens and I are going to introduce her to the 
University President Thursday at an important reception.  She needs to 
look elegant and professional.  She cannot help looking sexy and 
that's okay.  But she must not look whorish or slutty.  Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Wentworth.  Let me show you and the young lady a few 
items."

They looked at several gowns and finally one that was off the shoulder 
but came with a cute matching jacket caught Emily's eye.  Patty agreed 
and they looked at the various colors that were available.   Two stood 
out, a shimmering deep sea blue and an elegant sparkling rust.  They 
retired to the dressing room and Emily tried them on.  Emily like the 
blue better.  Patty approved and Mrs. Smithson said she'd have the 
bust and jacket loosened a bit for Emily's bosom and the hem taken up 
an inch by the next morning.   She'd have the dress delivered then and 
send the bill to Dr. Wentworth at the University.

"Very good Mrs. Smithson.  Come Emily!" Patty directed and they left 
the dress shop.  

"God!  That was weird!" Emily said.  "Why did you treat her that way?"

Patty explained what had happened the first time she was there with 
Junior.  "She's a bitch!  Beware of those kind of women.  One opening, 
one bit of friendship, one iota of humanness, she'll scheme to fuck 
you over.  That's what I mean by a bitch!  I'm still furious with her, 
but it's the best dress shop in town.  Talk to Kate about it.  She can 
explain it better than me; I get too angry!"

At Emily's dorm, Patty and she quickly kissed good bye.  "I'll see you 
tomorrow morning," Patty said.  "How about 8:30 again?  Good.  
Remember that Junior may not know about his parents coming to the 
reception.  Don't tell him.  Just wait and see if he tells you.  Then 
you can be happily pleased. See you later and don't forget your 
swimsuit,"  Patty waved as she drove off.


**************************8

Before Emily could get away from the parking lot, Junior drove up.  He 
tooted his horn and Emily happily trotted over to her lover's car.  
Hopping in she mashed her big tits up against his chest and kissed him 
hotly.  The kiss went on and on until someone blew their horn at them 
for kissing in the middle of the traffic lane, blocking it.  Laughing 
they broke apart and Junior moved the car to the side so others could 
pass.

Junior sat back and looked at Emily with love.  "So you're in a happy 
mood!  What have you been doing that's got you so pumped up?"

"I was with Patty all morning and we met Kate, Dean Stevens, for 
breakfast. After that we went an bought tons of furniture for Patty's 
bedrooms and then we went and bought a gown for me to wear to the 
reception.  It's been really, really kewl!"

"A gown?  A dress up gown?" Junior asked, amazed.

"Yes.  Patty made me.  She said if I'm going to meet the University 
President and the Deans, Watson and Collins, I'd better dress like all 
the other women.  The wives will be there too!  You better wear a 
suit; no blazer and slacks.  Okay?"

"All right!  Will do.  Tell me, how did you like Dean Stevens?" Junior 
asked.

"She's really something.  I guess that she's pretty important, 
especially to me as a Biology major.  They're going to offer me an 
invitation to join the Honor's College.  The President recommended me!  
I've got to have a short thank you speech.  It's going to be scary, 
but I'll do it!  I want to make a good impression.  Patty says that if 
I dress well, speak well, and have something sensible to say to each 
person there, I'll make a good impression that can really help me 
through the next few years."

"Boy, you can say that again.  What a great opportunity.  I'm so happy 
for you!  You really deserve it too."

Another driver honked at them; sitting at the edge of the drive in the 
little parking lot was a hassle, especially at noon when there was a 
lot of traffic.  Junior put his car in gear and got it moving.  Emily 
buckled in, next to Junior of course, and stroked his thigh next her 
bare leg below her shorts.  Emily told him about buying furniture with 
Patty, the painters, and the 'window treatment' lady."

"What's a window treatment?" Emily asked.

"That is anything to cover a window.  Blinds, shades, curtains, and 
drapes.  I guess she's using all the guests visiting to get the 
bedrooms fixed up."

"I never met a Lesbian before," Emily said quietly at a red light.  
"Dean Stevens was really nice and very supportive.  She gave me her 
card with her home telephone number on the back; told me to call her 
anytime about anything I wanted to talk about.  She's going to get me 
together with some Honor's College students and get me a tour of their 
dorm next week while you're away.  It's supposed to be real neat!  
Private rooms with bathrooms and showers in every room!  Liz says that 
I *have* to do it 'cause she's never known anyone who's lived there 
and she wants to visit.  I guess you have to be invited to go there.  
She says she'll never speak to me again if I don't accept the 
invitation.  Patty says that a recommendation of the President is more 
like a decree!"

"Yes, that's pretty much it!" Junior agreed.  "I'd say you've got a 
powerful force on your side.  We'll have to think up questions for you 
to ask him and each one of the Deans.  Oh, by the way, in case you 
hear it, Dean Stevens is the Dean of the Biology Department and a Vice 
President of the University for the College of Life Sciences.  For 
conveniences sake, they just use the title Dean.  Dean Collins is the 
actual Dean of Chemistry and the VP for the College of Natural 
Sciences.  Get what I mean?"

"You mean they have two jobs?" Emily asked.

"Yes, but not really.  The VP job is more administrative and formal; 
the Dean job is the real academic power.  The Provost is the head 
Academic and is in charge of all instruction in the University, 
responsible to the President and the Board of Trustees for the quality 
of education at the University.  As a VP, Dean Stevens represents all 
the College of Life Sciences departments to the President, things like 
grades, faculty excellence, Endowed Chairs, enrollment, budgets, and 
special programs, like the Honor's College classes.  Now Dean Watson 
of the Honor's College, isn't a VP, but she reports directly to the 
President like a VP and works with the Provost to help coordinate all 
the Honor's classes in the various Colleges.  I haven't met her yet, 
but I hear that she's a brilliant young writer and poet, very smart 
and very beautiful.  The Provost and the President selected her with 
the advise and counsel of the College VPs.  When she got appointed 
last fall, and her photograph was published, the gossip was that she 
put out to the President and Provost to get the job.  However, I 
learned from Doc. Wentworth that she's a solid choice and runs a 
fantastic program in the Honors College."

Junior pulled up at the first dealership, a GM, Chevrolet, and Buick 
dealer.  They looked around and checked out the new Corvette and 
Camaro.  Junior told Emily that he'd love a Corvette someday, but not 
now.  He needed something more practical.  Emily, having checked the 
latest New Car reports in the Consumer's Reports magazine, wasn't 
interested in any GM products.

The drove to the Chrysler-Jeep dealership and Junior got excited about 
the Wagoneer.  They got a test drive and he love it.  They got a price 
list, a colors brochure, and an options list.  Junior talked to the 
sales manager and he said he could get one with a bench seat.  It was 
a special option, but he knew a dealer in another state that had a 
bunch for a special order that fell through.  It was for a state 
forestry unit that had their funding cut.  There would be no 
additional cost, but they were all forest green and it would take a 
few days to get one in.  Junior got his card and thanked him.

Finally they got to the Cadillac-Volkswagen dealer and Emily, just 
like Maryann, went crazy over the VW Beetle.

"Isn't it the cutest thing?" she asked Junior.  "Yes," he replied.

"Isn't the yellow color just adorable?"   "Yes," again.

"Look at the nifty trunk and the seat folds down!"   "Yes, nifty!"

"Wow!  All this headroom!" she exclaimed.  "Yeah," Junior said as he 
banged his head trying to get in the passenger seat.

"Oh look.  A sunroof!" Emily gushed.  "Neat-O!" Junior agreed.

Junior had to push through three salesmen to get to Emily.

"Did you get a price list, an option list, and a color chart?" he 
asked Emily.

Suddenly the three guys dashed off to get what the 'gentleman' had 
suggested.  The first one back, actually the nicest guy, got a wide 
smile from Emily, a polite thank you, and she accepted his card.

"My name is Emily and I'll have my guardian call you from New York for 
specifics on exactly what I want, payment, and arrangements for 
delivery.  Thank you!" she said sweetly.

The salesman almost bowed, but happily shook hands with her.

"Well, that was fun!" Junior said as they drove back toward campus.  
"Do you want to stop and get something to eat?"

"Yes!  Is there a malt shop around?"

"A what?" Junior asked.  "Did you say a malt shop?"

Emily laughed and told Junior about how she and Liz had picked out 
what she'd worn on 'The Date' from all the skirt/blazer outfits she 
had gotten from Dr. Susan 'for class and going to the malt shoppe 
afterward'.  Junior thought that it was funny too.  Near downtown by 
the river, he pulled into a parking spot and stopped.

"Come on, let's go get a malt honey!" Junior asked Emily.

They walked hand-and-hand toward the river and then along the  grassy 
strip park by the side of the river.  They'd put a lot of stone there 
on the river bank and laid a brick sidewalk with benches along it.  
Near the road bridge over the river, there was a corner ice cream 
stand.  Surprise, surprise!  The had malts on the menu!

"What flavor malt would you like?" Junior asked.

Emily giggled and said she didn't know.  She'd never had a malt!

"What flavors do they have?" she asked.

Junior inquired and told Emily, "Chocolate and Vanilla."

"Lets get one of each.  We'll share and figure out which we like 
best!"

Junior told the lady and then asked, "Do you want something to eat?  
They've got burgers, hot dogs, fries, and chips, pretzels, and corn 
chips."

"No, nothing like that.  Do they have any fresh fruit?"

"No, only candy bars.  Let's get one!  What's your favorite?" Junior 
asked.

"I don't know.  I haven't had a candy bar in years.  All I remember 
are Butterfingers."

"That'll work!"  Junior got the malts and a Butterfinger bar.  They 
carried their goodies back down the brick path to an empty bench.  
Sitting together looking out over the slowly moving river, they sipped 
their malts.

"Mmmmmmmm!  This is good!" Emily said of her vanilla malt.  "I bet Dr. 
Susan like these the best!"

"I don't know, the chocolate is pretty good too!" Junior replied.

They traded and took sips of the other flavor.  The each liked both, 
but the vanilla seemed to be sweeter, less heavy a flavor than the 
chocolate.  Junior opened the Butterfinger Bar, broke it, and offered 
Emily a piece.

"Wow!  What a flavor.  This really takes me back!" Emily sighed in 
pleasure.  "I think I must have been nine or ten when I last had one.  
At Halloween, one of the rich girl's mother's had all of us in her 
daughter's room, 5 of us, come to their house in the city in a limo in 
costume so she could take us around her neighborhood to trick or 
treat.  We only did it for an hour; I was in a black witch's costume.  
I think her Mom must have told her friends that we were coming because 
we got handfuls of stuff from every house.  All that candy!  I 
couldn't believe it!  Afterward we partied at her house and the matron 
from the school made us dump out all our candy and pick ten pieces to 
take back to school.  Only ten pieces!  I cried and cried.  All the 
girls cried.  The girls mother, she was sort of pissed I guess, told 
us in whispers that she'd sneak it back to us in a care package to her 
daughter.  We never did see any of it.  Except the ten pieces we'd 
bring back."

"Yeah, I know.  My Mom was murder on Halloween candy!" Junior 
empathized.

"Of course, we'd been eating while we went from house to house.  I 
knew what I liked.  Those damn Butterfingers!  I'd traded with the 
other girls too!  I must have had three dozen Butterfingers in my 
sack; of course they were the small ones, but still. . . . "

"That must have been a bitch."

"But I did have my ten Butterfingers to take back to school.  The ride 
back was a sleepy trip.  When we got to the school, the matron had the 
limo stop just outside the gates.  There the bitch confiscated all our 
candy!  My ten Butterfingers!  She said we could have one a week, 
starting the following week, *if* we were good.  Naturally we all 
started crying and carrying on.  The girl whose Mom had taken us to 
the trick or treating wouldn't give up her candy.  She yelled, 
screamed, and kicked.  She wouldn't give up her ten treats.  Yes, I 
remember now, her name was Amanda.  Afterward we called her Candy 
Mandy!  Finally the bitch matron got her sack away from her and let 
the limo drive in to the school grounds."

"We all jumped out and ran crying to our room!  After that, I hated 
Halloween.  I don't think I've had a candy bar since.  I never claimed 
my Butterfingers.  Amanda was so furious she complained to her Mother 
daily and wrote her Father long letters each day.  I think that 
several of the other girls wrote their folks about the unjust matron.  
The upshot was that the Matron vanished in the spring, never to be 
spoken of or heard from again.  Candy Mandy danced around the room, 
saying that she'd get her Mother to send us our candy.  But school 
ended the following week and I never saw Candy Mandy again."

"Well, I'll never take your candy away from you!" Junior promised.

"Really?" Emily questioned as her hand found his cock and squeezed it 
nicely.  "What about this sugar stick?  Will you always share it with 
me?"

"At least once a day, *if* you're good!  More if you're *bad*!  Even 
more if you're *very* bad!"  Junior replied with a chuckle.

"You're a nasty boy, Mr. James Wentworth Preston Jr.!" Emily giggled 
as she began to jack his cock through his pants.  "You might change 
your tune!  Mother's Blessing might be your undoing!  Patty said that 
you're a great lover and a super fuck!  The more I think about it the 
more I'm ready to make you my man in every sense of the word.  *Every* 
sense of the word.  Mother's Blessing may turn out to be Junior's 
Undoing!"

A couple of senior citizens came down the path and halted Emily's cock 
jerking and sexy threats.

"Good Afternoon," they said.

"Good Afternoon," Junior replied.  "A great day for a malt!" he 
quipped, hoisting his cup of drink.

"Louise!  Let's get a malt!  We haven't done that in years!" the old 
gent asked his wife.

"Get the vanilla!" Emily called after them. "It goes good with a 
Butterfinger!"

"Junior?  Let me have another bite of that Butterfinger, please."

"Sorry.  I ate it."

"WHAT?" Emily exclaimed, loud enough to make the old couple stop and 
look back from down the path near the ice cream stand.

"You ate all of it?" she asked incredulously.

"Other than that piece I gave you.  I thought that the unpleasantness 
of your story would be multiplied if you'd seen any more of the evil-
bringing candy bar.  So I ate it quickly and pushed the wrapper into 
my pocket so it could not be seen.  I didn't want it to upset you any 
more.  Your tale of woe and mistreatment was heart wrenching and I 
couldn't bare another word of it.  So you see, I was just trying to 
prevent a more sorrowful memory in you.  Trying to 'ease your pain,' 
so to speak."

Emily sat back and a big smile grew on her face.  "This is truly 
amazing!  You ate the whole candy bar and you say you're just trying 
to protect me?"

"Well, as I said, I thought that you had suffered enough and I wanted 
to avoid any additional suffering."

Emily looked him in the eye and started laughing out loud!  "Ha, ha, 
ha!  You really are a glib one.  Just like Patty said!  You pigged out 
and ate the whole Butterfinger, only offering me a measly piece!  Yes!  
You did!  Don't look so innocent!  It's true!  Isn't it!  Ha, ha, ha!  
And what a sweet speech you dreamed up to cover it.  'Trying to ease 
my pain!' huh?  'Prevent my suffering!' huh?  You're pretty good!  I 
guess that's one of the many things I love about you."

Emily kissed him warmly.  I love you Mr. James Wentworth Preston Jr. 
and no silly fairy tale is going to dissuade me.  But you should take 
this as a warning that I'm on to you.  Glib or not, you're one hell of 
a guy.  Liz says that a guy with a coat and tie that enjoys eating 
pussy is the dream catch of every girl in the dorm.  She says you 
could have the pick of the girls on the floor.  Maybe now, after 
showing off like you did before 'the Date', the pick of the dorm.  
After word gets around, maybe the pick of the campus!"

"Good!  I pick you!"

"Yes you do!  You'd better!  Liz says she'll scalp you if you mess 
around with me.  And I know how good she is with a razor." Emily 
patted her crotch through her shorts.  "Speaking of which, what do you 
say we go find a handy sail locker or something else suitable?"

"I can't!  I've got classes to go to.  So do you!  Now that you're 
going to be honored and feted, don't you think you at least ought to 
show up for class?"

"Junior, come on!  We only need a few minutes!" Emily pouted.

"Didn't you say that all your Professors are going to be at that 
reception for you and Dr. John?  I think it wise that you attend your 
classes or there might be a crack or two about your attendance.  Deans 
Stevens and Watson  might not be in the know now, but you'll surely 
embarrass Doc. Wentworth and Patty if your head gets too fat just when 
they've set this all up for your benefit!  They love you, just as much 
as I love you.  Can't you control your hormones just a little while 
longer?  Please.  I beg you.  Don't do this!"

Emily looked deeply into his eyes, and he into hers, and he saw her 
resolve break.  Large tears welled up in her eyes and began to roll 
down her cheeks.

Junior took her into his arms and began to kiss away the tears.  "Oh 
darling, it's okay.  Don't worry, I know it's hard to be tough and in 
love.  Lord knows I've been there myself.  Discipline!  Discipline!  
I'd get so sick of it.  My Mom, my Father, telling me again and again.  
'Junior.  Control yourself!'  'Junior!  Restrain yourself!'  'Junior!  
Don't!'  'Junior!  Mind your studies!'  Yes, I've heard it all!  Again 
and again.  Ad infinitum!  I know what you feel.  Let it all go.  You 
are my love!  My Emily!  I cannot be a part of your self undoing!  I 
cannot permit it.  You can do it!  You've waited all these years for 
love and success.  Now we're on the bring of consummating our love and 
you're receiving the high honors that you justly deserve.  Let's not 
blow it now.  Okay?"

"Okay," Emily croaked, her sobs abating.  She opened her eyes and saw 
through her blurred vision the elderly couple walking back down the 
path sharing a malt.  Not wanting them to see her weeping, she 
embraced Junior hotly and kissed him with her sexiest deep tongue 
kiss.  She caught a fire of love in that kiss and fell into it 
completely.  She totally missed the couple stopping and smiling, then 
moving on arm in arm, giggling about young love.

When they finally parted lips, Junior sat back and said, "Thanks.  I 
know it's hard, but it's the right thing to do!"

Emily nodded in submission and Junior pulled her to his feet.  They 
put their arms around each other and kissed again.  Junior remembered 
to pick up the empty malt cups and tossed them into a nearby trash 
can.  Again, arm in arm, the returned to the car.  One more hot kiss 
and Junior started the car.  He drove slowly and took Emily to her 
dorm.  They kissed good bye again and Emily dashed up the sidewalk 
into the dorm, hopefully to get her books and go to class.

Junior drove to the Chem building, parked, and went to his office.  On 
the door was a note from Julie, asking Junior to call her as soon as 
he gets in.  Junior took the stairs two at a time and got to 
department's secretary's office quickly.  Caught again, she was 
searching through a bottom file drawer bent over at the waist.  Her 
short-shorts were drawn tight up on her ass, her butt displayed nicely 
with thin lines depicting her skimpy bikini panties under her shorts.  
Her crop top hung loosely as she bent over, showing her braless 
breasts swinging sweetly inside her top.

'And Emily thinks I don't need discipline!' Junior thought, eyeing the 
sight of her hot body.

"Hi gorgeous!" he quipped.  "I'm going to be mighty sorry when you're 
decked out in business garb again.  The Dean's office never looked so 
good."

Julie stood, turned, and smiled widely.  Just then the Dean came out 
of his office.

"Preston!  You're here.  Good!  I want to talk to you!  Come in here 
and tell me about what's going on with this reception!"

Dean Collins went back into his office and Junior moved to follow.  
Julie laughed at him and Junior wagged his finger at her.  Julie stuck 
her tongue out at him, then giggled into her hand.  Junior mouthed, 
"you'll get yours!" and went into the Deans office, pulling the door 
closed behind him.  Dean Collins sat at his desk and waved Junior into 
a nearby chair.

"I don't want this to be formal, James, but I need to sit here and 
take a few notes.  I've been checking up on you and all I've gotten 
are good reports.  You're a prompt lab assistant, you tend your duties 
expertly, helping the GAs and Professors above and beyond your 
required duties.  You've made Dr. Patty Wentworth more than welcome, 
sharing your office and helping her with her preliminary work on her 
summer project.  I heard that you've given informal instruction on 
computers and our in-house data network.  Even Julie thinks you are a 
hard working, efficient helper through-out the department.  She says 
that she's had to call on your expertise several times when our laser 
printer failed.  Other departments have sent me notes about your 
willing assistance when alerted to their problems and needs.  You've 
become a valuable asset to this Department, College, and University.  
Thank you.  I, we! appreciate it.  It's good to know that while I'm 
loafing around at my house with my wife and grandchildren, someone is 
here carrying the load.  I owe you one James."

"Dean, my family and friends call me Junior.  James is reserved in my 
family for my Father.  Please call me Junior."

"Okay, Junior then.  Not to be out-foxed by a sharpie, I checked into 
your grades and academics.  There I found only excellence.  You've 
been on the honor roll every term and will be again this summer 
session if current attainment is maintained."

"Sir, I don't want to be trivial or ungrateful, but my 3 o'clock class 
starts in only ten minutes.  I'd dislike loosing my perfect attendance 
record."

Dean Collins smiled and checked his papers.  "Yes, I see.  Your 
Advanced Computer workshop.  I spoke to your Professor . . . . 
Professor Marks it is, only an hour ago.  Don't worry, I'll give you a 
note.  I'm sure he'll overlook your tardiness.  Doctor Wentworth, 
Robert that is, says that you're the hardest working summer lab 
assistant he's ever had.  He says that you're always around to help.  
When you're not in the lab or class, you're studying in your office, 
always available to help out at the last minute.  He also says that 
you could run a lab better than several of the Graduate students we 
employ for that purpose.  He also says that you are the hardest 
working, studying person in the Department; even more than himself!  
Now that's high praise, coming from Professor Wentworth."

Junior just sat smiling, not knowing what to say or where this was all 
going.

"Doctor Wentworth is your advisor and, as you two found out only this 
past weekend, he's also your Uncle, though twice removed.  I suspected 
him of being perhaps too willing to shine a bright light in your 
direction, so I pressed on.  I've spoken to all but two of your former 
Professors or Instructors since you became a student here last fall.  
The two I couldn't reach are currently out of the country and 
unavailable for E-mail or telephone contact.  What I found from those 
I did speak with, is quite similar to what your current Professors 
say; you work hard, study hard, and are prepared for every class.  
Tell me, what is the subject matter of your computer workshop that 
just began seven minutes ago?"

"Sir, it was about the mother board and how to modify them, especially 
for additional memory."

"Yes, I see that you are prepared.  Another question, if I may.  What 
is the proper lab procedure when a reagent is splashed on a lab 
participant?"

"They must immediately go to the open shower and wash it off," Junior 
replied, again wondering where this was all going.

"Yes, that's exactly correct.  No exceptions.  Do you remember when, a 
few weeks ago, that you helped a young student, one Miss Emily Thomas, 
when she splashed herself in a lab that Professor Wentworth had taken 
over because the GA was ill.  Do you remember that, ah, Junior?"

"Yes, I remember very clearly."

"Doctor Wentworth paints a glowing picture of you in his  report.  
Most of the report is about the failure to follow proper procedures in 
the initial teaching of the necessary safety rules for the lab.  But, 
concerning the incident with Miss Thomas, he says that you were 
instrumental in her overcoming certain, shall we say, awkward feelings 
about her personal value as a student and her embarrassment over her 
accident.  He credits you with the quick salvaging of perhaps one of 
the best young students he's seen in several years.  It that true?  
Did you help her like that?"

"Yes Dean Collins, but it wasn't such a big deal as all that!"

"Yes, I see.  I'll make a note of that.  Now, to continue, my sources 
tell me that you and Miss Thomas have become good friends, perhaps a 
little more than friends.  This is rather unusual, since she's in a 
dorm and you commute.  You do commute, don't you?  Yes, I remember 
signing a waiver for your summer parking privileges so you could be 
permitted a parking slot behind the building."  The Dean looked up 
from his notes and smiled.  "Nice, isn't it?"

Junior smiled and relaxed, "Yes sir, it sure is!"

"I know how it is Junior.  Parking is a big problem here.  You can't 
believe how many waiver requests I have to deal with each term.  
That's one part of being the College Vice President that I hate."

"Sir, why don't you set up a College Work Group to investigate 
possible solutions to the problem.  Get the law enforcement school 
folks to establish necessary fire lanes, the architecture people to 
draw a concise campus map, the sociology department students to 
conduct a University wide opinion poll, and have the computer sciences 
guys run some models.  Perhaps a lot of slots could be opened for a 
lottery, held during registration.  Students could buy chances for, 
say, five bucks and perhaps win an open slot.  The slots could be 
traded or sold, with the lottery and auction profits going to a campus 
charity or something like that.  The possibilities are endless.  If 
you hate it, I'd guess that the other VPs hate it too.  You could be 
their salvation!  I'm sure that President James hears the same angst!  
He would give you the go ahead.  It could be an honors project for 
some of those smarter kids that need only an opportunity to have fun 
and rid yourselves of a big headache."

"Junior, that's an excellent idea.  I want you to put that in writing 
and have it on my desk by the first thing Monday morning.  Okay?"

Junior swallowed hard and said, "Yes Sir."

"Now, about this relationship with Miss Thomas.  Dr. Wentworth, that's 
Patty, she tells me that the relationship is genuine on both parts, 
warm, and without a danger of STDs or sexual misconduct.  She thinks 
that you two are good for each other and feels that it is healthy, 
needing only nurturing to become an important part of  both of your 
lives.  Would you agree with that Junior?"

"Yes Dean Collins, I agree."

"Now, as near as I can tell, you were the one who, during a telephone 
conversation with Miss Thomas, suggested that she invite her guardian 
here to visit because you 'wanted to meet him.  A multiple degree 
holding New York Doctor, Lawyer, and CPA is someone you'd like to 
know, not to mention his Ph.D. economist wife Susan, the owner of over 
a billion dollars worth of New York real estate, as well as major 
holdings across the United States and around the world.'  Is that 
approximately correct?"

"Yes, that's about right."

"So Miss Thomas contacts him and extends the invitation.  You make 
plans that if he comes, Professor Wentworth would hold a small 
informal dinner at his home.  Is that about right?"

"Yes sir, that's what happened."

"This next part is from Professor Wentworth, so I'll share it with you 
to only to keep things straight.  He says that he checked on Miss 
Thomas' guardian so that he'd know what to say to him, as a polite 
dinner host should.  He was doing this only as a favor to Miss Thomas 
and you.  Dr. Wentworth, using only his computer access to our Library 
and making a few searches on the Internet, discovered the 'depth and 
breathed of Miss Thomas' guardian and his wife.'  That's a quote from 
him.  Then he continues, 'I realized that this would be a good 
opportunity to cultivate this wise, educated man and woman.  I wanted 
him to know more about our University, our educational goals, our 
academic excellence, and the nurturing environment we strive to 
provide for our students.'  I suppose that he is planning to feel him 
out concerning their possible participation in the Business Council of 
Advisors he's setting up to parallel to his Faculty Committee for the 
Twenty First Century Curriculum, which I believe your Father has 
agreed to head.  Can you dispute any of this?"

"No Sir, though I had no idea that Dr. Wentworth did that research."

"Okay, now we get to the reception.  Dr. Wentworth, knowing the 
excellence of Miss Thomas' academics, checks around with her other 
Professors and finds that she's achieving honor roll marks.  He had 
learned from you, I believe, that Miss Thomas was a pre-freshman 
student, part of President James' early enrollment for superior 
students; one of the so-called summer super-students.  Thinking that a 
University welcome for Miss Thomas' guardian and his wife would be in 
order, he found a good excuse for a reception in Miss Thomas herself.  
As an honor roll pre-freshman, taking four substantial courses in a 
summer session, which is practically unheard of, Professor Wentworth 
decided to host a small reception for them, inviting Miss Thomas' 
Professors and Deans.  That's how I heard about it.  Are we together 
on this?"

"Yes Sir!  That's my understanding.

"He also invited President James, which is usually only a formality, 
not expecting him to attend, on the pretense of having him meet Miss 
Thomas' guardians.  Surprisingly, Miss Thomas' guardians are friends 
of Dr. James!  Dr. James had Miss Thomas' academic efforts checked out 
and found that they were indeed true.  One of his summer wonder girls 
was a brilliant star!  He immediately telephoned New York and ensured 
that Miss Thomas' guardians would attend the reception.  He took over 
the reception host duties from Dr. Wentworth.  He spoke to the various 
Deans and Professors, turning a small time affair into an important 
event of the University.  There was a slight rift when Dean Stevens 
found out that Miss Thomas was from her old prep school.  It seems 
that Dean Watson is also from that school.  I'm not sure what happened 
next, but President James made a recommendation to invite enrollment 
in the Honor's College to Miss Thomas, a high honor, the first ever 
freshman to be so selected.  She will be so honored at the reception.  
How does this follow what you know?"

"Right on the money, sir."

"Do you have anything to add?"

"No sir, nothing that seems of consequence right now."

"So I have two pieces of news for you.  Nothing earthshaking, but I 
believe that I need to be open with you, as you have been with me.  I 
would have told you earlier, but you've been out automobile shopping 
with Miss Thomas and I couldn't reach you.  Junior, as an aside, why 
don't you get a wireless telephone.  Then you wouldn't have to borrow 
mine when you have critical calls coming in and, when I need you, I 
can contact you."

"Yes sir.  I'll speak to my Father tonight when I get home.  Sir, if I 
may be so bold to ask, how did you know I was out car shopping with 
Miss Thomas?"

"Doctor Patty Wentworth told me Miss Thomas' plans to be auto shopping 
with you.  And don't worry about your Father's permission to get a 
wireless phone.  I already suggested it to him and he said to tell you 
to get one and put on the credit card he's provided you."

"Sir!  You spoke to my Father?"

"Yes!  Dr. Patty Wentworth gave me his numbers.  Let's see, home 
number, office number, Sylvia, his PA's number, and his car wireless 
number.  Even so, it was difficult to reach him.  It seems as though 
he purchased a new automobile for your Mother today and delivered it 
personally.  She doesn't seem to have her own wireless telephone.  
Perhaps you might suggest it to her."

"Am I in some kind of trouble that you had to talk to my Father?"

"Oh no!  Heavens no!  I hate bad news and trouble.  I avoid it at all 
costs.  I just wanted to let your parents know that they should be 
ready for a happy surprise when they attend the reception on 
Thursday."

"They're coming?  How did they get invited?  It's no problem with me, 
but Emily, I mean Miss Thomas, she might be a little upset."

"Not to worry Junior, Dr. Patty Wentworth told Miss Thomas this 
morning.  Oh, I see she didn't share that with you.  Well perhaps she 
was excited and forgot to tell you.  You would have known anyway as 
soon as you got home.  Miss Thomas' guardian called your Father this 
morning and invited him.  Seems as though your Father's recent IPO 
made him a lot of money and there is a woman involved, yes a Kelly 
Taylor.  She and her husband are acquainted with Miss Thomas' 
guardians through a yacht club on Long Island Sound.  Bill Taylor also 
made them a lot of money when he still worked on Wall Street."

"This is fantastic!" Junior honestly remarked.  "How did Dr. John know 
about my Dad?

"Oh, from you!  When a rich man is the guardian of a beautiful 
eighteen year old girl that goes to school in a Midwest Public 
University, and he is the primary partner of a large law firm, it's 
easy for him to hire a detective agency to investigate the two men in 
his ward's life.  Her Professor mentor and her boyfriend.  He said 
that both you and Dr. Wentworth check out 'A-1', that's a quote from 
him.  Oh yes, he called me too.  Sent to me by Dr. James; wanted my 
opinion of you two!  Naturally, I was amazed that our summer session 
was turning out so interesting.  I was happy to get away from all 
those grandchildren too!  They can make so much noise.  And they never 
stop.  Oh, by the way, my wife is very happy too.  She's really 
looking forward to getting out, seeing Doctor James' wife and Dean 
Stevens, buying a new dress, and getting her hair done."

"Where was I?  Yes, I remember.  The background checks gave him the 
information about your Father and his recent IPO.  It seems that he'd 
made a lot of money off of that particular IPO  - - - I all ready told 
you that.  So, I guess that's the story.  Right?"

"Yes sir.  Quite a yarn but I believe you've got it all."

"Quite, Quite!" Dean Collins replied.

"Sir!  You said that there  were two new items.  One was about my 
parents attending the reception.  What was the other?"

"Junior, I'm glad that you asked that question.  That was a final 
little test I planned to see if I could confuse and distract you 
enough to forget the other bit of news.  I got so clever I began to 
repeat myself.  And that part about my wife?  Interesting isn't it.  I 
suppose even at your young age, having a Mother and Sister yourself, 
you understand how happy going to an event that *requires* a new gown 
and a trip to the beauty salon makes a woman.  Oh you look surprised 
that I know about you.  Well, we old gaffers don't get dumb when our 
hair gets gray.  It so happens that my wife is a member of the same 
Sorority as Dean Stevens.  Yes, that one!  Yes, they are lovers too!  
They share lots of information, especially about the Wentworths and 
their young nephew Junior.  I see I've struck a nerve.  The bi-sexual 
community here is quite sizable.  I do not have sexual relations with 
students.  Not since my wife, before I got tenure many, many years 
ago.  It's just not the thing for me to do.  Some academics take 
risks; I don't.  Never!  So you can feel safe with me.  However, I am 
looking forward to meeting your Father *and* your Mother.  I've been 
told that she's quite a beauty.  No doubt where you've gotten your 
good looks.  And I know that you've got a group like ours here.  
That's what Doctor Charlie says.  You know, the sweetpea group?"

Junior immediately understood and smiled.  Then he remembered, "You're 
trying to distract me again.  Now, Dean Collins, tell me the other 
piece of news!"

"Okay Junior.  Okay.  Let me make this a little more formal."

He reached into his pile of papers and pulled out an envelope.  The 
Dean stood and came around the desk to Junior's chair.  Junior stood 
because it seemed like the right thing to do.

"Mr. James Wentworth Preston Jr.  On behalf of the President of the 
University, I, as Vice President for the College of Natural Sciences, 
do present you with this recommendation to join the Honor's College.  
You'll get your official invitation from Dean Sandra Watson, of the 
Honor's College, at the reception on Thursday."

Dean Collins handed Junior the letter with his left hand and shook his 
other hand with his right.  Junior was too stunned to speak.  He 
looked dumbly down at the envelope and their shaking hands.

"Dean, I ah. . . . I don't know what to say!  Thanks!  Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome and you deserve it.  You've earned it.  This whole 
thing is your doing.  If you hadn't asked Miss Thomas to have her 
guardians come visit because you 'wanted to talk to a real brilliant 
outsider like Dr. John', none of this would have happened.  The 
Wentworths told me of your spontaneous brief lecture to a group of 
millionaire adults that they should broaden their thinking, shed their 
paradigms, and think about doing great things.  It's just this sort of 
thinking that makes the world go around.  Our Miss Thomas may be a 
brilliant wonder woman, but you Sir, are the key to our future.  A 
real visionary.  You got me out of my lazy summer and into the office 
to investigate this 'wonder woman' and beneath it all I find you; our 
own home brewed 'wonder man'!  If you hadn't inspired Professor 
Wentworth to do something 'nice' for Miss Thomas' guardians, then 
she'd not gotten her Honor's College bid, nor would you have gotten 
yours now either.  I usually wait until after the summer session 
grades are in to review the possibilities, and then it would have been 
mixed with the spring term students too.  Do you see how just a small 
bit of smart thinking on your part evolved into a great opportunity 
for the University, President James, the Colleges and Departments, the 
Honor's college, and to you and Miss Thomas?"

"I see.  Thank you for explaining."

"I'm telling you all this now so you'll have a chance to prepare a 
brief thank you speech when you receive the formal invitation.  Also, 
you can tell your folks or not.  If you want to surprise them, then 
don't.  If, however, your Mom might get hysterical or pee her pants or 
something, tell them.  The same with Miss Thomas.  No one will tell 
her unless you do.  Understand?"

"Finally, would you like me to announce this at the reception, or 
would you rather Dean Watson do the honors.  It's either one of us or 
Dr. James himself."

"Dean Collins, I'd be honored if you would do the honors."

"Okay.  thanks for the privilege.  I do expect to someday be able to 
tell my grandchildren that I was the one who pushed you into the 
Honor's College! Remember, this reception is mostly for Miss Thomas' 
guardians and her.  You are just a lucky afterthought, which 
fortunately was of my own invention!"

"Thank you again Dean Collins.  I won't let you down!" Junior replied.

Dean Stevens held the door open for Junior and he walked out holding 
his envelope with a big smile 

Julie sat at her desk, looking at a file folder, turned to smile back, 
unsure whether or nor Junior was being disciplined.  Seeing his smile 
was a relief.

"You look happy!  Good news?"

"Ah, yes!  It's a . . . "

"It's a surprise Julie," Dean Collins interjected.  "And we're not 
going to tell, are we Junior!" he added, putting an arm around 
Junior's shoulders in a "united front' sort of way.  "Speaking of 
surprises, I was quite surprised when Julie asked me for an 
recommendation for a new job, after her stint here ends in a few 
weeks.  She says that she's been approached by you to offer her resume 
for two opportunities as executive Director.  Is that accurate? he 
asked Junior.

"Yes Sir.  Both genuine," Junior concurred.  "One with a capital 
funding group for the expansion of herbal healing and the other is the 
Business Council that will support the work of Doc. Wentworth's 
Faculty Committee for the Twenty First Century Curriculum.  Both are 
start up situations where Julie could be sure to have healthy air 
conditioning available!"

"I see.  Which one would you suggest that she strive to achieve?"

"Dean Collins, you are a sharpie yourself.  I don't want to be 
presumptuous, but she *may* want to seek a position here at the 
University.  She's happy here and it's convenient to her and her 
husband.  If you press me, and I think you are, I'd go for the Sunday 
Smiles Group because I'm President and we'll be much more relaxed.  
The Business Council would be more prestigious with it's high profile 
members, like Dr. John and his wife, Dr. Susan., and it would require 
the skill and experience of a New York type executive like Julie used 
to be to handle it all."

"Very good Junior.  Spoken like a good executive," the Dean 
complimented him.  "You know, I think I'll go buy a new suit.  You 
never know when good things might happen and you'd need a smart suit 
to look your best.  I'll go lock up my office.  See you later Junior.  
And thanks for all your help."

The Dean went back into his office.

"Junior," Julie whispered, "what's going on?"

"I can't say, but it's good news.  I've got to go.  The Dean gave me 
an assignment.

The Dean came out again with a sheet of paper.  "Here's your excuse 
for Dr. Marks.  If he has any questions, refer him to me.  You'd 
better get going or you'll miss the end of your lab!"

"Yes.  Thank you sir.  Good bye Dean, Julie!"

With that said, Junior dashed down to his office, got his computer lab 
material, and ran across campus to the Information Systems Center 
where his lab was being held.

There, he joined in the discussions around a frame-less PC connected 
to another PC to check on the various modifications to the mother 
board the students were making.  Professor Marks read Junior's excuse 
and laughed.

"Listen up!" he asked the lab students.  "I've got here the perfect 
example of an excuse for being late for class.  I'll read it to you so 
you can enjoy it with me."

"It's from the Vice President of the College of Natural Sciences, 
that's our College," Dr. Marks explained.  "Dean Collins writes: 'Dear 
Marko;' that's what he calls me, 'Please excuse Junior Preston for 
being late.  He was helping me with important matters of academic and 
administrative importance to the College.  His wisdom and problem 
solving skills were needed and he has responded as usual with wise 
counsel and brilliant solutions.  I shall strive in the future to make 
the crises on my desk appear at less conflicting times.  Thank you for 
your understanding and the continued excellent instruction of our fine 
students.'"  Dr. Marks paused, letting it soak in, and finished, "Now, 
that's an excuse!"

Some of the students said "wow!' or "way to go Junior!'.  Most were 
unsure how to respond.

"So Mr. Problem Solver, are you going to share with us what the 
problems are that so trouble our College Vice President?"

"Dr. Marks, they are trivial and unimportant to the highly focused 
fine students of this lab.  I know that there are far more interesting 
things going on here than what transpired in the Dean's office."

"I see.  Okay Mr. Preston.  Why don't you tell us what is the object 
of this lab, what we should have done, and what results we should have 
expected?"

Junior smiled thankfully and turned his attention to the experiments 
on the mother board that were planned in the class syllabus and lab 
workbook.  He had studied and was actually sorry that he'd missed the 
tests.  He did name the various part swapping and tests he would have 
performed.  He discussed the expected results and finished by 
describing the tests they were currently performing and the results 
they saw on the testing computer.  He wasn't totally complete nor 
perfectly accurate in detail, but he was correct in every teaching 
point.

The students leading this part of the lab picked up where he'd left 
off and continued with the experiment.  After the end of the lab, Dr. 
Marks took Junior aside and told him that he really thought that Dean 
Collins' note was excellent.

"I just might frame this!" he said.  "By the way, congratulations.  
I'm part of the College review team of special programs, ones like the 
Honor's College.  I told him last winter to recommend you.  Just like 
always, we IS folks are way ahead of the curve."  Dr. Marks smiled and 
walked off toward his office.

Junior checked his watch and saw that he had just enough time to get 
back to his office and write a rough draft of his proposal for a 
College Work Group on University Parking, leaving time for him to get 
home for dinner.  He decided as he jogged across campus that he needed 
a new suit for the reception, just as Dean Collins had decided.  *And* 
a wireless telephone!

'I can take a hint,' he thought, smiling at how much he'd found out 
about the Dean.  'His wife's a bi-swinger?  I suppose he is too!  I 
wonder if he knows about me?  Or my Dad?  My Mom?  Damn, he's a smart 
guy!  I bet he knows a lot more than he lets on!'

Junior wrote a draft proposal in his office on his computer and 
printed it on his printer.  He took it to review it at home, along 
with his text books for tomorrow's classes, to his car.  He got it 
started and drove home, his letter of invitation to the Honor's 
College stuck in his advanced calculus book.  'Should I tell Mom and 
Dad?' was the big problem on his mind.


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Emily too had a lot to think about as she walked across campus to her 
dorm after her last class.  She thought about the Butterfinger Cry 
she'd had with Junior and dismissed it as stupid.  Her lover had been 
exactly correct; she had to put academics over her lusty loins.  'But 
I want to fuck!' she thought.  'Then again, I'll meet Aunt Louise and 
Heather tomorrow morning at Patty's house.  If I start on Mother's 
Blessing then, maybe by tomorrow night I can get Junior to. . . . !  
Oh God!  I'm doing it again.  I'd better get back to the dorm and put 
my nose in a book or two.  The next three days are going to be long on 
socializing and short on studying!'

Emily hurried to her room, but got stopped by groups of girls thanking 
her for the flowers and wanting more details of 'The Date'.  'Will 
this ever end?' she thought.  Then she realized that it had been less 
than 24 hours since 'The Date', but it seemed like a lot longer than 
that.  When she finally got to her room, she found her roommate there, 
complaining about her fiancee's insistence on finishing school before 
they got married.  That was all right for her, she was going to 
graduate in June, then get married two weeks later.  But he'd 
miscalculated his graduation requirements and would have to go to 
summer school next year to complete all his class work.  She thought 
he could take the extra course during the school year, but he 
wouldn't, saying that his sports and fraternity activities couldn't be 
crimped in his last, best year of college.  Her roommate was furious!

Emily muttered a word or two in sympathy, grabbed all her books, and 
went to the library.  There she remembered that she wanted to tell her 
guardian about the cute yellow VW Beetle she wanted.  Using her 
calling card, Emily called his New York private home telephone from a 
pay phone in the Library and left him a nice message detailing what 
she wanted.  She knew he was in California, but, as in the past, she 
knew that he always checked his home phone mail by remote when he was 
traveling.  That done, she found a remote study cubicle on the seventh 
floor that was quiet for her studying.  Happy now, she began to read 
ahead to cover her classes for the rest of the week.


*********************************

"Mom, I'm home," Junior called out as he went into his house.

"In here, honey," she replied from the living room.

Junior set his books on the table by the stairs, like he usually did, 
to take up to his room to study after greeting his family.

"Hi, Mom!" he said as he kissed her.  "Hi Dad!  What's going on?  I 
haven't seen you two sitting in the living room in a long time.

Maryann bounded down the stairs from her room where she'd been waiting 
for her Brother to come home.  "Hi Bro!" she said as she kissed him on 
the cheek before she sat in a chair, legs curled under her.

"How was your day, darling?" Justine asked her son.

"Good Mom.  It was a good day.  I went car shopping with Emily and I 
think I found just what I need," Junior went to his books and found 
the brochures he'd gotten from the Jeep Dealer.  Showing the papers to 
his Dad, he continued, "They had a special order go sour in another 
state.  20 dark green Wagoneers are available with bench seats and all 
the rugged equipment ordered by the forest service.  The dealer up 
north will pay for the transportation here to unload his 20 Jeeps in a 
hurry.  I've got the prices here and I think it is a good deal."

"That's nice, honey.  Anything else?" his Mother asked.

"Well, this reception thing is getting pretty wild.  They're going to 
invite Emily into the Honor's College, the first ever freshman.  The 
President himself made the recommendation.  Emily is very excited 
about it all."

"Yes, Son," Junior's Dad said.  "I heard from her guardian Dr. John 
and he's really pleased about it all.  I also spoke to Bob and he 
wants to get Dr. John involved in the Business Council that I'm going 
to head.  Dr. John has a high opinion of me due to the IPO and wants 
to meet me.  Naturally your Mother will not let me suffer this social 
event alone and has all ready bought a new gown for the occasion."

"I talked to Patty," Justine told him, "and she wants us to join you 
all for dinner and spend the night.  Your Aunt Louise called too and I 
let her know that they need to bring some dress-up clothes for that 
dinner."

Maryann looked back and forth following the conversation, a little 
pissed that she wasn't going.  Finally she could hold it no longer.  
"Junior, what's this big surprise?"

"Huh!" Junior played dumb.  "What do you mean surprise?"

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston stood and moved to her Son.  "Honey, you 
are a lousy liar.  Glib yes, liar no.  Your Father and I didn't bring 
you up to lie and you shouldn't pretend that you can."  She took his 
hands and looked him in the eye.  "When your Dean calls your Father to 
pass the time of day and then finally says that we need to be at the 
reception because of a special surprise, then I know he's not talking 
about Emily or her guardians or anything but you.  So *quit* being a 
*shit* and tell me!  I swear, you'll never see my sweet asshole again 
if you don't tell me.  Now!"

"Yes, Mom," Junior replied and smiled.  "I was wondering how long you 
guys would beat around the bush.  I just got this a few hours ago."  
He went to his books and got out the envelope.  "I'm so happy I'm 
bursting!  If you hadn't started quizzing me, I know I couldn't have 
held out this long.  Here!  Read it aloud."  He handed his Mom the 
letter from the Dean.

She opened it and read it to them: 

"Mr. James Wentworth Preston, Jr.

On behalf of the College of Natural Sciences and 
the Department of Chemistry, I, along with Dean 
Wheeler of the Department of Computer Sciences, 
have fully and completely recommended you for 
admission to the Honor's College for this coming fall 
term, 2000.

You have earned this distinct privilege through your 
academic excellence, your exemplary work ethic, and 
your willingness to aid and assist those around you in 
whatever manner you can.

Your unselfish can-do attitude has been an inspiration to 
us all and we feel that your future will be more brilliant 
than any student we've seen in this College in many years.

The official engraved invitation will be presented to you 
at the President's reception this next Thursday.

We look forward to the next few years of working with you
to further elevate the Departments, the College, and the 
University to an ever higher level of excellence.

Congratulations and we'll see you on Thursday to honor you.

Dr. Barry Collins,
Dean, Chemistry Department and
Vice President for the College of Natural Sciences.

Junior's Father leaped up from his seat to shake Junior's hand and 
give him a big bear hug.  His Mom, with a tear in her eye, gave him a 
big kiss.  Maryann, also impressed, joined in the family hug and 
tribute to Junior.

"We've got to celebrate!" Junior's Father exclaimed.  "I'll go get 
some champagne!"

"Dad!  No!  I've got to study!  I'm going to be. . . . Mmmmpppphhh!"

His protest was cut off by his Mother and Sister kissing on him.

"Oh sweetie, don't do this to me!" Justine told her Son.  "I know 
you've got to study, and God knows that I spent a lot of time telling 
you to do just that, but this is an occasion!  I'm so pleased!  So 
proud!  The Honor's College!  Now you just come sit over here at the 
table and tell me all about it.  I want to know *everything*, and I do 
mean everything!"

"Yeah Bro, I mean, what *is* the Honor's College?" Maryann demanded to 
know as she sat on his lap.

James brought out a bottle of champagne and four glasses.  He was so 
pleased, he was strutting like a rooster.  Junior spent the next hour 
and a half talking, explaining, eating dinner, and finally exhausting 
his questioners over coffee and cookies (left over from the weekend).

"So I hear someone got a new car!" he managed to get in.

"Oh you should see it!" Maryann gushed over her Mom's new car.  "And I 
get the old one!" she gleefully exclaimed.  "I love it!"

The women carried on about their cars and Junior listened with a big 
smile as the happy women related all the features and pleasures of 
their new cars.

"Junior, I hate to break this up," his Father said.  "We've got an 
appointment.  I know that you've got to study but this should be 
quick.  We've got an appointment with Peter for a fitting for our new 
suits.  Your Mother all ready picked them out and he's waiting for us 
to make the final adjustments; pants hems and stuff like that.  Go up 
and put on a pair of dress shoes and we'll zip down and do it.  I 
promise to get you back home within an hour, if we mind our business.  
Okay?"

"Sure Dad!" Junior replied and he went to his room, carrying his books 
up with him.

"Mom, do you think Junior's going to move into that funny dormitory, 
the one with the performers in the cafeteria?"

"I don't know.  I know if he does my butt is going to feel mighty 
lonely each morning.  But it is a good opportunity for him.  It is a 
big part of college to move away and live on campus.  He didn't get a 
chance to do that in his first year; it was cheaper for him to 
commute.  But we have more money now and I'd expect that he'd really 
grow if exposed to all those smart people.  I know that we have a 
wonderful family, but when was the last time you read a book or saw a 
string quartet?  Or listened to a poet read their work or heard an 
artist express their feelings about a painting they'd just done.  Your 
father and I, during sober times between my bouts trying to be a slut, 
would go to coffee houses and listen to artists play guitars and sing 
their original songs or street poets read their hip writings.  It was 
a wild, crazy time and I loved it.  It's a great opportunity for your 
Brother and if he chooses it, I cannot be against it.  And you, if you 
can make friends with Emily, could be a welcome visitor whenever you 
wanted to overnight with them in the dormitory.  Perhaps Junior might 
even try his hand at music, writing or poetry himself!" Justine added, 
her eyes with a far-away look.

"Girls, we're going now.  We'll be back soon," James said as he kissed 
his wife and Daughter good bye.  Junior did the same and soon they 
were off to see Peter the tailor.

"Son, I don't want to over-emphasize this, but you've made me very 
proud," James said as he drove his Lexus to downtown.  "I can't begin 
to tell you how much this means to me.  I've prayed at church for your 
efforts to be noticed and recognized by the right people.  Now they 
finally have.  I couldn't be a happier Father.  However, I know that 
new opportunities will open for you and I want you to take them.  
You'll only be nineteen once and you'll only be in the Honor's College 
for a few years.  The exposure to all the *smart students* and their 
many varied skills, ideas, and, yes, their foolishness, is a *great* 
chance to expand your horizons.  Like Dean Collins said, 'your future 
will be more brilliant'. . . . as you . . . 'elevate'. . . . to a 
higher level of excellence'.  Do whatever you want and don't let me or 
your Mother, or your Sister for that matter, dictate your plans or 
actions.  I have tremendous respect for your judgment.  Don't forget 
that nobody's perfect and you are not an exception.  Just recognize an 
error as a learning point, pick yourself up, and move on.  My house is 
open to you, always.  I don't care what kind of mess you're in or how 
much you fuck up, you're my Son and I'll always stand by you.  Okay?"

"Sure Dad.  Thanks!"

"Oh, by the way, we've got to pick up our wireless phones after we fit 
our new suits," James told him.

"Phones?" Junior asked.

"Yes, I've decided to get a new set up of personal wireless phones to 
keep us all linked up.  One for you, one for your Sister, one for your 
Mother, one for me, one for Billy Joe, and one each for Bob and Patty.  
*And* one for Emily.  As a gift from me.  After all, I've got all this 
money and I want to keep in touch with all the important people in my 
life.  Speaking of important people, did you tell Emily about your 
invitation to the Honor's College?"

"No.  I haven't seen her."

"Okay, let's try this!" James said as he pushed two buttons on his car 
phone.  The sound of a speed dial sounded from the speaker and soon a 
telephone rang at the other end.  "I've got her on speed dial."

"Who?" Junior asked.

"Hello?" a strange voice answered the telephone on the other end.

"Emily?" James asked.

"No, I'm sorry.  She's at the library.  Can I take a message?"

"Yes, would you tell her to call Junior at home after eight thirty 
tonight?  It's very important.  Whatever time it is, please ask her to 
call.  Would you tell her that please?"

"Of course.  Does she have your number?"

"Yes.  Thank you for your kindness."

James pushed a button and hung up.

"See, if she had a wireless in her purse, you could be telling her now 
about the Honor's College.  Neat, huh!"

"Yes Dad.  I'm impressed.  Thanks for accepting Emily.  I appreciate 
it!"

"Not a problem.  If you love her, then I do too!"

The got to Peter's tailor shop and went in to get their suits fitted.

"Well, here you are!  Mr. James and Mr. James Jr.!  Good to have you 
back in my shop," Peter embraced each of them and bussed them on the 
cheek.  "I've been waiting for your two.  Mrs. Preston was most 
insistent that I have your suits ready in two days.  I think that you 
Mr. Junior have grown even more since I last saw you!  My, you have 
been keeping fit," Peter gushed as he felt Junior's arm and chest 
muscles.  "Now if you'd just slip this on?" Peter held a suit coat 
open for Junior."

"Hey, this is a weird suit," Junior exclaimed.  "What color is this 
anyway?"

"Junior," his Father pointed out, "you've got no choice in the matter.  
Neither do I.  When you're Mother picks out something for you to wear, 
you'd best do what your told.  I know that from experience.  Maybe 
someone might snicker or make a crack, but it's far better than the 
hell you'll pay if you ignore our main woman's decisions on how we 
dress."

Peter returned from putting the closed sign on the door and pulling 
the shades, "Junior, your Father's advice is very sound.  Your Mama is 
a good woman and minds her own business, but when she says 'Do this!' 
or 'Do that!', you'd better do just what she says," Peter suggested as 
he check the drape and fit of the suit jacket.  "I plead with you to 
be only complimentary about my suit or she'll be in here tomorrow to 
rip me out a new throat!.  Once when your Daddy refused a coat that 
the Missus had ordered, I thought she was going to put me in the 
hospital and burn my shop down."  Peter finished his fitting of the 
jacket and handed Junior the pants as he pulled off the Jacket.  "Slip 
into these and let's check the fit."

Junior was going to find a changing room but he saw his Father shake 
his head 'No', so he loosened his pants where he stood, dropping them 
to the carpet and stepping out of them.

"My, my!" Peter gushed again, "what a handsome cock!"  Peter, a 
confirmed gay man, reached for Junior's limp cock.  "Has it gotten 
bigger?  I may have to up-size your expansion crotch pants."  Peter 
fondled Junior's cock and it soon got stiff.  "Yes, yes!  James, he 
may be getting close to being as big as you!  I guess I'd better see 
how big he really is!"  Peter took Junior's cock in his mouth and 
sucked it softly, teasing it with his talented tongue.

"Aaaahhhhhh, Oooooooohhh!" Junior nearly doubled over in pleasure.  
Men always knew best how to suck a cock and Peter was one of the best 
around.  "God, Peter!  You're so good!"

James looked around, verifying that the little shop was secure and 
private.  He took too loosened his pants and stepped out of them.  He 
sided up to his Son and Peter pulled his mouth off of Junior's cock.

"Lookee here.  Another fine cock!" Peter exclaimed happily as he took 
James' cock in his hand, jacking it to stiffness.  Jacking Junior's 
now hot, hard erection with the other hand, Peter moved his mouth to 
Junior's Dad's cock and sucked him to a firm erection.  "Okay, now 
I've got the finest of the Preston men, probably the best in this part 
of the state, right where I want them, in my hands.  Who's cum most 
recently and who's gonna spray my tonsils firs?!"  Peter sucked them 
both, switching back and forth, pacing himself but knowing that his 
two cocks were pulsing with cum for his clasping throat.  He felt 
Junior's balls throb as he held them gently while he took his cock 
deep into his throat.  He backed off quickly, trying to make this 
thrilling event last as long as possible.

"Peter!  I'm going to fucking cum!" Junior groaned.

Peter resigned himself to finishing him off and quickly took him back 
deep into his throat where he got the first splat of cum as he 
swallowed down on Junior's cock head repeatedly.

"Oh God!" Junior gasped as he pumped his hips back and forth with each 
jet of his cum into Peter's throat.

James, still being jacked by Peter's soft hand, felt his cum stirring 
as he watched his sexy Son shoot his fuck juice into the tailor's hot 
mouth.  When Peter finished with Junior's cum and switched to his 
Father, James was all too ready.

"Quickly now Peter," James told his cocksucking friend, "watching you 
suck Junior has got me right on the edge!"

Peter appreciated the note of urgency in James' statement.  He just 
loved it when his sucking of one man turned on another.  Then when he 
alerts him to his closeness to cumming, that made it even better!

"Oh fuck Peter!  You're the best!" James said as the gay tailor sucked 
him into his mouth and down into his throat, massaging his cock with 
his wicked tongue.  "Uh!  Uh!  Uh! James grunted as Peter slammed his 
throat onto his cock head again.  Peter knew that James loved this way 
of throat fucking, rather than the swallowing down that Junior had 
enjoyed.  It was something about the ferocity of the lewd act that the 
elder Preston man enjoyed.  He knew that the next step would soon 
happen.  When his cum was to happen, James always fucked his throat, 
not unlike a cunt.  But this 'cunt' had a tongue and James always 
spurted harder and longer when he fucked Peter's throat with his 
tantalizing tongue massage.

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" James shouted as he lost control of his hips and 
slapped fucked Peter's throat, spurting his cum forcefully for the 
cocksucker.

As with all men's cums, it was over too soon.  James slumped and 
Junior helped support him.  Peter held his cock in his mouth, as he'd 
done with Junior, and let the post cum dribbles ooze out onto his 
tongue.  Peter milked up and out the last of the cum and backed off, 
smacking his lips.

Panting, with sore lips from the rough mouth fucking, Peter said, 
"James, you have the nicest cum and I love the way you loose control 
when you fuck my throat like that.  I'm afraid I shot my jism too.  
But I was prepared for this eventuality, I wore a rubber!"

Peter stood and unzipped, showing the two men his cum filled condom.  
"I'll just go back and clean up.  I'll be right back.  And thanks you 
too!  That was wonderful!"  Peter disappeared into the back of his 
shop and the two Preston men could hear water running in a sink.

"Wow Dad.  That was hot!  I've never seen you mouth fuck like that!"

"I only do that with Peter and Steve.  It's kind of forceful and I 
know that they can take it.  Steve does me that way too.  He's the one 
that taught me to take it and to love giving it.  Peter is actually a 
little bit better at it than Steve, but both do it well.  The best 
ever was Peter's old cutter, Isaac.  He had all false teeth and would 
remove his teeth and give gum throat fucks.  He was indescribable."

"Who was indescribable?" Peter asked, hearing the last of the 
conversation.

"Isaac.  I was telling Junior about his gum cocksucking."

"Yes, old Isaac.  He was great!  I hated to see him go, but he 
couldn't fight the urge to suck young boys.  Man, those kids loved 
him.  I tried to stop him, but whenever I wasn't around to restrain 
him, he lost control.  Once I found him sucking the fourth of five 
boys lined up in front of him, on his knees with his teeth in a glass 
on the floor of the cutting room.  Then he sucked the wrong boy and he 
just made it out of town before the police chief arrived.  Hell, he 
used to suck the chief too, but the chief never went running to his 
Mother to tell her how good it felt.  He wrote me some months later 
saying he was retired in Maimi beach, still mouth fucking men and the 
occasional boy.  I went to see him one winter, after I'd had a good 
year, and found him dying of AIDS.  He died that next spring.  In his 
last letter he told me that he'd sucked 127 different men in his last 
year, nearly 70 of them more than once.  He tried to figure out how 
many men he'd sucked in all his years, he was over eighty when he 
died, but couldn't.  He estimated around 9,000 blowjobs to over 4,000 
men and boys.  He was good!  The best I've ever had.  And he was a 
good worker, a good friend, and a fine citizen.  He always helped the 
poor, always had a kind word, and never, ever said a bad word about a 
straight or a slit. He never got angry with even those that cussed him 
and called him rude names."

"Yes Peter, he was the best I ever had," James agreed.  "Now, if we're 
ever going to do this again, we'd better finish the fitting.  Mother 
Preston will be pissed if we're tardy!"

Peter laughed and made a crack about them being 'pussy whipped', then 
finished Junior's fitting of his suit pants.  James' suit coat 
followed, no changes  being needed since he'd stopped growing and 
Peter knew his size.  The hem of the pants was marked and the two 
Prestons were leaving.  Peter gave them each a big hug and James 
mentioned that Peter must keep up his medical testing with Doctor 
Steve.

"Not to worry.  I had my quarterly exam last week and I must confess 
that Doctor Steve's fat, black cock tastes better than ever.  Sylvia 
must be feeding him right!" Peter laughed.  "Now, get going.  The 
suits will be ready tomorrow afternoon by three.  Please tell Mrs. 
Preston that and tell her also how much you like her choices in fabric 
and style.  Okay guys?  Do that for me, please?"

"Right!  We understand." Junior told him.  "Thanks for *everything!*"

In James' Lexus, the men buckled up and drove over to a wireless 
telephone store.  The clerk was full of "Yes Sirs" and "No Sirs" and 
everything was ready for them.  Eight new telephones were charged and 
set, with each having a special intercom-like feature (IC) that had 
Junior coded as one, Emily as two, Maryann as three, Billy Joe as 
four, Bob as five, Patty as six, Justine as seven, and James as eight.  
If the user's IC code was pushed, it rang to the Preston home.  It 
could be changed.  Bob and Patty's were coded to their home, but it 
was easy to reconfigure.  They were on a group plan that James had 
bought.  No user would be charged any fee.

Junior picked his up and punched IC 8 and the last unit in the line, 
his Fathers, buzzed.  James picked it up and could spoke to Junior.  
They went down the line and tested each one.  The functioning 
verified, Junior gathered up the papers and instructions for four of 
the small devices while James put small labels on each one, showing 
the seven IC codes for the other users, leaving that unit's IC code 
off.  That way, if several were in a pile, you could look at one and 
determine who's it was by the absence of one IC code and the initials 
of the other seven listed on the label.  For example, Junior's listed 
only seven IC codes, the first one a two with initials MEP, for 
Maryann Ester Preston and the last IC code was eight, with the 
initials for JWP; James.  Justine would be IC code seven, initials JEP 
(middle name Elizabeth).  Patty and Bob Wentworth, IC codes five and 
six, were only labeled as PW and BW.  James hadn't known their middle 
names.  He also made Billy Joe's IC code of four's initials as BJ and 
Emily's code of two with initials ET.

"Dad, these are going to be really great.  What do you want me to do 
with the other four sets of instructions?"

"Just set then with each unit and put a rubber band around them.  
We'll let the girls wrap them in nice boxes to give as gifts."

Finished, James signed for the eight wireless telephones and they 
carried them out to the car.  Driving home, James decided to tell 
Junior some more good news.  "I've got a secret and I hope you can 
keep it.  Emily's Dr. John and Susan aren't leaving on Friday.  
They're going to drive here to see Kelly and Bill.  They're old 
friends from New York.  They're going to stay at the resort in our 
suite.  I don't know if they've told anyone so keep it secret until 
they tell people.  I haven't met them yet, but I think that they'd not 
want their plans reveled.  So don't tell anyone.  I'm telling you 
because you've rented that car, plan to overnight with it at Bob and 
Patty's home, then take them back to the airport on Friday.  Since 
they're not going, you're going to have to change your plans.  Since 
you have to come fetch your Mom and Maryann for the trip to campus to 
meet Emily on Friday, maybe you could drive them to the resort, then 
drive the car home.  You could leave it here or drive it back to the 
rental place, with your Mother following you.  I'm not sure how to 
handle it.  You'll have to talk to Dr. John.  Maybe he might want to 
keep it and return it himself.  Or you could drive him back on Sunday, 
turn it in, then drive back in your old car with Maryann.  There are 
lots of possibilities.  I'm sure that you can think them through and 
handle any situation.  Okay?"

"Yes!  Thanks.  I'll work on it," Junior replied.  Junior then told 
his Dad about the special College Working Group on Parking he'd 
suggested to Dean Collins.  They discussed the concept of the proposal 
and James had a few suggestions on structure and the proper approach 
for a policy suggestion.

"Oh, Dad.  There's something I haven't told you.  I meant to but just 
forgot in all the excitement.  You know that Dr. Steve knows a Dr. 
Charlie who had an office near campus; he's the one that is a member 
of the club, Richard's, that Emily and I went to last night.  Well, to 
get Dr. Charlie's help to check out a potential sex partner, they've 
got a code word, 'Sweetpea'.  Uncle Bob told me about it and has 
gotten me, Emily, and Maryann included in the service.  I didn't ask, 
but I suppose that Bob and Patty are in it too.  I was talking to Dean 
Collins and he let on that he knew about our 'group' here from Dr. 
Charlie.  Then he told me his wife was bi-sexual and had sex often 
with Dean Stevens, a lesbian that lives near Bob.  She's Dean of the 
Biology Department and will be at the reception.  And, there's one 
more thing.  Dean Collins told me that he *never* has sex with 
students, but that he is very interested in you and Mom.  He commented 
that he'd heard that Mom is very attractive."

"Oh, my.  This is interesting.  I think I'd better call Bob."  James 
pushed two buttons on his car wireless telephone and the speaker 
sounded with a phone ringing.

"Hello?" Bob's voice came clearly over the car telephone speaker.

"Hey guy!  It's your happy cousin and nephew.  We're in my car, 
driving home from our fitting of new suits that my wife has insisted 
we get for this fancy reception you've engineered.  I hope I'm not 
interrupting anything."

"No, no.  Not at all.  We had a nice dinner and I'm making notes about 
all the stuff that's going on here over the next few days.  Patty went 
out to shop for some towels and throw rugs for the bedrooms she's just 
had painted.  The furniture is arrived today, some more tomorrow.  
She's managed to spend a ton of money in just a few days and she's 
still not satisfied."

"It sounds like you're happily married," James laughed at Bob.  "I do 
have a serious question.  What can you tell us about sweetpea and Dean 
Collins?  He mentioned it during a private meeting with Junior."

"Really?  My, Dean Collins must have been very sure of himself, 
speaking openly to Junior like that.  Patty and I just joined their 
group here. They use the code word sweetpea, organized by Dr. Charlie 
with the encouragement and assistance of Dr. Steve.  I knew that the 
Dean was part of it.  He's bi-sexual but keeps it to himself mostly.  
We've not had sex and he's made it plain that he doesn't want to 
because of our close working relationship.  From what I've heard, and 
I haven't been snooping, he's fairly active sexually among some older 
members of the University community and some townies that have left 
the University in retirement or sought other employment."

"Yes Uncle Bob," Junior added.  "He told me that I'd be surprised at 
how large the bi-sexual community was around campus, but that he'd 
never have sex with a student.  It was a prohibition that he'd never 
violate."

"Right!  That's our Dr. Barry Collins.  He's a bi-swinger with high 
standards, avoiding students and fellow department members.  Actually, 
he's not bad looking for his age.  He protects his image well; I had 
no idea until recently that he was anything more than a happily 
married straight guy.  I've worked with him for quite a few years; 
let's see, seven or eight years now, and he never showed the slightest 
symptom of being bi-sexual.  He's really good at hiding his personal 
life."

"Okay Bob, thanks for the information," James told him.

"Sure.  It's a pleasure.  It is strange that he'd tell Junior about 
it.  I wonder why?"

"Uncle Bob, we had kind of an heart-to-heart meeting.  He opened to me 
and I opened to him.  He explained a lot of what's been going on 
behind the scenes concerning this reception on Thursday.  He thinks 
highly of me and told me that he had recommended me, along with Dean 
Wheeler's concurrence, for invitation to the Honor's College.  Dean 
Watson will present me with the invitation on Thursday at the 
reception."

"What?  You too!  That's *great*!  I've been telling him to do that 
since last spring!  Oh Junior, this is fantastic news!  Does Emily 
know?"

"No, not yet," Junior replied.  "We called her but she's at the 
library.  She's supposed to call me later when she gets back.  If you 
hear from her, please don't tell her.  You can tell Patty, but don't 
tell anyone else.  Someone needs to be surprised!"

"Junior, I think you need to plan to stay over here tomorrow night.  
If Patty's intuition is correct, your presence will be required to 
help Emily rid herself of a problem she has.  Now it may not work out, 
but you'd better not leave me alone with all those sexy women if one 
of them insists that they want to rid themselves of their childhood, 
if you catch my drift.  Between Patty and Louise, not to mention 
Heather, I don't think I could stop them if they gang up on me.  You'd 
better plan on it if you want to prevent foolish things from 
happening.  Patty is not always correct, but she thinks that this is a 
foregone conclusion to your relationship.  Patty has been talking to 
Louise and she told me that the mountain girls are bring all the 
important herbal spices.  I remember last weekend and how wild it 
got."

"Yeah, I understand.  I'll be there," Junior replied.

"Anything else?" James asked.

There was nothing else to say so they hung up.  James and Junior were 
quiet as they finished their ride home.

At home, James called his wife and daughter down to the dining room 
where Junior had dumped out the eight telephones.

"What's all this James?" Justine asked her husband.

"Yeah Dad?  Oh!  Who are all these neat phones for?" Maryann asked.

Junior grabbed the wireless telephone back from Maryann, "Just wait a 
minute, will you?  Let Dad explain," he said as he handed his Father 
his own wireless device.

"Girls, these are wireless telephones.  One for each of us and one 
each for Billy Joe, Bob, Patty, and Emily.  They're special.  They 
have not only the normal feature of wireless telephone access from all 
50 states, Puerto Rico, and the Virgin Islands, they are our personal 
intercom set-up.  Let me show you.  This is my unit.  I've got a list 
of the seven other units with initials.  Here's the first one, number 
one with initials JR.  That stands for Junior and he's number one on 
every set.  I'll push 'IC' for intercom and push '1' for Junior."

One of the units in the pile buzzes quietly.  "Junior,  pick that one 
up and answer by pushing the blue button marked 'IC' to answer the 
buzz of the IC feature." James told him.

Junior does and the buzzing stops and they say hi to each other.  
"Okay, now shut it off by pushed the red button that says 'Off'.  
There, it's disconnected.  Yes, Maryann, you've got one too.  Just 
listen up and you'll have yours in a minute.  Now, on Junior's unit, 
his list of IC codes does not include a number '1', because he cannot 
intercom with himself.  Rather, it will auto-dial our home number 
here.  Try it Junior!  Push 'IC' then '1'."

Junior did and the home telephone rang.  Justine picked up and said 
"Hi Son," and hung up.

"That will be true for all of us," James explained.  "It can be 
changed later if you decide that you'd rather have another number 
dialed instead of home.  Okay, now I'm going to dial number '3' for 
Maryann.  Again I push the blue button for 'IC' and the number '3'.  
Notice that I do not have to push the 'ON' button.  Pushing 'IC' turns 
on the device and activates the Intercom function."

Another unit in the pile of telephones buzzes and Junior hands it to 
Maryann.  "Just push the blue button that says 'IC' on it.

Maryann does and she's connected to her Father.  "Hi sweetie!  Isn't 
this neat!" he tells her.

"Yes Daddy!  It's really kewl!" Maryann replies.

"Don't hang up, Maryann.  Now Junior, punch up 'IC' and number '3' for 
your Sister." He does and hears a soft beep-beep- beep-beep.  
"Maryann, do  you hear a short beeping?" James asked.

"Yes, I can hear it Daddy."

"Junior, you should hear it too.  Right?"

"Yes Dad, I hear it."

That beeping you hear Junior is to tell you that she's all ready using 
the Intercom and the beep Maryann hears says that someone else in our 
'IC' group is trying to reach her.  Maryann, push the yellow button 
that says 'Flash'.  That will disconnect me and connect you to whom 
ever is using the intercom to call in.  You can switch back to your 
first caller, me, by pushing the 'Flash' once, or push 'Flash' three 
times and it will connect all three of us together in a conference 
call."

"Okay, Maryann, Junior, push the red button 'Off' and disconnect.  
These are the special features for the Intercom.  When I give one to 
Emily, Billy Joe, Bob, and Patty, they can do the same as us, except 
Bob and Patty's phones will dial their house instead of our house when 
they push their own IC code.  Emily's and Billy Joe's phones will dial 
our house too when they punch up their own IC code."

"Junior, hand your Mother's unit to her.  Honey, look at the list, and 
you Maryann follow along.  First, you both should have at IC code '1', 
a JR for Junior.  The next for you both should be IC 2, with ET for 
Emily.  Next would be IC 3 with MEP for Maryann, except on you unit, 
Maryann, it's not there.  That tells you, and all of us, that it's 
your wireless unit.  That's how we can tell them apart.  Next on the 
list is IC 4 with BJ, for Billy Joe.  The next is IC 5 with BW and 
then IC 6 marked PW for Bob and Patty.  Then IC 7  is JEP for your 
Mother, but on yours Justine it's missing because that's your unit.  
Then last on all the units is IC 8 marked JWP for me, though on my 
unit it is missing because it's my unit..  Okay, any questions?"

There were some and James patiently answered his Wife's and Daughter's 
queries.

"Okay, you'll each get a set of instructions and a quick-list of 
functions card that you can put in your wallet.  Junior, would you 
hand those out please?"

Now, three other things.  On the front of your telephone there is your 
actual telephone number, area code, and local number. That's what you 
can give out to your friends and others that you might want to be able 
to call you.  Push the green button marked 'ON' to make it work like a 
regular telephone.  It rings like a telephone too, not the buzz for 
the Intercom.  To answer an incoming call, just push the green 'ON' 
button. Second, I'm paying for all this, as a requirement for good 
communication between my family and immediate friends.  This is not a 
business telephone, this is a family phone.  Maryann, if you need a 
telephone for your new job, you'll need to get a second one.  If you 
go to the same place as we got these, they'll make your second unit 
have a different ring than the one I've given you.  Then you can 
always tell your family telephone from your business telephone.  You 
can also get one with a different color; I saw a purple clear plastic 
one that looked coo!.  Finally, I'm sure you will have numbers that 
you will use a lot.  You can set them up as speed dial.  For instance, 
I'll probably set one to Sylvia's office, and one for Kelly too.  You 
just program the 'Speed Dial' feature and number them from 1 through 
0, you get up to ten.  If I set my unit to Sylvia's office as 1, then 
I'd push the green 'ON' button then the white speed dial button marked 
'Speed' and then the number 1.  That will auto-dial Sylvia.  Read your 
instructions for Speed Dial and you can set them up yourselves.  If 
not, ask Junior or me to help.  Okay, any questions?"

There were a few, mostly about speed dial and Junior pointed Maryann 
to the right place in the instructions where the procedures were 
explained.

"Maryann, speaking of speed, what's this about a job?"

Maryann got all excited and told Junior all about her job running the 
'Intimacies' shop at Suzzane's.

When Maryann ran out of things to say, Justine asked, "That about 
these other phones for Emily, Bob, Patty, and Billy Joe?"

James smiled and replied, "Well, since I've bought them, got them set 
up, and I'm going to be paying for all the usage, then I'd hope that 
my loving Wife and Daughter might volunteer to wrap them nicely, 
suitable for gift presentation."

"James!  You're even more glib than you Son!  Okay, you're right.  
Besides, Maryann and I can do a far better job than you or Junior.  
Maryann!  Go get the nice wrapping paper.  We'll do it right now!  
Don't forget the ribbon!"

"Okay, Mom!" Maryann dashed to the Den to find the wrapping stuff.

Junior said thanks to his Mom and Dad, picked up his new wireless 
phone and instructions, and went to his room to study as the women 
spread out the decorative gift wrap, small boxes, and ribbon across 
the dining room table.  

James looked on happily, sipping some juice while he looked over the 
speed dial instructions.  He took Maryann's telephone and programmed 
speed dial 1 for Billy Joe's house, a number she'd memorized.

"Maryann, I've coded your speed dial number 1 for Billy Joe's house.  
Give it a try.  Invite him over to see you, see your new car, and hear 
about your new job.  Then you can give him his new telephone!"

Maryann put down the ribbon and picked up her telephone.  She pushed 
the green 'ON' button, then the white 'Speed' button, and then the 
number 1.  Billy Joe answered on the first ring and accepted her 
invitation to visit.  He was soon on his way.

The regular home telephone rang and Justine answered.  "Hello!  Oh, hi 
Emily.  No, this is Justine, his Mother.  Yes, nice to meet you too.  
I'm really looking forward to meeting you on Thursday.  It's such an 
honor for you.  I know that your guardian will be very proud.  Listen, 
I know that you're calling for Junior and it is long distance.  Let me 
go get him on the line.  He's studying up in his room.  Here, talk to 
my Husband, James."

Justine handed the telephone to James and went up to tell her son to 
get on the line.  He always turned off the ringer on his room 
telephone when he was studying.

"Hello Emily!  Yes, It's nice to meet you too.  Yes, I'm looking 
forward to Thursday too.  I spoke to Dr. John today and he's very 
excited.  Yes, he called me.  He wants to meet me.  Oh, there's 
Junior.  I'll get off the phone.  Yes, see you on Thursday!" James 
said and then hung up the telephone handset.

"Emily, darling, how are you?" Junior asked as his Mom left his room, 
closing the door softly behind her.

"Hi Junior!  I've missed you!  My heart aches for you.  Why don't we 
run away and get married?  Then we can live together and love each 
other all day and night!"

"Emily, I don't want to get married yet.  I cannot yet support a wife 
in the way I want.  However, how about I move into the dorm this fall 
and we could be close neighbors?"

"Junior, I'm probably going into the Honor's Dorm.  You can't just get 
a room there, you have to be invited into the Honor's College."

"Well, I guess it's my lucky day.  I found out I've been recommended 
for the Honor's College and will get my Invitation on Thursday, just 
like you!"

"What?  You're not telling me some big story, are you?" Emily cried 
out.

"No, it's true!  Dean Collins told me this afternoon."

"Wow!  This is GREAT!  God!  How fantastic!  Do you think we could get 
a room together?"

"No, we'd probably never leave it, or certainly never meet any of the 
other students in the dorm.  Maybe we could get rooms on the same 
floor, or something."

"Oh honey!  This is *excellent* news!"

"One more thing.  This isn't all that much, but Uncle Bob has asked me 
to stay at his house tomorrow night."

"Oh, *really*!  And what brought this on?" she asked sarcastically.

"Bob says he needs help with four sexy women at his house at one time.  
He thinks I might be a settling influence."

"Yeah," Emily laughed.  "I have a good idea about exactly where you're 
going to be settling.  Right between my wide spread legs, you stud!"

"Emily!  What's gotten into you?" Junior asked, genuinely shocked.

"I've been talking to Aunt Louise and Heather.  Yes, they've told me 
all, mister, and you better believe that I'll be 'Blessed' by the time 
I see you next!  All the romancing and teasing has been really fun, I 
don't want you to misunderstand me, but it's time!  Yes, time to put 
up or shut up!  Or rather," she giggled a little bit, "time to put out 
or get out!"

"Okay, okay!  We'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"Talk, talk, talk.  You can talk, but I'm going to get fucked!  You 
better believe me.  I spent all evening reading ahead in my texts and 
workbooks and I'm prepared for every class and lab for the rest of the 
week.  Junior, excuses are over.  It's time for action!"

"Okay lover, I'll pack my PJs and see you tomorrow at Uncle Bob's 
house, if not before."

"Listen lover, don't worry about any fucking PJs, just bring a hard-
on!" Emily laughed.

"Emily, such language!  Who've you been talking to, besides the 
mountain girls?"

"Patty and Liz!"

"Oh God!" Junior exclaimed.  "I guess you've been schooled in the 
'aggressive female' technique.  Don't get your expectations too high!"

"I won't.  I've been waiting for seven years for this opportunity and 
it isn't going to be quick, sloppy, or foolish.  Get ready Mr. James 
Wentworth Preston Junior.  We're going to fuck for hours and hours and 
I'm going to cum and cum and cum.  It's going to be wonderful and I'm 
going to make you very, very happy!  Nothing will deter me.  I've got 
the equipment, the skills, and the determination.  It's just the right 
place at the right time.  So we've got a date.  One hot lover with one 
hot virgin.  Okay?"

Junior laughed, "Okay darling.  I'll see you tomorrow!" then hung up.

He tried to study some more but couldn't, thinking about Emily.  He 
heard some laughter and realized that Billy Joe had come over.  
Knowing that he wouldn't study anymore that night, Junior went down 
stairs to see what was going on.

End Chapter 51

********************** My Dear Readers ***************************** 
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality.  Do  
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 
21st century will rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.
************** Thank You For Reading My Story **********************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston 
Copyright 2001 






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