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"Frankly I don’t care what you were and weren’t doing. You may turn in your exam now."
I fought back the urge to both cry like a baby and beg for another chance as I gathered my things with shaky hands and got up from the chair, the half-done exam clenched in one fist. Up in front, the professor leaned against the lecture table and opened his palm, a silent gesture for me to hand it over in front of everyone.
A pang of nausea washed over me as I dragged myself into the isle and down toward him. Half way there, I started to feel dizzy. It was almost like being drunk; like there was a thick fog that blurred and twisted everything around me. I couldn’t speak and I wasn’t even sure that I could force myself to go up there and face the consequences of my foolish actions.
"Well?" It might have been my senses playing tricks on me, but he almost sounded pleased with himself. But more than that, the lingering bit of shame over what Daddy, his twin brother and I had done made me feel like he was judging me... like he knew something. "We don’t have all afternoon."
I made it within five feet of the Professor before the exam slipped from between my fingers and fluttered down to the ground. The room was so silent that, even in a group of over thirty people, you could hear every little rustle and swish as the pages of the exam wafted to the ground like dirty feathers.
With a horrible mix of anger and fear, I wrenched my feet from where they had planted into the floor and ran out, throwing the door at the back open so forcefully that it smashed against the exterior wall and sent little bits of stucco flying skyward. From there, I ran even faster to the safety of my car, where I locked the door and proceeded to sob into my hot, sweaty palms for so long that my whole face became red and flushed.
It still looked that way when I stumbled through the front door to an empty house a little while later, my backpack carelessly dragging behind me on the ground. I felt so defeated; so ashamed of myself. What would Daddy Mike and Daddy Kevin think if they knew that their "sweet girl" was a failure at college? Would they be disappointed? Worse yet, would they ever again let me experience their knowing touches if I couldn’t even handle a simple calculus class? The thought made me feel like crying all over again.
I called out to the silent house, "Daddy?"
There was no answer, so I walked through the living room and called again but was met with the same response. In a way, I was relieved to get a pass on explaining the whole situation to someone so soon. But at the same time, I was desperate for the comfort that only my Daddies could provide.
I left my bag on the floor where it was and scurried to my room, where I closed and locked the door behind me. Once that I was done, I fell back against it and sank to the floor with a sigh.
What now, genius? I asked myself.
It was a rhetorical question, of course, because I didn’t have the slightest idea where to go from there. I had almost certainly failed calculus and I knew that Daddy Mike, who had been paying out the nose for me to attend college, wasn’t going to be pleased at all. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do was fail him, whether in an academic sense or another, less wholesome one.
Feeling suddenly heavy, my head fell back against the wood with a thud and then rolled to the side so that I faced the chaotic mess that was my closet. Dangling amidst the haplessly strewn tops and jeans, my favorite pajamas beckoned.
"I guess it’s a start," I said under my breath and crawled over to the light purple, silk dress and easily slipped it from the hanger.
I climbed to my feet and shed the clothes that I was wearing like they were contaminated, stripping them off and heaving them as far away from me as I could. Even my bra and panties got the same treatment. I flung them across the room and they both hit the opposite wall with a soft thud.
I opened up the bottom of the long, maxi-length dress and burrowed into the slick, cool material. It draped like air over my petite frame and gave the tips of my rising nipples an icy, tickling sensation that gave me the chills every time. On any other day, it might have prompted me into a naughty session of solo play with the memories of both Daddies guiding the action, but I was so far down by the time that the dress fluttered to a stop near my ankles, all that I wanted to do was sleep.
The frame under my bed popped and groaned as I fell into it face-first and buried my head into the sizable stack of pillows near the top. What air I could breathe down there was hot and thick but I didn’t care. It was dark and that was all that I needed right then.
Before I could finish kicking myself for the millionth time, I passed out cold.
***
A forceful knocking on my bedroom door snapped me back to the waking world so abruptly that I nearly fell out of my bed. I tried to kick my ankles free of a big chunk of my comforter that had become twisted around them so that I could get up and answer, but the heavy fog of sleep weighed down my swollen eye lids and made progress slower than it should have been.
Pretty quickly, I gave up and yelled, "What?"
"Celeste?" I thought it was Daddy Kevin. It was becoming easier for me to distinguish between their voices but I still couldn’t say the same for their faces. "Are you okay?"
I wanted to tell him the truth, to run out of the door and into his strong arms, but I knew that I couldn’t make myself look that desperate.
"I’m okay," I managed to croak. "I was just taking a nap."
I heard the distinctive rustle of plastic bags from the hall before he answered, "Well why don’t you come down and eat with us? We got some dinner from Lou’s down the road."
To be honest, the last thing on my mind was food, even if it was good food. In fact, Lou’s was one of my favorite Italian restaurants in the world. Daddy Mike knew that and it made me feel even worse about the exam earlier.
I tried to sound more tired than I was.
"I don’t know. I’m still sleepy," I said with a yawn.
"Don’t be crazy, doll. Come down and eat something," Kevin said.
If he was anything like Daddy Mike, I knew right away that he wasn’t going to take "no" for an answer. Even so, I didn’t know if I would be able to hold it together in front of both men.
