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The thought of packing suddenly makes me feel ill. Like it’s just another hurdle. Another barrier trying to keep me from what I know is rightfully mine.
Spotting a real estate office at the next light, I feel myself grinning.
There’s nothing that you shy away from. Especially a good old fashioned problem.
Taking the corner at the green light, I park and jog across the street, eagerly scanning the ‘For sale’ and ‘For rent’ ads in the huge window in front of the building.
For a small town, there’s a lot of real estate on offer.
It's been five years since I looked, and I can see at a glance I’m already paying too much for where I’ve been staying.
The world’s changed, and so has the rental and real estate market.
A nonplussed, pasty looking fella sizes me up from behind his desk through the glass, debating whether to ask me to move along or ask if I need help by his look.
But I don’t need him, I’ve already seen it. Already memorized the address and the number of the agent.
A big house, miles from town. Out in the countryside. It’s perfect.
There’s enough room for a whole tribe of kids, a barnyard for animals, and plenty of privacy. With the nearest neighbor being five miles away.
Sheree could scream her fucking head off.
The thought makes my cock twitch, dancing in my pants as it springs back to life.
The memory of her thighs against my face is still fresh.
The taste of her in my mouth is something I want to last forever.
Catching a glimpse of my reflection, I can see why the real estate agent looks hesitant.
I’m grinning like a madman, and now I’ve got a raging hard on to boot as I turn on my heel, almost running back to my car.
Once inside, I growl loudly again. The whole house in the country idea is smothered by another fact.
I still have to pack my damned office and a whole house full of my stuff.
Pinching the space between my eyes, I tell myself not to think. Not to try to solve every problem in one minute.
And then it occurs to me.
Zoe can have the house we’ve been living in. I can pay her rent in advance for another year. Her next year at college.
Her birthday present.
A place all to herself. Fully furnished. I don’t have to move a thing if I don’t want to.
The thought pleases me. I’m not short of cash and although it’s overpriced, it’s what Zoe deserves. Plus, she’s used to living there. She loves the place. Everything can stay exactly as it is on the home front.
The only thing missing will be me, but she knew I was leaving anyway once my contract expired.
Next?
The office. In reality, I know it’ll take an hour or two of focused effort. No big deal.
And the country house?
Well, that can be a surprise for Sheree. But I’ll need to check it out first. A photo in a window is one thing. I’ll need to see it for myself first, so I make a mental note to call the agent once I’m packed.
There is the slight matter of meeting Zoe and Sheree back at the theater in a few hours too.
I sigh heavily, deep in thought.
Always something. That one thing that always wants to trip me up…holding me back.
With no real time to feel sorry for myself, I start my car and head back to campus. Reaching my office with the newfound decision to call the agent when I’m packed and play it by ear after that.
Hell, worst case scenario I can have Sheree and me in a hotel room for a few days, even a few weeks while we work things out.
This town is known for its cozy and very private accommodation for tourists.
I’m only a few boxes of books into my packing when I hear the auditorium doors clang loudly.
“Sheree?” I call out, dropping the box I’m holding and racing to my office doorway.
“Uh. Hi Professor Grayson,” The gruff voice echoes through the empty space between us.
It’s not Sheree. It’s Mitch, the campus maintenance man.
“I came to put yer heating back on like you asked?” he reminds me cautiously, slowly looking around.
Maybe looking for the mysterious ‘Sheree’ I’ve mistaken him for.
“Ah, sure thing. Sorry, Mitch, I was just waiting on someone,” I hastily explain.
Glad when he shrugs, wipes his nose with his sleeve, and sets to work adjusting the ancient heater as I get back to packing.
“All done,” he sniffs again a few minutes later, and by the time I walk out again, he’s gone.
The doors closing even louder than before as I hover a hand over the vents. A slow warmth rising from it.
Something warmer still rising inside me as I grin to myself.
I think we have one more lesson after class, Sheree. One more at least.
