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“I’ll take it,” I tell him, not even waiting to hear about the Stevenson’s or anyone else eyeing what’s mine now.
I’m here, seen it, and planned my future with it.
“It’s mine,” I say firmly, letting him know to draw up the paperwork, that I’ll be there Monday at his office to make it official.
I hang up, with the phone ringing again straight away. I figure it’s the agent, but it’s Mercy Hospital.
I’ve been expecting their call.
“Professor Grayson? Dr. Burrows, I got a call from your faculty secretary. You were inquiring about a patient of mine?”
“Dr. Burrows yes, and thanks for getting back to me directly. Look, I’m not family…”
Not yet.
“…But Mrs. Peterson, an elderly patient who was admitted with a fall?”
The doctor sighs impatiently. “You know I can’t discuss patients without family approval,” he says, sounding annoyed. Like he’ll hang up.
“I know, I know,” I tell him quickly. “Just. Hear me out…”
I explain how I’d like to help and after a few minutes, and being passed from him back to hospital admin and then back again, it’s settled.
“I- I’m sorry if I was short with you, professor Grayson, but rules are rules,” he reminds me.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, watching my breath turn to mist in front of me as I make my way back to my car. “As long as that’s one less thing they have to worry about,” I add.
“You’re a good man Professor, I’ll let them know,” he says, about to hang up.
“Ah, doc? If you could just let them know the medical bills have been paid, that’ll be enough. No need to mention any names. Just tell ‘em it’s on the house.”
I hang up, my good deed is done for the day but not one I could’ve walked away from.
The Peterson’s raised Sheree, adopted her, and looked out for Zoe a ton of times when I had to work late.
The little time we spent living opposite each other was the time when Zoe and Sheree became so close.
Paying for their hospital stay and treatment is the least I can do.
Like I said, if all goes to plan, we’ll be family soon anyway.
Right?
Not if you don’t get your ass back to town and claim what’s rightfully yours.
Do your second good deed and plant that seed!
I can’t speed back to town, the snow is too fresh on the roads and despite the plowing, there are a lot of places where it's still falling heavily.
I guess Sheree was right about the airports, about the weather. If she didn’t leave by tonight, which wasn’t part of her plans anyway, she’d never get out.
Stuck here with me.
Sheree all to myself. What a shame. Not.
I feel my lip curl into a smile as I note the time, easing my foot off the gas, making sure I get back to my girl in one piece so I can give her what we both sorely need.
With time to spare, I make it back to town and on campus way before four o’clock.
I want to make the office, my old classroom a little more romantic, I guess. But how would I do that?
The thrill in my chest thinking about the house, about Sheree… about everything that’s us makes me just wanna take her right now.
It’s right on four when I hear her coming in, my office door opening. The last box is stacked and everything is ready to go for good.
The auditorium doors clang as usual, but there’s another, prolonged sound as I hear them being bolted shut.
I make a low sound, smiling already as I know my girl’s making sure we won’t be disturbed.
I’m half expecting her to appear in my office doorway, my fat dick already straining in my pants as I feel my jaw clench and my throat swallow hard at the thought of her so close.
So ready.
But where is she?
“Sheree Peterson,” I say loudly, using my best authoritative professor voice.
Making it sound like I want her in here, ready for her next private lesson.
Nothing.
I scrape my chair back, taking my time with heavy steps as I make my way through to the auditorium.
Stopping in my tracks I take a sharp breath in.
It’s her alright.
But is this a dream? Am I seeing this for real?
She’s sitting in her usual spot, in the front row, in front of the lectern.
Hands clasped in front of her, her hair in a ponytail. Her eyes focused on where I would usually be standing when I’m about to give a class.
She’s wearing nothing, completely naked except for an oversized letterman jacket which I recognize instantly.
It’s my old one from my college football days.
I thought I’d lost it during a move, but recall Zoe snapping it up one day to wear out until she realized it would never fit her.
I guess her best friend, Sheree must’ve borrowed it.
I stifle a low groan, my cock so hard now I have to unzip myself to avoid injury.
