Itake my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe mystudents more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel Iowe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it reallyis outside of the classroom. Because of this avocation, I havefeasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years.At 45, still fit, with salt and pepper hair, I've been a collegeprofessor for nearly 20 years, and in that time, I have sampled thehungry mouths, the milky breasts and arousal-hardened nipples, thefirm, ivory thighs, the slick, slippery cunts, and even sometimes,the tight, resisting asses of more young coeds than I can count - andI've loved every minute of it. I have perfected my search andselection techniques into a science, and I can predict, almostinfallibly on the first day of class, which sweet, innocent younggirl will be mine before the end of the semester.
The search begins late in the summer. I am seeking aspecial girl and willingly invest the time to find her. Eighteen, andprobably away from home for the first time in her life, the freshmancoed can make the most wonderful little lover a man can ask for. AsDean of the Department, I always choose to teach two of the first-year survey courses that are mandatory for incoming freshmen.
My colleagues revere me for being so democratic andtaking two of the least wanted courses, but I have my reasons. Icarefully examine the student folders for the girls enrolled in thosetwo courses. Because the courses are survey in nature, the enrollmentis high and I have numerous candidates.
Ieliminate the commuters - I want a girl living on campus, away fromnosy parents. I also reject those with an erratic academic record inhigh school - I want the young scholar who has never failed a course.Being on Financial Aid or a scholarship is a plus in my selection,because of the added pressure to perform well in college. I ofteneliminate the obviously wealthy student, because she has grown uplearning that a short phone call to Daddy can usually resolve aproblem in her favor, and I don't want my little selectee to feel shehas any easy solutions. I prefer an oldest child, or even better - anonly child, so that their older siblings haven't "shown them theropes" about college.
By the first day of class, I have a pool of six toten "possible" girls in each of the two classes, and I amready for the first face-to- face meeting. I carefully and slowlycall roll, associating faces with the names. This process is tricky,for I am searching for an intangible, a feeling. I want the girl tobe attractive, of course, but in a quiet, natural way. I shy awayfrom the flashy and the "slutty" looks. I tend toconcentrate on the "sweet and innocent" look.
The girl who has dated one boy seriously in highschool, and now finds herself away from him, and is feeling insecureabout how they can stay a couple. She's aware of her sexuality, butnot experienced. She's known the "romantic" love of a highschool sweetheart, and the passion of that love, but is yet todiscover lust.
Last year began as a typical usual year, but didn'tstay that way, for long. It was also the year of my "IrishLasses."
At the end of the first day of class, I returned tomy office enthusiastic with the number of "candidates" Ihad selected. There were four lovely girls in "Ancient History"and three in "American History." Now, after closeinspection of their student folders, and meeting them in person, itwas time to enter "Phase Three." My reputation on campus isimpeccable. Dean of the Department, published, and a favorite of thestudents, my elective courses are always filled quickly.
Of course, the freshman don't know this, but word ofmouth spreads fast, and they soon feel lucky to have me for arequired course. I'm known as fair (and fairly easy when it comes togrades), and an interesting lecturer. My assignments are reasonable,my classroom is relaxed and my office door is always open. I'm almostanother "Mr. Chips!" The only thing my freshman studentshave to complain about is the weekly written assignment - an essay onthe major points of the week's lectures and reading material. I havea very good reason for assigning this essay - it is "PhaseThree."
By the end of the third week, five of the seven"candidates" asked for appointments to see me to discusstheir failing grades. I had failed all seven, all three weeks.Grading at the University is "blind." That is, the studentsplace only their last five digits of their student ID number on allwritten assignments and tests. All grading is done by number, withouta student's name ever becoming associated with the product, unlessthe student permits it. However, as department head, I had alreadycopied down the ID numbers of all my "possibles" during myinitial selection process.
Now, I was about to meet them "up close andpersonal." Debbie was the first, and I immediately scratched heroff the list. She was irate and aggressive about her "F's"and demanded I review each point and discuss the deficiencies. Afterteaching the material for so many years, it's easy to refute anyfreshman's arguments, but it still pissed me off to have to do itwith Debbie. I assured her that her grades would undoubtedly improveas the semester went on.
Lois was second, and was a definite possibility.Blonde, blue- eyed, she was pretty and fresh and had a dazzlingsmile. She was timid and nervous about her grades, hanging on everyword of advice I gave her. I was charming and she was appreciative,and I could see the possible beginnings of that special somethingsome students feel for some professors. She was thrilled with thetime and attention I was giving her.
Susan was next and I took her off the list, too.Maybe she just didn't compare well with Lois, but I felt noelectricity, no excitement with her.
The fourth appointment was with Brenda, and she mademe wonder if I made too quick a choice with Lois. The classic Irishlass, Brenda had beautiful, heavy, glossy reddish-auburn hair framingher milk-and-honey complexion from which her luminous green-greeneyes virtually shone. She was breathtaking and I wanted her. I wantedto part her red pussy hairs with my cock.
Thelast girl only made my life more difficult. Rianna was not asbeautiful as Brenda, but it was her full, lush body that I craved. Iwanted to fill my mouth and hands with her full breasts, to crawlbetween her perfect legs to taste her sweet pussy. Lois, Rianna andBrenda - my choice had never been so difficult!
Over the years, I had had two girls going during thesame semester, but it was always a possibility that one woulddiscover the other, and the results would be disastrous, so I didn'trisk it very often. Now, here were three girls I wanted - all young,beautiful, shapely, and possessing the "right"personalities to make taking them a real possibility, and they wereonly freshmen for a year!
Not knowing which to concentrate on, I continued tofail Brenda and Rianna, and tutor Lois twice a week, in the hopesthat they would help me sort it all out. By the end of mid-term exams(all essay questions, of course), all three of the girls had afailing grade, without a prayer of receiving any higher than a "D"for the course.
Riannacracked first. She appeared in my office just as I was about to leavefor the evening. She was dressed in a sweater and short denim skirt,white socks and sneakers, and I could taste my mouth watering as Iravaged her body with my eyes. "Professor, can you please spareme a few minutes?" "Of course. Come in, er...now let meguess...Bonnie...no...Rianna, isn't it?" She beamed at myrecognizing her. "Yes, Professor. I came to see you, before, butI'm in even bigger trouble, this time." By the time she hadfinished telling me about her 3.75 GPA (if she didn't count mycourse) and how she just didn't understand how she could be doing sopoorly, she was in tears. I wanted to put my arms around her and pullher warm body close, but I fought the temptation.
My years of experience at this game would carry methrough. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and tookseveral moments (and several "Hmm..."'s) studying the book."Rianna, I can understand your concern. I don't know what stepsyou can take to achieve a respectable grade. To assign extra-creditwork, I would have to be fair about it, and give the entire class theoption, and this wouldn't help you, at all." She nodded andlooked at me, wide-eyed and sincere, "I'd do anything for arespectable grade, Professor." "Rianna, I think you shouldbe careful how you phrase offers like that. You don't mean`anything.'
"Yes, I do, Professor." I gave a smallchuckle, "With an offer like that, you better watch out. I'llhave you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don't makeoffers like that, Dear. After all, I'm only human." She lockedher eyes on mine, "Professor, you must understand. I am preparedand willing to do ANY thing." "Do you know where I live,Rianna?"
Rianna arrived on time, wearing sweater and jeans. Ihad an aromatic fire warming the room, Anita Baker on the stereo, anda very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in thefirelight. Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full andmoist. We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and begantalking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shouldersand she leaned into me. She was still tense, but seemed determined tobe cooperative.
Wetalked about her small home town, and the one boyfriend she had gonesteady with in high school - he went to a large private college onthe opposite coast, joined a Frat, and wasn't calling very often. Iwas gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa,with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her cheek andhair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we werenow sharing one glass), and talking.
Iput the wine down and placed my hand at her waist. I moved it up,under her bulky sweater, until I felt her warm, smooth skin above thewaist of her jeans. She tensed as my hand rose along her bare tummy,and halted at her bra. "I'm a little scared and a lot nervous,Professor." "I am, too, Rianna. But I won't deny that I'menjoying this very much." She smiled a weak smile, "Me,too. More than I hoped." I lifted the sweater up and she helpedme remove it over her head and arms. Her bra had a front clasp and Iopened it and lifted the soft cups off her burning flesh.
Her breasts were magnificent. Even lying on her back,they thrust up, firm and proud. Her skin was wonderful - smooth, warmand white. Her nipples and areolae were small and round and centered,with just a hint of hardening. She was blushing under my inspection.She let a tiny moan escape her lips as I brushed my fingers lightlyover her nipples. They hardened and looked like two pencil erasers. Icaressed all of her breasts with my hands, pressing, gentlysqueezing. Her breathing became rapid as I slowly lowered my facedown to her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I sucked it into mymouth, between my teeth. She tasted clean and dry.
Ishifted out from under her and knelt beside the sofa. She closed hereyes and turned her head into the pillow as I opened her jeans andslid them and her panties down and off her hips and legs. Naked,Rianna's body was even more spectacular than I had imagined - it wasflawless. I knew I was truly going to enjoy the rest of the schoolyear! I returned my attentions to her breasts, licking and sucking onone nipple, while caressing the other breast with my hand. My otherhand slowly traced its way over her flat tummy, her navel, until,finally, it entered her curly pubic hairs. She groaned as I softlypushed a finger into her already-wet slit. Her legs relaxed and sheallowed my hand to part her thighs.
I found her clit and her hips immediately began asubtle humping against my touch. A second finger joined the first,gently squeezing her hard, slippery clit between them. She tensed -and then in one strong release, she came. Her toes curled, her thighslocked tight on my hand, she tried to pull her breasts away from mycaresses as she cried out into the pillows. Slowly, so slowly, thewave receded and her body settled loosely into the sofa cushions.
Iwas hard and excited and I wanted her. I stripped off my shirt anddropped my pants and underwear. I stood beside the sofa and broughtRianna's hand to my cock. She jerked it away, as though burned, andpushed her face deeper into the pillows. I understood. Her legsoffered no resistance as I crawled between them and licked my tongueinto her still-wet pussy. I heard her gasp as I found her clit andburied my tongue deep inside of her. Her legs spread wider, until Ifelt them settle on my shoulders, and her hips pumped onto my mouth.When I could tell she was again nearing orgasm, I lifted myself overher body and paused. "Should I wear protection, Rianna?"Her head made a tiny nod and I opened the condom and quickly slippedit on. I resumed my position, with my cockhead resting at her cuntlips. Almost immediately, her hips thrust up off the sofa to take mycock into her, and I cooperated by thrusting my hips down into hers.
As I buried my cock to the hilt up her hot, tightpussy, her head snapped out of the pillows, and her eyes opened andlooked at me. And then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legsaround my waist, and we fucked. Later, when the wine was gone and thefire was just a red glow, we dressed. With her clothes back on,Rianna was again the shy freshman, no longer the lusty little wenchthat had just fucked me dry - twice. "What should I do now,Professor? Do I keep coming back? I'm new at this." I held herhand, "I'm new at this, too, Rianna. I don't know what happens,now. I'm really quite embarrassed that this happened at all. But, Iwant you to know, Dear, that I am NOT sorry that it happened. Theselast several hours were the most exciting of my life. I really don'twant to think, right now, that what we just enjoyed was based on sometawdry barter for a grade. I just don't want to think about tonightlike that. It was too special for me."
Rianna smiled and nuzzled her face into my neck. "Me,too! I was so scared and nervous about tonight that I can't believeI'm feeling so wonderful, right now. If it would be alright with you,I think I would like to visit you, again." "I was hopingyou would say that, Rianna. It's against every rule I've made formyself, as an educator, but I want to see you, again, too. But, youhave to promise me that you'll still study and read the material."Rianna nodded, giggled a little girl giggle and left. Ah! Success,again!
Ididn't realize how successful, until the following Saturday. I hadbeen tutoring Lois since our first meeting about grades. She was theclassic high school over-achiever, doing extremely well there, butnot able to keep pace in college. Her grades were the opposite ofRianna's and she was desperate to improve her standing in as manycourses as possible. The tutoring was boring and Lois lacked theanalytical skills to draw conclusions, but she was still a beauty tolook at, and was obviously developing a crush on her brilliant,patient, caring Professor - me!
But now, after the success with Rianna, I saw no needto carry Lois any longer. I would discontinue the tutoring sessions,award her extra credit for her effort, and fairly grade the remainderof her assignments. After class on Friday, I told her my decision andencouraged her to try studying on her own, and I assured her that Ihad great confidence in her abilities. She seemed surprised, butnodded and hurried down the hall. At eight o'clock, Saturday morning,my doorbell rang, interrupting my breakfast. In my robe, I answeredthe door to see Lois standing there with a tear-streaked face. "Lois?What's wrong?" "Oh, Professor! Please! I'm so sorry!""Come in. Now, sorry for what?" I asked, as I closed thedoor. "Sorry for whatever I did, that you don't want to tutor meanymore!"
"Lois, Dear, you didn't do anything. I justthink you're capable of doing good work on your own." "Don'tyou like me, anymore?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks as shelooked at me. Her sky-blue eyes were flooded with them. Withoutthinking what I was doing, I reached out to her face and caught atear on my thumb. "Of course I like you, Lois. Please don'tcry." To my utter and complete surprise, Lois rushed to me,hugging me in her arms and pressing her cheek to my chest. Myinvoluntary physical reaction to her closeness was all too obvious,but instead of pulling away, Lois pressed her hips against my ragingerection.
"Oh, no," I thought, "the timing onthis is terrible!" I didn't have much time to think becauseLois's warm hand snuck under my robe and wrapped around my nakedcock. I lifted her chin up and pressed my lips to hers. "Oh,Professor! Please! Please make me happy!" I didn't care what shecalled it, but I knew it was going to make me happy, too. She slid toher knees and didn't hesitate as she opened her lips and filled hermouth with my hardness. She was very good - maybe among the best Ihad ever had - licking and sucking and nibbling. Finally, she couldtell when it was time, and proceeded to fuck my cock with her hot,wet mouth. It didn't take long. I began to come and started fillingher mouth with my cum. She continued until I stopped coming and thenvery delicately emptied her mouth into her hand. She stood and wipedher hand with a tissue and then stood close to me, seeking a kiss.
"Lois, how did this happen? We can't do this -as wonderful as that was for me - it's just not ethical. You're astudent and I'm your teacher." "I don't care, Professor.Isn't it obvious to you? Can't you feel how close we are? I've feltit since our first meeting, Professor. I really think I've fallen inlove with you!" The red light started flashing and the alarmswere ringing in my head. "Lois, it's just not possible."The tears started flowing, again. "But, I DO love you! You're sokind and caring. You're the only one on campus that treats me likeI'm special." "Well, you are special to me, Dear." Ilooked at her beautiful face, and thought about that wonderful,talented, sexy mouth of hers. I felt my dick stirring, again, andthought that maybe later I could explain to her about student crusheson teachers. At that moment, there was something else on my mind. Iopened my arms and she pressed into me. I walked her down the hall,to the bedroom. Her eyes searched my face as I opened her jacket andremoved her blouse and jeans. She was smiling when I opened her bra,revealing her small, round breasts, with tiny, almost red nipples,and she giggled as I lowered her panties to the floor and buried mynose in her soft, sparse, blonde pussy. She sat on the bed andwatched me as I opened my robe. "Oh, Professor! You are going tomake me SO happy, aren't you?" And I tried. For the next twodays, I tried my very best to make her happy. I had never had aneasier assignment. She was a hungry partner in bed - lusty anduninhibited. Not shy about anything. We fucked and sucked andfingered each other until we were exhausted. Between fucking, sheparaded around my house naked, washing up, fixing our lunches, doingmy dishes. What a find she was!
What a dilemma I was in! Lois and Rianna were not inthe same class, and none of the girls had the same major or dorm(part of my selection process), but maintaining a relationship withboth of them - something I very much wanted to do - would be trickyand difficult (and exhausting!).
Loisspent the night, and Rianna visited me again on Monday evening, andthat made my decision easy - I would try to keep both of them. Iwould miss the exuberance and lust (and, oh! that mouth) of Lois andRianna's perfect (and her yet to be truly explored) body too much tosay goodbye to either of them. I resolved myself (poor me!) to thefact that I had both of them in my life for the time being.
Ihad an appointment with Brenda scheduled for late Tuesday afternoon.She was stressed-out and there was no reason to prolong her agonyover her grades, and I was going to let her off the hook. Evenknowing that my coed selection had already been made for the year andshe was no longer a possibility, Brenda still made me silently gaspas she walked through the door, and I could see the truly radiantbeauty that she was. Even with her eyes downcast and a frown on herface, she was gorgeous. After she was seated, I explained that I hadbeen watching her progress in class and on the essays and was verypleased with her effort. I told her that it was unusual, but that Iwas going to disregard her current grade, start from scratch, andgive her a final grade based on her work for the remainder of thesemester, and the final. To my surprise, she didn't smile or lookrelieved. "I came in here expecting you to tell me that it washopeless, and I might as well stop coming to class. Why are you doingthis, Professor?"
"I just explained my position, Brenda. I'mpleased with your progress and I respect your effort. Please don'tlook a gift horse in the mouth." There was something I thoughtwas fire in her eyes when she looked at me. "And I guess I'llhave to repay you for your kindness?" "Don't beridiculous, Brenda. I think this meeting is over."
Her voice was trembling, but she stood and leanedforward on my desk. "I know what you want. You men! You want meto give myself to you, don't you? You want me to surrender to you, soyou can make me do disgusting and humiliating things for you."To say I was shocked would be an understatement! Then, in a flash, Irealized what was going on. In nearly 20 years of teaching, I had metonly one truly submissive girl and my school year with her had been alittle heaven on earth for me. If I was right, I was finding mysecond. I didn't want to loose this opportunity. Lois and Rianna wereforgotten for the moment. "Have other men made you do disgustingand humiliating things, Brenda?" She nodded a tight nod. "Yes.A teacher in my senior year and my boss at my summer job. It was justthe same as it is now. The teacher threatened to flunk me and my bossthreatened to fire me. I had to cooperate. I had to submit, or facethe consequences." "But, Brenda, I haven't threatened youabout your grades. Just the opposite." She cried out in dismay,"But, it IS the same!" Quieter, she continued, "Don'tyou understand? I know what you expect me to do to repay you for your`kindness.'" "Brenda, have you dated anyone on campus?"She shook her head. "Boys. They're all boys. They only want onething and then they're gone." I knew I had a beautiful younglady standing before me, and that she might have some head problems,but hey, I'm no psychiatrist. I preferred to think of it as hersexual preference and decided to "go for the gold." "Ofcourse you're right, Brenda. I do expect a lot from you. I think it'stime your `extra-credit' work begins, don't you?" Meekly, shenodded. "Lock my door and come bend over my desk." When shedid, I stood behind her and slowly raised her plaid wool skirt overher hips, exposing her white, cotton panties. My cock felt like itwas about to burst out of my trousers, and I hurried to open them andlet them fall to the floor. Brenda looked back at me, "Aren'tyou going to force me to kiss and lick your `thing,' and force me tosuck it into my mouth?" As tempting as the thought was, I wantedto fuck her. My cock was poised at her cunt, and I could feel herheat. "Should I wear a condom, Brenda?" "Why are youasking me? Just take me the way you want me. Please!"
Iwasn't gentle. I shoved my cock into her and pounded her hips intothe edge of the desk. I was hot and so was she, groaning with everystroke. She soon began to come and I was surprised with itsintensity. "Use me! Fuck me! I'm a worthless slut, so fuck mehard!"
Maybe if I hadn't been building up to my own orgasm,I would have thought more about the severe hang-ups this girl had forbeing so young, but, instead, I enjoyed feeling my cock plow into hertight pussy, finally shooting its warm cum into her. When I was done,I pulled myself away and sat in my chair. "Now, Brenda. I wantyou to suck my sticky cock clean in that pretty little mouth ofyours, right now." She almost collapsed to her knees andpositioned herself between my spread legs. She looked up at me, hereyes seeking mercy.
"Suckmy cock, slut." And she did. Then, and later, back at my house.That night I shot my cum in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. Shecalled herself a slut and repeatedly earned her reputation. Betweenthe sex, she told me about her bizarre adventures at the hands of herteacher and boss.
Onthe night after her eighteenth birthday, her high school Englishteacher ordered her to come to his office. He berated her for herfalling grades and threatened her with an "F" that wouldruin her chance at a scholarship. He suggested that she become his"special pupil." Brenda said it was obvious what he wasinterested in, but, for the first time in her life, felt herselfbecoming sexually aroused. It was the teacher's forceful personalitythat was exciting her. She willingly submitted to him, and whatfollowed were several months of bondage, domination, spankings andhumiliating sex. Instead of reporting the teacher, Brenda foundherself hooked on him, impatient between rendezvous, welcoming hisabuse. Their relationship ended soon after graduation, when theteacher moved out of state.
That Summer, she was working in a fast-foodrestaurant. Badly needing the money, she was working well over 40hours a week. One night, after midnight, exhausted and helping themanager close up for the night, Brenda dropped a large container ofcooking oil, spilling it all over the floor. She said the manager"freaked out," yelling and screaming at her, calling herworthless, and firing her. He must have seen the spark he wasigniting in her, because he grabbed another container of oil andpoured it over her head. She stood there, dripping the pungentgrease, humiliated. "Take that uniform off. You don't deserve towear it," he shouted at her.
She unbuttoned it and let it fall to the oil-coveredfloor. Her bra and panties were soaked through and darklytransparent. "And those," he pointed. Her bra and pantiesfell to the floor. "Now clean this mess up!" Brenda got abucket and a de-greasing cleaner and began to scrub the floor on herhands and knees. She said she was totally degraded - naked, her titsswaying and bouncing with her exertion, the oil dripping from herhard nipples, her ass in the air.
Soon, her boss was behind her. She felt him slip hisprick into her cunt as he poured more oil over her bare back.Brenda's orgasm was immediate and so intense, she collapsed. Her bossrolled her over on to her back and re-entered her, this time pouringthe warm oil on her tits as he fucked her. Brenda said she wasresigned to her "perverted sexuality" from that night on.Her boss assigned her the "shit" jobs at the restaurant andberated her, constantly. Whenever he felt like it, he would call herinto his tiny office, and have her suck him off or bend over as hefucked her cunt or ass.
He was always rough and callous with her, and sheloved it. One night, her boss took her out back and watched the twobig, black deliverymen fuck her in the cab of their truck, andseveral times, ordered her over to his apartment and she was used andabused by him and his four poker buddies for hours. She left therestaurant the day she left for college and had an abortion the weekafter school started.
Now, she was naked in my bed and was telling me shewas glad she found me, that she needed me. My sane, rational mind wassaying that I should put as much distance between myself and thislovely, but very screwed up, girl. That she was carrying more baggagethan I wanted to get involved with. However, at that moment, sheagain lowered her hot, wet mouth over my hardening cock, and I forgotall my good resolutions.
What a year! My schedule began to look like an old"bedroom farce" movie, but I managed. Of course, all threegirls received "A's" for both semesters, but I hope theygot more than just a good grade from their experience.
Rianna flowered into a dynamic lover, relaxing andenjoying all the pleasures I could show her. She became quite adeptat the skills of love, giving slow, sexy handjobs, and actuallysavoring my cock with her mouth. I knew I was going to miss her andher luscious body, and I have.
Lois finally admitted to herself that she was feelinginfatuation and not love. We enjoyed each others company for most ofthe year - until Spring Break, when she returned from the islands "inlove" with a junior. Our final fuck was sweet and tender. Shethanked me for making her feel special and helping her enjoy herfreshman year. I thanked her for her discretion, fond feelings, andhelping me to enjoy her freshman year, too.
Finally, there was Brenda - probably the mostbeautiful girl ever to grace one of my classrooms. I soon learnedthat I didn't have what it took to satisfy her needs for debasementand humiliation. I played at bondage for her, but I wasn't cruelenough. I couldn't bring myself to spank her, and I certainly wasn'tgoing to invite the marching band to join us in bed. She drifted awayfrom me, and I let her - hell, I welcomed it.
But,I did follow her adventures through my student and graduate assistantcontacts. She soon became a campus legend - entertaining entire Fratsin one evening, taking on the whole basketball team at a party,fucking the swim team in the locker room.
Unwilling to see her doing that to herself, I talkedher into seeking therapy. Through a friend, I arranged for anoff-campus shrink to see her and bill me. I think the therapy mayhave helped. When she was going home in the Spring, she stopped by tothank me for my concern. She said that her therapist had recommendedsomeone in her home town, and that she was not going back to her oldjob. I told her I was glad to hear she was on an oil-free diet, andwe both laughed.
TheSummer is finally over and classes are about to begin. I can't wait.