I took Dannie to the galley and made us something to eat. We ate quietly, each lost in our own thoughts. Dannie said,“Why do bad things happen to go...d people, Stevie?”“I wish I knew. I don’t know of any other moms out there giving free medical care to people. If there was some kind of ‘god, ‘ you’d think mom would have got credit for doing good things. I’ve about decided that there isn’t a ‘god’ and stuff just happens. Some people try to be good, some just try to survive, and some are bad on. The mainline media seemed to be inon the conspiracy. What I was seeing and hearing on a daily basis was hard tobelieve. Behind a veneer of Christianity, these men were greedy, lustful anddrunk on power. They bragged about what they were doing to women like myself.Some of the administration thought that sex with models and escorts was theirright. But those at the higher levels wanted money and power more than sex.Every night after I came home from another party or dinner meeting, I wouldwrite. I carefully chose a button up blouse and a short, tight, black skirt with knee high socks and scandalously too-high-for-campus heels. The day before I had gone for a wax and my cleanly shaven pussy tingled with excitement for what I had planned. I arrived to the lecture hall early, knowing that he would be there getting ready. I casually strolled past him just close enough for him to smell my perfume and I sat right in front of his desk. He was trying, with difficulty, to maintain his composure. Richard settled the bill and with a girl on each arm they stepped into a waiting cab; on the ride home each sat either side of him and leaned in close, he put an arm around each. Now ensconced back in Richard’s living room, the three sat relaxed as a warm milk drink was being supped. Richard asking them if they had enjoyed their evening, and the girls telling him that they had. Milly and Julie both affirmed that it was a pity the evening had to end.Richard agreed but as they had enjoyed it so.