’ ‘Whoa!’ I uttered with a laugh. ‘I’m just ‘Mr. Stephenson.’ I don’t have a Ph.D.’ Rose smiled. ‘That’s okay. You clearly kno... more about media than I do.’ ***** That night, I dreamed of Rose. I dreamed of holding her tightly in the center of main campus as students and professors hurried past en route to their classes and labs and offices. I dreamed of teaching her Section and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, finding her completely naked yet utterly unashamed. I dreamed of grading her. Gently she pull my arms behind my back, somehow tying them up. Did not see what she might have used. She blindfolds me, and ask me to stand still. I hear her tripping off, the boots on the marbled floor give her away. A room next to this, hearing a door open and shut. Quietness. Part of me want to get the hell out, part gotten excited, and want to stay. The later part won. Five minutes later, or so, difficult to know without a watch, the door opens again. I hear soft low music. Something. I was eighteen and Nathan twenty years old, and neither of us had experienced much positive attention from our respective people-of-interest.Our first conversations centred around shallow eroticism – exchanging pictures, kinks, fantasies. I was attracted to his intelligence, his passion for literature and his imagination. All were spectacular to behold. He aroused me with the pictures he painted in my mind. I found myself shivering in ecstasy during many of our late-night conversations,. Was the infernal Overlord going to Present her yet again? Even when he was going to have to give her up to Freya? It's not like he needed to soften up the other Overlords, not with the goods that he was able to offer them!Gronnus ran a hand through his hair. He could not lose any more. He was at his limit. At this rate, assuming that any Overlord he did not deal with personally could be won for Roquan's side, this made Freya the swing vote. If Gronnus lost any more support, not even Freya could.