Nothing seemed to faze Dean, but he had a soft spot for a certain distance runner. One day, Jenny was out running on the back trails behind campus. It...was a recovery run day, so her workout didn’t have to be too intense. She felt her heart beat in her chest, and her breathing matched with the pace of her footfalls. Everything should have been right in the world. But there was something off that day. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Dean, and what she had seen earlier that day. ——————– Jenny. Susan giggled and corrected her. Even breakfast was a learning experience.Afterwards, they bathed and Susan selected an outfit for each of them. Susan's clothes fit Alice snugly. A pair of Ron's tennis shoes left in her closet supplied a temporary solution to shoes. Alice wrinkling her nose at them. Susan giggled."No need purposefully experiencing all that life offers. Shit stinks and so do tennis shoes." Susan giggled."So I have learned this morning. Although my own did not seem as unpleasant. It was habit for me to give such commands to Cameron as she'd become my right-hand woman for a few years now, even more so after I got tired of and dismissed Miranda. Cameron managed the harem on "get-together" nights, ran the Ready Room, and oversaw every girl getting wired on meth, personally checking each of them like a bartender ready to cut off the next patron who looked like he'd had enough.Or at least, she used to. But not anymore. Now I kept her by my side at all times. Ever since Mom. I complied and she sent me a photo of the two of them at the beach. She was a good-looking blonde, maybe a little on the heavy side but pretty and totally stacked. He was handsome but portly, hairless, Mediterranean maybe, but not as tanned. I wasn't sure what she meant by "not well endowed" but he was wearing a Speedo and something was certainly making it bulge.It did occur to me that there might be some danger in going to their home. I figured I could probably handle myself though, and there.