I wasn’t surprised that she knew my number. All of the students had it but the invitation to come to her place scared me a bit. Madeleine had certainly told her what happened between us. This wasn’t any fucking term paper; Josephine was calling me for sex. Who saw professors going to revise term papers in their student’s apartments? I was confused again. I was dominating in the crowd from my generation. I was surrounded by people that were on my intellectual and experience level, but I didn’t know how to handle the ones I was supposed to be leading into life.
I looked at the text. It was custom to answer it and accept her proposal to prove to myself that I didn’t make any difference between my students. I also wanted to prove to Madeleine that I don’t discriminate against people who are different from me. That is exactly what I should do. I needed to prove to Madeleine that although we fucked, I still had to act on confirming my lessons about respecting difference and different people.
In reality, I felt a cramp form in my stomach just by thinking about the bracelet around Josephine’s ankle. I decided to accept the game and answered: “OK Josephine. Send me your address.”
“King Hills street, number 27. It is across from central fountain. Third floor. The front doors are on the left side of the elevator. Thank you very much in advance. Josephine!” The response came immediately like it was prepared, or I just wished it had already been prepared, and that it wasn’t just part of the game or games they played. I didn’t participate in them but in fact I very much wanted to be a part of them. Somehow it seemed less painful to have someone lure me into those games, as if that would diminish my responsibility. If I entered them. I would enter with just a small part of me and that would be the animal, natural part. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to have casual sex with pretty, horny students and young girls?
I left the faculty building. It was a very nice night and the soft wind carried the scent from a tree along the alley. The scent soothed me and lifted my adrenalin levels at the same time. I opened the doors of my recently bought Audi. The thought of me finally getting one of my wishes granted, namely buying the car I wanted, went through my head. I remembered the movie Crash, which I used to look at with my ex-girlfriend. We stopped watching it in the middle, having come to a conclusion that a work of art doesn’t have to be filled with violence and sex scenes and by a bizarre and perverted way of connecting a car crash and sex. I was asking myself if I was changing personally and if I was giving up the firm beliefs I always had.
My train of thought was interrupted by the wonderful voice of a determined woman.
“ The professor is working really hard and it looks like he is going to continue working.” Samy was standing behind me.
“Oh, good evening!” I smiled politely and extended my hand to her.
I looked into her eyes and barely contained myself from looking into her wonderful cleavage. She was wearing a light spring dress that showed all of the charms of Samy’s curves. She was classy, beautiful, not so flashy and very sexy. Her long lovely legs were on high heels and there was a lock of hair that fell over her face and was touching the edge of her cleavage. It was purely erotic! “Not at all like those sluts,” I thought to myself, which immediately raised the question automatically: Why sluts? Why not just one slut, Madeleine?
“I went to the hotel to have dinner with some friends. I don’t know why, but I thought it would be interesting if you came with me.” She spoke calmly and showed interest but also to try to remove the notion that some distance was necessary (we only just recently met each other that night in the pub).
“How did you know I was here?”
“Jack told me. He says that you barely leave the faculty building.”
“Ah, Jack…” I said, just to say something. “I’m sorry, Samy, but I already have something scheduled.”
“With a student? Ha ha ha…” She laughed and covered her lips with long finger. “I’m sorry; I’m kidding… actually that is something Jack would say.”
“Yes, he is a crazy character.” I laughed too. “But… we can take a rain check.”
“Okay! Have a nice night.” She extended her hand and I got mild goose bumps from her touch.
With a gracious walk, Samy went to the hotel. I looked at her, confused. “How are we going to speak? I don’t have your phone number?”
“I took your phone number from the faculty. I hope you don’t mind?” She turned around and smiled.
“No, no… It’s okay. You have a good night too.”