On Thursday afternoon, as Camilla sat in the classroom for the first lecture of her Introduction to Shakespeare course, waiting for the professor to arrive, she thought about the unnatural feelings for her father that had been growing like a cancer in her heart. She'd always loved Agape dearly, but something horrifying was happening inside her. Was the Nigrovum twisting her love for him into a grotesque shape, or was it merely bringing to the surface something she'd always felt, but had repressed? She was convinced that more male lovers would be needed as distractions from Agape. Indeed, she hoped her soon-to-arrive professor would be handsome and intelligent enough to qualify.
Another strange thing she'd noticed about herself:
she'd never been in love
, not once in her whole life. She'd had crushes on many of her teachers, of course, but that was never serious love. She may have said, "I love you", to Mr. Grisham and to Carl, but both men knew she wasn't in earnest; her passionate outburst was just part of the aftermath of some great sex. Candice was in love with Camilla, something Camilla could easily see, and she loved and cared for Candice, too; but there was no way Camilla would ever return Candice's kind of love to her. Camilla didn't understand why she could lust with such intensity after so many men (and women), but not fall in love, like normal people. She would soon learn why...sooner than she thought.
Finally, her professor walked into the classroom. She was thrilled to recognize him: she'd given him those table dances at
Club Ritz
on the Friday of the preceding week! Though she was sitting at the front row of desks, he never recognized the face of the pretty blonde who was always smiling at him so lasciviously. He just introduced himself as Dr. Lee, and began his lecture on
A Midsummer Night's Dream
.
"The central theme of the play is the foolishness of being in love," he said. "Demetrius foolishly loves Hermia, who doesn't love him; the woman he should still love, Helena, foolishly dotes on him after he's dumped her. A flower that the mischievous fairy Puck fetched for his king, Oberon, has in it a magical love-juice, which causes both Demetrius and Lysander suddenly to fall in love with Helena; the two enchanted men then follow her around the forest at night like silly school boys with a crush on someone for whom, only an hour or so earlier that night, they hadn't felt any amorous affection. The love-juice is also used on the Oberon's wife, the fairy queen Titania, who, in the play's prime example of love's foolishness, falls for the idiot Nick Bottom, whose head Puck has just changed into that of an ass!"
"He's brilliant," she said to herself. So many profs to fuck, and so little time, she thought.
"The word 'dote' is used more times in this play than in any of Shakespeare's others," he continued. "Today's mothers may dote on their children, and thus spoil them; but in Shakespeare's day, 'dote' had a much stronger meaning--it came from a German word that meant 'to be foolish, imbecilic, or deranged'. So to dote on our beloved is to be maniacally in love with them."
After class, she followed Dr. Lee out of the building and walked closely behind him on the campus.
"Dr. Lee?" she said, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Yes?" he said, turning around.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked.
"Of course I do," he said. "You were sitting in the front row of my Shakespeare class just now."
"I don't mean that. Last Friday night, at
Club Ritz
. You saw me naked, remember?"
He looked up and down at her, needing a little time to make the mental adjustment of remembering the naked girl he'd seen in the dimly-lit strip joint, and linking that image with the girl who was standing before him now, in the bright light of that sunny afternoon--a girl wearing tight blue jeans and an even tighter white T-shirt. Then he recognized her. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"I let you put a twenty-dollar bill in my anus, remember?" she asked in the voice of her sexually carefree 'Kitty' persona.
"Yeah, I remember," he said, his heartbeat accelerating and his penis hardening. Also remembering his love for his wife, he said, "I-I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get to my office. I may h-have students there who need to ask me questions."
"OK, I'll come with you." As they approached the building where his office was, she asked, "Do remember the offer I made to you on Friday night?"
"Oh? What was that?"
"Would you like to have sex with me?" 'Kitty' asked this as if she were merely offering him a beer.
"Whoa, wait a minute--"
"You can do me anally, too, if you like," she whispered in his ear as he opened the door to the building. They went in and walked over to an elevator.
"Look," he said, pressing the 'up' button. "You're very beautiful and sexy, but--"
"Thank you," she said with a giggle as the door opened.
"But I'm married."
"I know: you told me last week." They got into the elevator, and it started going up.
"Well, that should t-tell you my answer."
"Are you
happily
married?"
"Y-yes, of course."
"Your eyes tell me you'd still like to have some fun, sir."
"Yeah, well...I-I mean--" The elevator reached his floor.
"Look, it's OK, sir," she said as they walked out of the elevator. "If you don't want to do me
now
, I understand." They reached the door to his office. "My offer still stands, in case you change your mind. Now that I know where your office is, and I know your office hours, I'll pay you a visit sometime soon. Bye, sir." She tickled him under the chin, and left.
Dr. Lee went into his office, locked the door, sat at his desk, and held his head in his hands. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself. He loved his wife, but Camilla was so, so exciting! What's more, he'd heard a story about an anonymous blonde tart having sex with an unidentified English prof, right on the York campus the other day. Was she that girl? he wondered.
As Camilla rode the elevator back down, she thought,
Well, there's another dapper distraction to take my mind off of Daddy; speaking of distractions, I'll have to get ready for my date with Father Josiah soon. He'll help me spiritually, and I'll help him physically...
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That night, after having had dinner at
Giovanni's
, Camilla lured Father Josiah back to that same hotel they'd been to the last time. In their room, she lay naked on the bed while he, wearing a suit and tie, sat on the side of the bed, shaking with guilt over what he was about to do.
"What's happening to me?" he asked.
"What's wrong now, Father?" she asked.
"The same thing as always, of course. I'm a priest, about to have sex with you. What am I gonna do?"
"Get undressed and in get bed, of course."
"Stop being so relaxed about this!"
"Why don't you
start
being relaxed about it?"
"Because it's
