Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2011 06:19:42 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President Chapter 6 Screwing the President Chapter 6 "So what do you have to say for yourself, you fucking pansy! You think that just because you were a tight-assed, big-dicked stud in fucking Podunk, fucking Nebraska--" "South Dakota," I corrected. "I'm from South Dakota." "Fine," said Coach Blood. "Fucking South Dakota, then. You think that just because you were a star in your fucking cow shit town in bum funk South Dakota that you can piss all over my rules? Is that what you think? You think you can up and miss my practices just because you were up late the night before jerking off to some big titted whore looking like a bitch in heat, jizzing all over the fucking keyboard? That's what you think, right? You think: 'Hey, the rules weren't made for guys like me because I'm a fucking stud!' That's it, isn't it? You little shit! Well, lets get one thing straight, Podunk..." Podunk. That reminded me of Stan's nickname for me: South Dakota. I hadn't seen or spoken to Stan in days and, frankly, I figured he would probably never speak to me again. "Lets get one thing straight, Podunk," continued Coach Blood. "No matter what you think about my fucking rules, your tight ass is in my fucking pool so you're gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. You got that, you fucking pussy?" "I got it, sir." "I don't ever wanna hear that one of my freshmen is not at practice because they had a fucking cold and overslept." "Actually, sir," I began, "it wasn't a cold. I had mononucleosis and the doctor said that I should stay home for a few days. It wasn't a cold. It was mono." Total lie. "Mono?" asked the coach. "What the fuck is that? That sounds like some kind of gadget that you little punks use to listen to music, like a.... an.... um.... what is it? An iPouch?" "iPod." "An iPod! Yeah. I don't care if you have mono or whatever the hell it is because when I have a practice I need your ass in my pool when practice starts at 6:30. Got that, you little shit?" "I got it, sir." "And you can tell your doctor that he is welcome to come to the gym and kiss my hairy ass whenever he feels like it, because, honestly, I haven't had my ass kissed or licked in a while and that sounds like it would be kinda nice." I suppressed a sigh. Half of the time, I had no idea what the coach was talking about. You would think with things like school shootings and crazy people running all around high school and college campuses, the school would have some sort of psychological testing for its staff. "Alright," said the coach, and then he blew his whistle as loud as he possibly could, even though I was standing right in front of him. As punishment for missing Tuesday practice, the coach had made me show up an hour and a half before all the other freshmen (4:30AM) for Thursday practice. That meant that today, Thursday morning, it was just me and the coach standing by the edge of the gym pool because none of the other swimmers had shown up yet. "Alright," said Coach Blood. "Get in the pool and give me twenty laps of backstroke as a warmup." I hopped in the pool and did the first of what would be several laps as punishment for disrespecting the coach by missing practice. The morning would go from bad to worse after that as, when Stan showed up at 6AM with the rest of the team for Thursday practice, he did not say a word to me or even look my way. Granted, I had told him off in the cafeteria, announcing to everyone that he had sucked my dick, but then I had found him watching me jerk of in the woods. I figured the two things cancelled out, but apparently Stan did not feel the same way. Things got even worse after that because, when I went to my mailbox after a class, I found a letter from my Calculus Professor, Dr. Kline, in which she asked me to meet her sometime in the next two days to discuss my performance in class. Since it was the middle of the week and my afternoon schedule was free, I decided to head over to the Mathematics Department offices to see if I could find Dr. Kline and meet with her then and there. One of the teaching assistants informed me that Dr. Kline was in her office and he directed me down a long hall. Dr. Kline's offices were at the very end of the hall. "You may not realize this," began Dr. Kline a few minutes later, after a previous student had left the office and I had taken a seat in an uncomfortable chair across from her desk. "You may not know this, but I am familiar with you, Asa Peterson. I know all about you." I gulped. "You do, Dr. Kline?" "And I don't mean just from the standpoint of a student in my class," said the professor, sitting somewhat seductively on the edge of her desk and crossing her legs. She was wearing a short black dress and the hem rode up to her upper thigh as she sat down. "There are nearly two hundred students in my Advanced Calculus course and most of them I know only by name, but some I know by reputation." I did not know what to say to that, so I just tried to look respectful and penitent, since I knew that she had likely called this meeting because of my disappointing performance in a recent quiz and homework assignments. Dr. Kline was in her early thirties and she had that naughty librarian look. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a bun and her glasses seemed to large for her face. It was still evident that Dr. Kline had a banging body under her clothes. "You, Asa, I know by reputation," said Dr. Kline. "I was the one responsible for getting you into this esteemed educational institution off of the waitlist. You didn't know that, did you? You were one of nearly sixty students that we admitted off of the waitlist and I did my best to force the hand of the Dean to admit you." "Why?" I asked. "Because I saw something in you," said Dr. Kline. "Your performance in the Math portion of the SAT was stellar and, perusing your record, you have never in high school received a grade less than an 'A' in Mathematics. You were also instrumental in the creation of a Math team in your school. A very small school, I believe. Only about fifty students in your graduating class, is that right?" "Yes, ma'am, that's right." "All of this seemed very strange to me considering that you also excelled at sports. Basically you are a 'jock' and I thought it important that the university admit someone like you, the quintissential student athlete, in spite of your poor performance in some of your other subjects." I nodded. "So, why are you here?" asked Dr. Kline. "In all seriousness, Mr. Peterson, I must say that I am rather disappointed in your performance in my class thus far. Even though school has only been in session for a few weeks, you have routinely turned in work that is not only late but subpar. On top of that, you scored a very unimpressive '63' on last week's quiz. I believe that an explanation is in order." I thought it was strange that the professor had singled me out of what were probably ten or twenty students that had also bombed the quiz, but I decided to take her at her word that she was interested in me because she had helped me gain admission to the school. "I don't know what to say," I said. "There have been a lot of things going on in my life lately, ma'am." "Like what?" "Well, I got into a huge fight with one of my good friends a couple days ago and... well, I decided to pledge a frat and I've been spending a lot of time over at the frat house." "Ah!" said Dr. Kline. She uncrossed and then re-crossed her legs. It goes without saying that she gave me a view of her... nether regions. "I wasn't interested in frats at first, but things just sort of changed after I met a few people. Well, just one person, actually, ma'am." "May I ask which frat?" "Delta Iota Kappa." Dr. Kline's eyes widened and she suddenly stood up. She walked toward the large window in the back of her office and then turned around and walked back toward me. "Of course, I have heard of them," she said. "Do you think this is the right thing for you right now? You seem to be struggling with your schoolwork. Not to mention that you are also on the swim team and that must eat up a lot of your time. I am well aware that Coach Blood is still the coach. Fankly, I don't know that you are able to balance the responsibilities of being a science major and being in a very active fraternity." "I think I can manage, Dr. Kline." Something about this interaction was making me very uncomfortable and so, in a move that was very unlike me (sort of like how I had blown up at Stan a couple of days before), I said: "Can I go now? I promise to do better on the quizzes. I just... want to go. I mean, if you don't mind." Dr. Kline did not take any offense to my request to leave. In fact, she walked over to me and gave me what started out as a friendly pat on the back. That's how it began, but Dr. Kline let her hand rest on my shoulder for a good ten or twenty seconds and began to rub it. I smiled at her uncomfortably and then stood up. "Thanks for your time," I said, and I walked out of the room as quickly as I could. As I walked out of the Department of Mathematics Building, I thought to myself: "I think I've just been sexually harassed. That's awesome!" That night, I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking. It was only nine o'clock but I was pretty beat because of the early practive. Try though I might, however, I just could not manage to fall asleep. My eyes would close, my mind would draw to a blank, but then I would open my eyes again and there I was: staring at the ceiling, still awake. It wasn't long before I grew angry that I couldn't fall alseep and decided to leave my dorm room to go for a walk. It reminded me of being back home on my parent's farm in South Dakota. There was a long dirt road that lead from the house to the barn, and then from the barn down to the highway. Walking that road in the middle of the night, usually after a fight with my parents or one of my brothers, was usually all I needed to clear my head. I considered myself to be a pretty friendly guy, I love meeting new people, but to be honest, there was no better feeling than leaving everyone behind and just being alone: only then did things make sense for me. I walked away from the dorm, down the slope that led away from campus and to the outskirts of town. My school was weird. The campus lay on top of a hill and immediately below the hill were a bunch of run down houses where the townies lived. Sometimes the landlords of the houses rented them out to college students, whole houses for a group of friends at seriously jacked up rates, but for the most part people on campus associated that part of campus with the townies, who were looked down upon by most people affiliated with the school. I found myself right on the edge of town, about three miles away from my dorm in the center of campus. At that point, the smartest thing for me to do would probably have been to turn right back around and try to go back to bed, but something in me did not want to go back. I kept walking. I walked down University Avenue and heard the sound of a car charging down the road in the direction where I was headed, toward Main Street in town. The loud engine told me right away that it was a sportscar and, before I knew it, a blue Ferrari passed me on the road. I probably don't have to say that there were very few Ferraris in this small town in the Midwest, but I didn't care to see who was driving it and I just kept on walking. In spite of my attempt to ignore the car and the driver, the car pulled to a stop about two hundred feet ahead of me. The car remained parked like that until I drew up beside it, at which point the window rolled down. "Get in," said a voice from within the car. "What?" I asked. "Get in, Asa." The voice seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it right away. I heard the sound of the car doors unlock and I opened the door and hopped into the passenger seat. I turned to look at the driver, a familiar face. Seconds later, the Ferrari was shifted back into drive and we pulled away from the curb. "How did you know I would be out here?" "I didn't," Todd replied. He looked over at me for a second and then he smiled. It was the most serious looking smile that I had ever seen and very characteristically Todd. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing's wrong," said Todd. "I was hoping that I would find you and you turned up just like I was hoping. I think it was fate." "You were looking for me? Man, you could have just called." "I don't have your number." "You could have gotten it from Connor," I said. "I don't want Connor to know," said Todd. "I'm gonna take you somewhere. Don't worry, Asa. Just trust me, okay?" I nodded. It wasn't long before the Ferrari was pulling into a parking lot, beneath a flashing sign of neon green and blue lights that read: "MOTEL". "I don't get it," I said. "Why not just drive to the Delta house? We could talk there." "Asa, I don't want Connor to know about any of this. I figured that would be pretty obvious by now." I hadn't had that much interaction with Todd, but what I was seeing today seemed unusual for him. Everything that he said was cryptic and he didn't seem to offer anything regarding why we had driven to a motel about half an hour away from campus. Part of me thought: "Shit, he just wants to fuck," but somehow I didn't think Todd was like that. I didn't get that vibe that I got from some guys, that: "I wanna flip you over and tear you apart." Todd had been nothing but honest and decent with me, in fact, before tonight, I really didn't get the impression that he was that in to me. "Todd, just give it to me straight," I said, as we hopped out of the car. "What is this about?" Todd didn't say anything by way of reply. He told me to wait by the car and, a few minutes later, he came out of the motel office with a key that he twirled around his finger. I followed him up the stairs to a room. I read the sign on the door: "Room 222". Todd opened the door for me and I followed him in. He sat on the bed and sighed. I sat down beside him. "I'm defecting," said Todd. I was pretty new to the fraternity scene and there was a lot that I didn't know. Keep in mind that I originally had no intention of joining a frat. I did, however, understand very well that leaving a frat was called "defecting". I also knew that it was a pretty big deal and, on this campus, a brother that defected would be ostracized by everyone who was anyone on campus. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Why?" "I've been a part of Delta Iota Kappa too long," said Todd. "I don't even know why I stayed this long. It's not me, Asa." Something in Todd's voice was reaching out to me. He didn't look at me, but his voice had something in it that was vulnerable. "I know that Connor has taken you on as his apprentice, but I just wanted to talk to you," said Todd. "I needed to talk to someone, man. I figured you might be the guy." "I guess if you're defecting it's hard to talk to someone in Delta Iota Kappa." "Right. They like being the gods on campus. Getting whatever they want when they want it. They would never give that up. If I told them that I planned on leaving, they would say I was crazy. They don't understand." "I'm not sure I understand myself," I said. "Why DO you want to leave, Todd?" "You want the truth?" "No. Lie to me." Todd laughed. He smiled when he laughed that time, a real smile. It was strange. Whatever the hold that Connor had on me was, and I don't know how he did it, no one was ever as beautiful to me as Todd was at that one moment. A moment that was gone as soon as it had begun. "It's because of you," said Todd. "Me?" "I can't sit around and watch you become Connor's apprentice. It hurts too much, Asa. Man, I don't think I could bear it." "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry." "You didn't do anything." Todd stood up and walked over to the dresser across from the bed. Over the dresser was a large mirror; leaning over the dresser, Todd peered at his reflection in the mirror and then looked at me, by my reflection in the mirror. "I can't do it, Asa." "Don't leave because of me." Todd walked back over to the bed and looked at me. I remembered the first time that I had seen him: in the cafeteria with his lackies in Delta Iota Kappa. Todd was second only to Connor in the frat and the brothers followed him and looked up to him with almost the same reverence by which they regarded Connor. Todd and Connor were the alpha males in Delta Iota Kappa, and that had to be weird: two alpha males in the same house. Now that I was ready to join the house, I could not believe that Todd would give all that up. Todd gazed at me: looking first into my green eyes, then at my face, then at my lips. I watched Todd as he watched me. He had that tall, dark, and handsome look that people talk about all the time, but which few guys actually manage to pull off. His dark hair was not too long, but it wasn't too short either, and it framed a long, chiseled face, with very large and deep set brown eyes. I had never seen eyes that expressive or that incredible in my life. Todd reached forward with a hand and touched my neck and my face. Then he leaned toward me and kissed me on my neck. "Todd, I can't," I said, but I instanly got hard. "I know. I'll never do anything that you don't want to do, Asa. I'll never do anything to hurt you. I hope you understand that. You do, don't you?" I had never heard Todd talk as much as he was tonight, even what he was saying tonight wasn't very much, and I noticed that something about the way that he spoke was different: old-fashioned. It wasn't an accent or anything. There was something in what he chose to say that was not like other guys on the fraternity circuit. "I know," I said. "Let's just lay her," said Todd, pulling off his polo shirt. He kicked off his loafers and then his khakis. He laid down in the bed, wearing only his boxers. I took off my shirt, shoes, and pants and laid down beside him. Todd kissed me on my forehead. "We don't have to do anything," he said. "I just want to spend the night with you, Asa." "Alright," I said. At that moment, I wanted to spend the night with him too. Just like that. No sex. Just laying in bed. I didn't want anyone else but him. Todd put his arms around me and he felt really warm. I fell asleep just like that. I did not sleep the entire night. I woke up in the middle of the night with a yawn. I glanced over at the bedside alarm clock and saw that it was 3:15. I sat up in bed and looked over at Todd; he was sound asleep. For whatever reason, I had the urge to see what the photo in Todd's driver's license looked like, I figured he probably looked really cute in it since he was such a good-looking guy, and so I walked over to the table on the other side of the room and picked up Todd's wallet. I flipped it open and laughed to myself when I saw the pic. Todd wasn't smiling in his pic, just like how he wasn't usually smiling in life, but he still looked perfect. At that moment, I felt that I had made a mistake. I had not seen Connor in several days and the power that he had over me was broken. Unbound from the spell and having felt Todd's warmth, I wondered why I had promised my devotion to Connor. I saw something thick peeking out of the back of Todd's wallet and I reached for it. It was a thick document that I unfolded. My heart pound in my chest as I read it: "Birth Certificate. Name Todd Holcomb. Date of Birth January 15, 1844. Born to Virginia Holcomb and John Denison Holcomb. Born in the city of Louisville, Kentucky." My hand was shaking, but I managed to reach for another folded document, in the same mud-stained paper, behind this first document. I unfolded the second document and I read it, as I had the first: "From the Secretary at War of the United States. Todd Holcomb is hereby honorably discharged from service in the Army of the United States after five years of distinguished service in the 1st Kentucky Volunteer Cavalry. Second Lieutenant Holcomb is commended for exemplary and meritorious service in the Battles of Shiloh and Spotsylvania. Signed: Edward Masters Stanton, Secretary of War. October 22, 1867." I heard the sound of movement in the bed behind me. "Come back to bed, Asa," I heard Todd say. TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: Do not read if this type of material is illegal where you live. Take it easy, guys. If I get one e-mail complaing about vammpires, I don't know what I'm going to do. Haha. You have to keep reading to find out what's really going on.]