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 Sue headed into Lied Library at the campus of University of Nevada, Las
Vegas, and looked for the library directory.  She found the section she
needed on the third floor.  She was struggling with math, and the third
floor, hopefully, contained some books that could help her.  She headed up
the stairs, left the stairwell, and headed to the section to see what she
could find.

   Randall James sat quietly at the table on the third floor and pretended
to read.  He was really girl watching.  The thirty-one year old instructor
of Mathematics at Community College of Southern Nevada came to the library
once in a while to observe the local female talent.  He taught Mathematics
at the community college, but also ran a small group of high-class call
girls through his exclusive escort service.  College campuses were a good
place to find new recruits.

   Randall watched the cute blonde girl walk out from behind the stacks and
sit down at the table.  About five foot five, thin legs, a nice round
bottom, and some jiggling up top presented a pretty picture to him.  Her
straight her was about shoulder-length, and she wore it in a ponytail.  She
looked nice.  He pretended to read some more but kept his eyes on her.

   Sue looked at the book she had grabbed from the stack, but there was
nothing there that could help her with College Algebra I.  She had covered
all of this in high school.  She stood up and walked back to the stack to
get a different book.

   Randall watched the girl walk.  The jean shorts were a bit tight, but
that was because of the shape of her butt.  They were also very short.  She
had a nice wiggle and a good gap at the top of her thighs.  And he liked
the way her breasts jiggled.  Randall decided to try and recruit her for
his stable.  He was a teacher, but he made most of his money as a pimp.  He
had three girls right now: two brunettes and an Asian.  He needed a blonde.

   Sue came back with a different math book.  This one appeared to have the
information she needed.  She was failing, and she really did not want to
have to repeat the course.  She grabbed her pen and pad and went to work.

   Randall watched her.  The blonde was obviously agitated.  He would let
her sweat a bit and then offer her some assistance.  However, he had to get
her out of the library quickly.  Randall had a deep ebony color to his
skin. There were still people in this town that resented seeing a black man
with a white woman, especially if she was blonde.  As of late, they had
been quite vocal.  And Randall was not going to date her.  He was going to
put her to work.

   Sue wrestled with the algebra.  This book was very helpful.  She took
notes, but her notes were more of a word-for-word copy.  She would get this
information down on paper, take a soda break, and then head back to her
dorm for dinner.  Then she would study some more tonight.

   Randall watched her leave and then got up and followed.  He was good at
this.  He could approach a strange woman and have her making small talk in
about twenty seconds.  He slowly followed the girl to the lounge
downstairs, keeping a respectful distance.  When she stood in front of the
Coke machine, he approached quickly.

   Randall was an expert at "accidently" bumping into a woman.  When Sue
turned, she ran smack into the tall African-American.  She smiled and said,
"Excuse me."

   "No problem at all," said Randall, returning the smile.  "Did you get
your Math homework done?"

   "How did you know I was doing Math?" asked Sue, smiling, and stepping
aside.

   "It was an easy guess," said Randall, while making his purchase. 
"You're hanging in the Math section and actually doing work.  Most of the
students who come to the library actually come to look for a date, and in
that case the Mathematics section is absolutely barren.  You were actually
doing work.  How is it going?"

   The two found a table in the corner of the lounge and sat down.  Randall
went and got a soft pretzel, and then the conversation continued.

   "I'm having a tough time with College Algebra," said Sue, seriously. 
"It's really more than I expected.  By the way, I'm Sue Williams.  I hope I
can get through this with a C.  I really don't want to have to repeat.  Are
you a student here?"

   "Randall James," he said, offering his hand, which she took and gave a
weak shake.  Nice soft and smooth skin, thought Randall.  "No, I am an
Instructor in math at CCSN.  I also tutor here part time.  We don't have a
very good technical library at CCSN, so I come down here every once in a
while to get the information I need."

   Randall didn't tutor at UNLV.  He did teach at CCSN.  The only thing he
tutored UNLV girls in was anal and oral sex with black men and how to look
great in sexy clothes.

   The couple kept on talking, and Randall convinced Sue to join him
outside on a bench.  There were more than a few glances as they walked
outside.  The two sat on a bench and talked about school in general. 
Randall gradually turned the conversation to math.

   "The problem, as I see it," said Randall, "is that the Nevada high
schools are deficient in math instruction.  So, when the kids get to
university or college, they struggle.  I see it at CCSN as well.  If you
ever need any help....."

   Randall gave Sue his business card, smiled at the girl and left.  Sue
went back to her dorm to eat and study.

   Sue pounded the math all that night.  On Tuesday, when she took the
test, she was just one point on the plus side of a C.  The girl was really
discouraged that her best was a C after all of that studying.  She pulled
Randall's business card out of her wallet and took a long look.  Okay, so
he was black.  That was not a big deal to her, except in the small town
where she grew up there were absolutely no black people.  Still, he seemed
nice, and he did offer to help.  Perhaps she should give him a call.

   Sue pulled out her cell phone and keyed in Randall's number.