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"Through The Coconut Telegraph and The Grape Vine"


By Hawk Richards
Heminway@epix.net


It was early morning in the Faculty lounge; in fact, it was way to
early for some.  Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his
friends and colleagues, sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence.
It was his first day as a Professor at the Institute for Science and
Technology and already he was bored to tears.  He stared idly into the
newspaper propping his feet on the coffee table, while lounging his
tall frame on the hard couch.  As the lounge area started to get more
and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his
first lecture.  After a moment's hesitation, he dismissed the thought
of introducing himself and quickly left with a gradual "Good Day" and
a wink to the ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, "You know him, Janine.  What's the
scoop?" 

"Who?  Dr. Jones?  Yes, we've met before," answered Janine.  In fact,
they had more than just met.  The two of them had become very intimate
very fast at Berkeley several years ago.  It took her a couple of
months to get over their caustic break up, but she still had the urge
to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly handsome features.  He was
the essence of danger, the definition of male chauvinism personified;
yet, she couldn't help loving him.

"He does not look like a scientist, especially the most highly
qualified member of the scientific community," blurted Dr. Ronald
Peterson.  Of course, anybody who didn't wear tweed, a pocket
protector, and spend enormous amounts of time bragging about their
success's meant they probably were not, in Ron's book at least, a
"Scientific Mind."  And, it especially meant they didn't deserve the
praise of all academia like Dr. Jones had already won the year before
with his brilliantly conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively
new frontier of Nano-technology.  

"Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science."

"From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager,
and has no respect for authority," spat Ron in disgust.  Tiny droplets
of spittle flew out of Ron's mouth as he lectured on about how the
necessity for authority and correct behavior was the most important
thing for any Instructor to have because without it there would be
turmoil.  "You see we are considered role models!" he said as his
hands flew up in a revelation.

"I like this Dr. Jones already," whispered Dianne diverting her
thoughts back and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug.  She had
thought she had caught his eyes watching her before he had left and
started to fidget with the top button of her blouse.  She felt that
particular "something" just seeping out from his open-eyed stare.
Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she could feel his animal
magnetism drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

"Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and
his somewhat ground breaking work he would be a associate professor at
a small college in the middle of nowhere," droned Ron as he finally
sputtered out of steam. 

"Tell us more about him, Janine.  This is getting interesting."

 "Well, he is a womanizer.  He drinks too much...and all in all he is
a bad influence."

"Didn't he win that triathlon last year?" asked Lydia, whom up to this
moment sat idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest
rerun of Seinfeld.

"He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut!  Make up your minds,"
demanded Dianne in mock anger.  

"Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense.  He has been married four
times.  Each wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving.
His first wife was a lawyer.  She wanted to change him.  His second
wife was a doctor.  She wanted to settle down and have a family.  His
third wife caught him cheating on her with her own sister."

"His wife's sister?  How tacky," blurted Ron

"And his fourth wife?" asked Dianne.

"Back on the prowl again, Di?  Thought you were going with that
beefcake soldier boy?  What's his name Biff?" stabbed Ron in his
searing trademark highbrow sarcasm.

"No, his name was Bill," she replied licking her lips, thus causing
Ronald to head off to his office after he announced: "Well, I must go
prepare for my 10:00."  She was sure old Ronny had a severe crush on
her and she did everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor
bugger.  

Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the
partially open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into
her jogging outfit.  She found that changing in her office saved her
some extra time before she did her daily exercise routine.  Moreover,
it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he watched her from his
window as she bounced her way down the front steps.  She still smirked
every time she thought about how he reacted as she burst through the
door and bumped into him.  She had made sure her hand had clumsily
boinked him in the groin.  She had often wondered just how exactly
well built he was in the sex department.  She never planned on finding
out by sleeping with him because she couldn't even stand being next to
him let alone under him.

"Is he still married?" Dianne said trying a different approach.

"His fourth wife died of natural causes.  I think it was Cancer."  

"Oh.  That's sad.  Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?"

"For crying out loud Dianne.  You haven't even met him yet."

"What?" she asked indignantly.  "What's wrong with wanting to get to
know your colleagues?"

Lydia rolled her eyes as she chuckled at her colleague's behavior.
Lydia with her innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup portrayed a
natural beauty.  Her deep brown orbs reflected sympathy with their
warm, enticing stare.  She was an optimist and felt everybody needed a
fair chance to prove themselves.  She hadn't officially met Dr. Jones,
but she followed his work very closely.  In her heart and mind she
knew that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the
participants in current childish discussion.  She sat listening to
them because it was as if it all was just another form of
entertainment without any merit whatsoever, entertaining none the
less.  She herself had received her job because of her father, General
Frank Trent.  The government funded research that University relied on
created a need to keep the relationship congenial between the two
institutions.  Her whole life had been planned by her parents.  Her
only time of freedom was in college, where she found her sexuality,
yet do to her strict upbringing she denied herself happiness with her
only true love Kate McCormick.  They were buddies and had met one
fateful night in the TV lounge at their dormitory on a Saturday night.
They kept each other company while the rest of the campus partied
until dawn. 

"And why are you laughing, Lydia?  You should know as well as I do
that good men are hard to find," stated Dianne, whom had always
thought of Lydia as an old maid type.  By the time she would get
around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks would be gone and
she would be left high and dry.  "Or low and wet," Dianne thought to
herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.
She was horny as always.

"Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex
life, I must go to my class," Lydia remarked absconding from the
troubling chatter, which by some strange twist of fate she had been
forced into.

"She really must get out more often," said Dianne nonchalantly not
noticing the look of distaste on Janine's face at her uncalled for
jibing of her best friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and
walked back to her office.  Once inside, she sat down heavily in her
chair.  She couldn't keep her mind off Mac because her mind kept
recalling the long sexy nights she had shared with him in her bed.  It
was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred, that
enticed her and drove her to love him further.  The gentle way he
would kid about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive
language he used while making love and the overall sexy way he looked
at her with his large inquisitive eyes all made her melt like butter
in her seat.  

Soon the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and
she thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust.  "A finger
or two would do," she thought as she closed her eyes.  She had plenty
of time, until her first lecture.  Slowly, as if it moved on its own,
her right hand crept down to pull up her dress.  One hand found a
breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking wet panties.  A
jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in contact
with her slick, feminine perfumed sex.  Through her lust filled daze,
she heard a knock at the door.

Straightening herself up and rushing to the door with a professional
face, she opened the door after unlocking it.  There stood the object
of her fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

"Good morning, Doctor," he said stepping into the small tasteful
office of Dr. Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to
greet him.  In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a
mock romanticism, Mac took her hand and kissed it like he would a
princess.  She noticed his eyes bulge slightly with erotic intent.
She thought at first he had caught her in the act of solitary
pleasure, but a second later it was obvious he knew it, and his eyes
projected that he had.  The evidence was right there under his nose
and he could feel the slight dampness and taste the remnants of her
womanly secretions on her hand.  

"Did I come at a bad time?"

"No, I was just getting some work done," she replied taking her hand
away.

"I bet."

"What do you want Mac?" she asked.

"I just wanted to say hello, that's all," he said stepping closer. She
could feel his magnetic personality pull her towards him.  The deep
lines of character around his sinister smile made her feel woozy.  

"Well, hello.  I am really sorry, but I must be going," she said
picking up her books to leave and get as far away from him as
possible.

"We will catch up later, perhaps?"

"Maybe."

She walked briskly to her classroom thinking about his stare of sexual
innuendo.  He had degraded her once again with just the look in his
eyes.  The knowledge that he knew she had been touching herself made
her want to go and hide forever, but it also made her feel extremely
randy.




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