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lady replies. “He’s a good person to work for and very fair.”
    Richard interrupts by kissing his wife’s cheek. “Excuse me, dear. I promised some time with a couple of my colleagues.”
    Helen laughs. “You mean you want to start the poker game in that room on the third floor.”
    “Something like that,” he grins back.
    “Don’t lose too much money.” They share a quick, hot kiss and Richard heads off.
    “He doesn’t care much for these sort of affairs,” the Dean tells me as watches him go. There is a fond smile on her face, very similar to the one I see on Diane’s features when she looks at me.
    That gives me a moment’s mental pause for my own facial muscles start to echo her expression. I shouldn’t feel this way. Diane’s only human and she can’t get too close. I’m too dangerous to her.
    “So, Georges,” Dr. Metaxas asks as she turns back to us, “do you have plans for any more…” Her sentence is cut off with a gasp. For a second her eyes light up and a shiver goes through her. Then some color leaves her face. Her mouth tightens into grim fear.
    “Hey, Dean.” A familiar voice just behind me tells me what caused this reaction. I turn my head as Mandy and her chief follower step up next to me. Ms. Richardson’s sexuality couldn’t be more on display. Everything she wears from her leather jacket to her motorcycle boots is black. With her sandy blonde hair cut short it’s obvious who is the dominant in their relationship.
    Christy as always is the opposite. Garbed in a clinging, high hemmed pink dress quite inappropriate for the weather she’s clearly the submissive. The way Mandy’s arm is draped over her shoulder makes it obvious the gold tressed woman is property.
    “What are you do…” the Dean starts to blurt.
    “I crashed,” Mandy cuts her off. “There’s so many people here that no one notices.”
    “ Bonsoir, Ms. Richardson, Coburn.” My voice is frosty. I’m finding Mandy is beginning to raise my ire.
    “Hey, prof,” Mandy replies in a mocking tone. Her gaze slides past me. “Who’s this tasty piece?” she inquires. A lecherous smirk leers across her face.
    “Not one you’ll ever taste,” snaps the beautiful woman on my arm.
    “Feisty too.” The anger in Mandy’s eyes tells me she doesn’t like that character trait at all.
    Without thought I place myself between Diane and my student.
    Ms. Richardson looks startled for a second. Then her face hardens and she grits her teeth in anger. There is a long moment of aggressive tension.
    Christy breaks that tableau by whispering in her owner’s ear.
    “Oh, that’s right,” Mandy remarks. She looks at the Dean and cocks her head in my direction.
    “Um, Georges?” I hardly recognize Dr. Metaxas’s voice. It’s so tremulous and soft. I’ve heard similar things in the past. She’s doing something she doesn’t want to do but has no choice in the matter.
    After a moment of throat clearing Helen goes on. “The, the university has a policy about classes.” Her face is downcast and her eyes stare at the floor. “There’s no rule limit, limiting just students to classes. We encourage people to attend any class they want to.”
    Her speech done her eyes come back up to Ms. Richardson. Her expression is both fearful and inquiring. It seems to me she’s checking if my student approves of her actions. Her relief when Mandy nods is palpable.
    The sandy haired dyke looks at me and her face holds both triumph and contempt. She knew she would win our little conflict and loathes me for having the temerity to get in her way.
    It doesn’t end here, Ms Richardson, and I would be extremely wary of pushing this too far. You don’t know what you are dealing with.
    I nod at the Dean. “ D’accord , Dr. Metaxas. It shall be as you say.” I find that my liking for the Dean has vanished and my tone is colored by that new lack.
    Helen nods back. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve other people I have to talk to.” The shine