My Dream pt 3

Sydney looked up at me with very sad eyes as if to ask if she could come in. With out saying a word I took her in my arms and pulled into the house. Her arms felt like ice cubes so I rubbed her arms to warm them up. A few minutes later I had her in a hot shower and when she was done I dried her off before dressing her in a nightgown. I took her to bed and she laid in my arms and her head on my chest.

I made a firm commitment to myself that I would never bring up the invitations again. I didn't want to take the chance in losing her. I didn't care what her reasons were as long and she stayed by my side. But the subject wouldn't die as I found out a few days later.

Wednesdays was my day to sit in my office and help any student that wanted it. The Dean wanted to give every student in the school every chance to pass his or her courses. So he decided that one day of the week teachers would be free to sit and help any student that came to their door. I thought that this was a great idea and I willingly did my best to help each student.

In the beginning of the term I got very few students at my door. But when the midterm came I was inundated with students requesting help. Now that we were once more at the beginning of the second half of the first term my office was empty. I was scanning the stock market deciding if I should move some of my stocks when I heard a knock on my door. Before I could get up to answer it the door open a gorgeous women walked in.

She came in placed her purse and her sunglasses on my desk before extending her hand and said, "Doctor Fenten my name is Lacy Mitchell, Dean Mitchell's wife."

I cringed whenever anyone called me doctor. True I was one but I hated using the title. I preferred being called professor now that I was teaching and my students knew it.

When I took Lacy's hand she enclosed mine with both of her hands and held on for longer then I thought was appropriate. Her hands were cool and soft and her well manicured nail scratched my hand slightly.