Abby
sensed Sara’s bewilderment, and sat down on the floor as she pulled her halter
top on, her breasts jiggling slightly.
Abby
looked up. “Look, you’ve been fixated on this ever since it happened. Like it
was some train wreck you can’t stop staring at. The reason people can’t stop
staring at train wrecks is because they’re abnormal. That’s why you can’t stop
analyzing this whole David thing. You think it’s abnormal.” Abby placed a
reassuring hand onto Sara’s thigh. “Maybe it isn’t abnormal. Maybe, it’s just
one of the most normal things in life, Sara, and maybe you should stop beating
yourself up about it, as if you don’t deserve it.”
Sara
looked down. Abby’s eyes sparkled, and her hair shimmered. Sara leaned
forward, and kissed Abby’s hair. “You’re a good friend, Abby. Let’s go get
some dinner.”
Sara
and Abby walked across the lawn to the dining hall. They didn’t speak, but
enjoyed a friendship deep enough that neither felt they had to speak. This
calmed Sara. She thought about what Abby said. Was it really “abnormal” to
have a relationship with Professor Evans? It certainly was unusual, at least
in Sara’s experience. It wasn’t every day she carried on an affair with her
teacher. Actually, it wasn’t any day that she carried on an affair with
anyone. During undergraduate studies, Sara had devoted herself rather
singularly to the pursuit of law school, and this left no time for a social
life, much less a relationship. So, maybe the encounter with Professor Evans
was abnormal, at least for Sara. But this wasn’t what made the relationship
different.
“Hey,
check it out,” Abby nudged Sara as they entered the large dining hall. Abby
nodded to the corner of the hall, where a young man played a Bach fugue on a
classical guitar. Sara sat down with the others, and waiters filled her plate
immediately with grilled chicken, corn, carrots, and pears. Sara felt a bit
uncomfortable being waited on hand and foot like this. And that guitar player;
he made her feel like she was supposed to be some sort of queen.
Sara
ate quietly, lost in thought. It was truly a pleasant meal. So, what was so
wrong with that? Was it bad because it made her feel like a queen? Sara
sighed to herself. Abby was right. Sara really was making too much of
things. Sara looked over at Abby, who was laughing at someone else’s joke.
She was beautiful, and not just physically. She took all of life in stride.
Whatever happened simply happened, and never seemed to pose any particular
issue. Sara admired – what was it, exactly? – Abby’s control over life,
maybe. Anyway, it was enough by itself to make Sara want to be near her, and
learn.
Sara
felt something on her leg. It was Abby’s foot, slowly caressing Sara’s ankle.
Normally, Sara wasn’t this frivolous; playing footsie was for people who didn’t
have much direction in life. Sara smiled to herself, thinking how Abby had
nurtured Sara, ushering her through her broadening horizons. Sara caressed
Abby’s thigh lightly.
Typically,
Sara studied in her room after supper, and tonight was no exception. Sara took
a cup of Earl Grey tea back to her room, and sat down to her latest article – a
riveting tome on law and economics. Normally Sara could stand about an hour
pouring over this type of reading material, but there was something about
Oxford – maybe it was the treatment, maybe it was just the ambiance of the
place – that just made Sara want to study, and then study harder. Sara looked
up at the clock, and noticed it’d been three hours. She leaned back in her
chair, stretching her back. She smiled to herself. Life was good. Sara
started slightly as she
sensed Sara’s bewilderment, and sat down on the floor as she pulled her halter
top on, her breasts jiggling slightly.
Abby
looked up. “Look, you’ve been fixated on this ever since it happened. Like it
was some train wreck you can’t stop staring at. The reason people can’t stop
staring at train wrecks is because they’re abnormal. That’s why you can’t stop
analyzing this whole David thing. You think it’s abnormal.” Abby placed a
reassuring hand onto Sara’s thigh. “Maybe it isn’t abnormal. Maybe, it’s just
one of the most normal things in life, Sara, and maybe you should stop beating
yourself up about it, as if you don’t deserve it.”
Sara
looked down. Abby’s eyes sparkled, and her hair shimmered. Sara leaned
forward, and kissed Abby’s hair. “You’re a good friend, Abby. Let’s go get
some dinner.”
Sara
and Abby walked across the lawn to the dining hall. They didn’t speak, but
enjoyed a friendship deep enough that neither felt they had to speak. This
calmed Sara. She thought about what Abby said. Was it really “abnormal” to
have a relationship with Professor Evans? It certainly was unusual, at least
in Sara’s experience. It wasn’t every day she carried on an affair with her
teacher. Actually, it wasn’t any day that she carried on an affair with
anyone. During undergraduate studies, Sara had devoted herself rather
singularly to the pursuit of law school, and this left no time for a social
life, much less a relationship. So, maybe the encounter with Professor Evans
was abnormal, at least for Sara. But this wasn’t what made the relationship
different.
“Hey,
check it out,” Abby nudged Sara as they entered the large dining hall. Abby
nodded to the corner of the hall, where a young man played a Bach fugue on a
classical guitar. Sara sat down with the others, and waiters filled her plate
immediately with grilled chicken, corn, carrots, and pears. Sara felt a bit
uncomfortable being waited on hand and foot like this. And that guitar player;
he made her feel like she was supposed to be some sort of queen.
Sara
ate quietly, lost in thought. It was truly a pleasant meal. So, what was so
wrong with that? Was it bad because it made her feel like a queen? Sara
sighed to herself. Abby was right. Sara really was making too much of
things. Sara looked over at Abby, who was laughing at someone else’s joke.
She was beautiful, and not just physically. She took all of life in stride.
Whatever happened simply happened, and never seemed to pose any particular
issue. Sara admired – what was it, exactly? – Abby’s control over life,
maybe. Anyway, it was enough by itself to make Sara want to be near her, and
learn.
Sara
felt something on her leg. It was Abby’s foot, slowly caressing Sara’s ankle.
Normally, Sara wasn’t this frivolous; playing footsie was for people who didn’t
have much direction in life. Sara smiled to herself, thinking how Abby had
nurtured Sara, ushering her through her broadening horizons. Sara caressed
Abby’s thigh lightly.
Typically,
Sara studied in her room after supper, and tonight was no exception. Sara took
a cup of Earl Grey tea back to her room, and sat down to her latest article – a
riveting tome on law and economics. Normally Sara could stand about an hour
pouring over this type of reading material, but there was something about
Oxford – maybe it was the treatment, maybe it was just the ambiance of the
place – that just made Sara want to study, and then study harder. Sara looked
up at the clock, and noticed it’d been three hours. She leaned back in her
chair, stretching her back. She smiled to herself. Life was good. Sara
started slightly as she
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