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The next time after he'd bedded AP he was in the gym with Lee Haynesworth, try as he might, Quentin Rackley could not wipe the smile off his face. Dr. Haynesworth didn't even need to ask if he'd gone out with AP. He didn't have to ask if he'd slept with AP. He didn't have to ask if she was any good in bed. He didn't have to ask if he'd see her again. He could tell.

A month later, Lee Haynesworth saw AP having coffee in the Student Center and joined her. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face. "Is there something you want to tell me, AP?"

"Not really, but I will say this, I don't think I'll be making a report to the President."

"Oh, so is there something you want to thank me for?"

"Well . . ."

"Why don ‘t we meet at the Quincy Hotel Friday night?"

"No chance, Lee. First, I wouldn't be caught dead there. Second, you'd have to stay away from those girls and that woman for at least two weeks."

"Then, we'd have a date?"

"Then, I'd think about it," AP smiled.

Dr. Haynesworth promised to NOT see Monica, Paula, Myo and Mrs. Kelly for two weeks.

"And no other women."

"Done."

After returning to her office, AP thought about what she'd kinda', sorta' agreed to. What have I done? And I'd have to stay away from Quentin, too. That's only fair.

Two weeks went by. They were the longest of Dr. Haynesworth's life. Almost every day one of those Tau Upsilon Phi girls knocked on his office door. Every day, they seemed to wear more and more enticing clothing; trying to lure him to bed. Monica Santoro showed up at his office, sat down and not so subtly spread her legs. She wasn't wearing panties. Somehow he resisted the temptation.

For AP, it was almost the same. Quentin would call her and ask to see her. He sent her flowers. At night, she'd fall asleep thinking of fucking him; thinking of blowing him; thinking of his tongue.

Two weeks after that meeting in the Student Center, AP poked her head in Lee's office, "Why don't you make a reservation at the Gloucester Inn? It should be pretty secluded at this time of year."

"Two nights?" He smiled.

"Two nights," she laughed. A month ago, she hadn't been fucked in almost a year. Now, there was Quentin Rackley and the possibility of Lee Haynesworth.

From the private detective's report, she knew he had a big one, and those women couldn't get enough of whatever it was he had, and he couldn't get enough of them.

AP teased him as they drove north from Boston. She reached over and rubbed his crotch. "What is it those girls and that woman find so intriguing?"

"You're going to have to find out for yourself."

Once they were in their room, they couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. "AP, I've been waiting to be with you like this forever." He tried to talk with his tongue in her mouth.

"What were you thinking about?" She said as she unhooked her bra.

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