Ashley headed home from the college on Friday. We were very satisfied lovers.I didn’t hear anything from either girl over the weekend, so I assumed Chris would appear on Monday. I was correct, but her appearance was anything but a reunion of two people who had missed each other.Chris came into my office like an angry cloud first thing Monday morning. She walked up to me and slapped me across the cheek. “You bastard. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on Ashley as soon as I left to do family stuff.” She turned on her heels and strode out into the hallway where there was the steady flow of other students and faculty on the way to their first classes.Ashley came running in right afterwards. “Oh, God. She is so pissed at us. She won’t talk to me. We have a problem. I’ll try to talk to her. Don’t do anything ... and by all means don’t get any of us in trouble. Think.”I was nonplussed. I didn’t dare chase after Christine. I left that for Ashley to do. I just hoped that Chris wouldn’t do. Whitehead had just given.Her face lit up as she saw me. It gave me quite a boost - someone was glad to see me anyway! We filtered out of the crowd and she stood in front of me, grinning. We put our arms round each other - well I was really pleased to see her - and she danced round me."What are you so pleased about - not just seeing me is it? And are you better? Angie said you'd gone home poorly. Hey, your Dr. W. was on form today - better than he's been for weeks - though he does look as though he's been..."She was still grinning.I had been going to say that Dr. W. looked shagged out, but I looked at Sarah closely and saw that she probably fitted that bill too. The skin beside her eyes looked bruised, the eyes themselves well short of their usual clear whiteness."... up all night." I trailed off, realising the possible double entendre."Sarah?"She shook her head, not willing to be drawn.She said, "Come on! I'll buy you coffee. I need food. I'm starving."I followed the Belsen victim,.
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