Chapter 79 -- A University Proposal
"Provost Palmer, this is Dave Toller; the man I've been telling you about."
I shook hands with the much older man. He was obviously sizing me up against what criteria I'd never know.
Ann Morrow gestured to the seats at the conference table in the university provost's office. She set the tone for the meeting. "Just so we're all on the same page, let me begin.
"David Toller wants to make a major shift in careers. He's resigned his CEO role at Cyber Solutions, and now would like to teach, do research, and take on various challenges in academia. As you know, Dean Palmer, I have had aspirations for this university regarding our STEM curricula that have remained unfulfilled for years. I see Mr. Toller's arrival as a chance to make some of those happen. Of course, we need your approval as well as that from a few other key stakeholders."
Provost Palmer said, "Why not just take this to the curriculum committee?"
"Because there is nothing like what I want to have happen anywhere on campus. I am concerned that committee doesn't have the skill to judge what we propose. This is not a linear extension of something we're already doing. This is a large change and shift. This would make us a true university. We would almost be establishing a whole second university inside this one. This isn't about one or two courses; this is about a new college, new departments, many new courses, and many new faculty members."
"Say more."
"I want Mr. Toller to start a College of Engineering, with an emphasis on computer and network engineering, his long suit educationally and experientially. He agrees, of course."
"And other faculty?"
"We'd need to hire them."
"And the money to do this?" the Provost probed. I learned later that he just wanted to us talk about it. He already knew some details from Ann.
I spoke up, "All the money would come from me, sir.
Ann said, "I've worked through various numbers with Mr. Toller. He would fund the building of a large engineering building that could also be used for STEM-type classes -- that's his restriction on the use of the building. He'd also guarantee the academic salaries of the teaching staff we hire, as well as any technical or administrative aides, for the next twelve years. After that, they become the responsibility of the university, although he plans to leave an endowment. By then, if the numbers we have are close to plan, that segment of the students will have that part of the college in the black financially. In fact, we'll be in the black after the first year if our expectations on attendance are met."
The provost asked, "And you think you can find the talent to teach here?"
Ann and I answered in unison, "Yes, without doubt."
"Then what do I have to do?"
"On behalf of the university, the trustees, and the other faculty, you need to accept this proposal. Here's the letter we'd like you to issue after you have the others on our side on this."
"Do you think the other faculty will back this?"
"We do; at least about two-thirds of them. I did a bit of survey." Ann spoke crisply.
"I'll handle the trustees. Yes, this is good for the university, the state, and the community. I'll be back to you soon. We have a trustee's meeting on Thursday."
"We know. That's why we got on your calendar today."
I spoke up, "Provost Palmer, I want to remind you that some of my detractors may put significant weight on some avocations I've had as well as my lifestyle. Is that a concern?"
Palmer laughed and shook his head. "Mr. Toller, I know about your career in pornography and also about your ... complicated family arrangements. Those pale in comparison to the good that you and your money will do for this institution, and THAT is my concern. The other points are YOUR concern, and not mine or the university's." He was still laughing. I guessed that money still talked.
Ann led me back across the campus quad from the administration building to where her office was. She was happy. Ann taught sociology and anthropology, and had found a way to relate all her courses to the community and even the corporate world.
As we walked, Ann said, "I want to convince you to speak at my senior-level class next week. I will also open up the class to my other students and grad students so they can see you, too. The subject would mostly be the crazy lifestyle you and your friends have."
"You're kind of in it, too," I protested.
"Yeah, but you're especially articulate about it. I'll email you a list of questions we can use to get the class discussion started. Right now, I have something else on my mind."
"Oh, what's that?" I asked naively.
"I am so hyped up on what just happened with the provost, that I need you to fuck me clear into next year. Come on. Faculty offices have locks on their doors for a reason."
"Errr, is that really a good idea? I mean, you could come to the house tonight and we could ..."
Ann gave me a glaring look. "I'm horny right NOW ... and I'll be horny LATER. I want to get fucked NOW ... and LATER, not just later."
"What if you get caught?"
"Unlikely. I've done this a couple of times before. Some of my friends on the faculty have done this, too. Locked doors are respected. Besides, I may even have some leverage with the ethics committee; I fucked the head of it a few months ago in his office."
Ten minutes later, I was balls deep in Professor Ann Morrow as she lay back on her desk with her legs in the air. We were both naked. Her second story window looked out over the campus quad, but no one could really see in without a ladder. I'd double-checked to be sure the door was locked. Ann was one hot teacher. Why didn't I have teachers like her when I was in college? Then again, maybe I did. I would have been too dumb to know.
I'd pull out of her pussy and then eat her for a few minutes and then we'd restart. She tasted like fine wine. We did that cycle a half-dozen times, and by then she'd puddled on her desk, and I know that I smelled like raw sex because I had her fluids all down my legs and around my groin and face. Also, by then, Ann had had a few orgasms and I was thinking about dumping my load in her on the next one.
