Next on the agenda was “Greetings from the Sire”. It was Frau Redl who had the honor of introducing him. “Members of the International Assembly, observers, staff, Board Members, physicians, members of the press, I am proud to introduce the young man who powers the Project, feeding it every day, making it grow, who has given so much, in a literal sense, for the health of the human race, the Sire, Khalil David Schreiber, or as we all know him, Kai-Kai! ” Another

This is Part 4 of “Tami, the Naked Freshman”. Percy Jorgon, age 52, Dean of Campbell - Frank College for three years, Assistant Dean at another college for eight years before that, was a longtime veteran of bureaucratic politics.  He was good at stroking egos, and at gently crushing them.  He knew how to get his point across with such subtlety that one could hardly know that the point was his.  He could engineer controversies and purges without anyone being able to de

This is Parts 9 and 10 of “The Long Escape”.         It was not one of your more glamorous exhibition halls, a little run down, Tami told herself as they drove up to it.  It reminded her of the auditorium part of her high school, only bigger.  Actually it was a remodeled hockey rink, with a modest front entrance, above which was a little banner that said, “Sexpo 2001”.           The nude girl bit her lip.  She knew McMasters would be demonstrating some of his sex toys, using

On this spring evening, around the dorms at Campbell - Frank College, the scent of newly risen flowers and fertile, moist earth mingled in the air with young voices from the open windows.   From Pilgrim Hall, Rankin Hall, and the other dorms, students could be heard chatting, laughing, sometimes singing, music from CD’s playing here and there.   Mid-terms over, finals a long way away, an easy, carefree season.           In Pilgrim Hall, Room 207, Jeanette and Latosha, sociolo

He caught up with Brigid after the bell, and walked with her toward the new wing for their last period, Chemistry.  But they didn’t get there because Ms. Kleinfelter stopped them.  She seemed nervous and rushed.           “Miss O’Dierna, sorry for imposing again, but .  .  .  new uniform .  .  .  changes .  .  .  why don’t we go into my office here.  It will only take a minute.”           Ms. Kleinfelter whisked Brigid into her office.  Rod waited in the hall, looking at the

The class went on for the next few minutes, during which Mr. Gianelli reviewed the quadratic formula and the guys in the back of the room reviewed Brigid’s bare shoulders and either her left or right butt cheek, depending on which side of the room the guy was on.           “Attention.  Brigid O’Dierna, please report to the Principal’s Office.”  It was the scratchy voice of Ms. Kennedy, the Main Office secretary.           This announcement jolted everyone.  What is going on?