Message-ID: <7416eli$9801181710@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: Kathy by Morgan (M/F) Chapter 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 10 (M/F) (166 lines) January 17, 1998 Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments. This is the tenth section of a book that runs 26 chapters. Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning. It will make no sense otherwise. I hope to have the balance of the book posted within a week or so. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non- commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 10 "Bright college years with pleasures rife, the shortest, gladdest years of life. How swiftly are ye gliding by..." Kathy could feel tears forming in her eyes as the Yale Alma Mater was played. She was standing, singing it with her graduating classmates, "...In after years should troubles rise, to cloud those bright and sunny skies..." She thought of her life's reversal. It wasn't "after years;" for her they were prior years. Just a few short years earlier she had been a prostitute with no future at all. Now, the President having formally conferred degrees, she was a graduate, with highest honors, of one of the world's most prestigious universities. She wondered what Julie would think of her now. The song continued towards its conclusion. Kathy shook out her handkerchief in preparation for the last lines. She waved in time with the rest as they sang "...for God, for Country, and for Yale!" 'This is my graduation,' she thought, standing straight. 'These were good years. The diploma I receive back at Calhoun College reads, "artium liberalium baccalaurei, summa cum laude." My final class standing is number four. Maybe I should have majored in math or engineering. The liberal arts faculty won't ever give grades as high as the engineering and math guys do.' She smiled at the thought. Finally the ceremony ended and the crowd scattered towards the residential colleges. Kathy went to Calhoun College where diplomas would be distributed. When the master called her name, she walked over to receive her diploma. Calhoun is one of Yale's Gothic colleges. 'A true "ivy covered hall,"' Kathy thought as she reached out her hand. The master, after giving her the diploma, put out his arms and pulled her into a powerful hug. "Kathy," he said softly, "having you here at Calhoun has been one of my real pleasures at Yale. I'm only sorry you didn't spend more time with us." He kissed her on the cheek, and raised his voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, could we have a round of applause for the Queen of Yale College and Calhoun's top graduate this year, Katherine J. Smith!" Her classmates stood and applauded as, red faced, she walked back to her seat. Bob Ferguson had come up for commencement and was seated next to her. "Kathy, Sam would be so proud. I know I am. Everything he hoped you would do, you have done. And far more besides. You're wonderful, Hon. And I think you have some visitors. There are a group of guys standing back there waving at you." She turned in her seat and looked back. There were John and Bill who had graduated the previous year; Jack, Kevin and other classmates still wearing their academic gowns; and other underclass fraternity brothers who had stayed on for graduation. When she went back to see them she kissed Bill and John and held their hands, "I missed you big lugs! Thank you so much for coming." Again she could feel tears starting to roll down her cheeks. John took her into his arms, hugged her, and stroked her hair. "I wouldn't miss it for the world! For our baby sister to be graduating without Bill and me here to see it is ridiculous." He held her at arms length. "You still look great, babe. But look out for that eruption," he added in a whisper. When John released her, Bill took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. He whispered with his lips close to her ear, "Kathy, I still remember that pool game. You were so beautiful. You stood there like an Amazon defending your world. I guess you know it changed me. I've met a wonderful girl who I want to introduce to you. We're planning on being married in a couple of years when I finish business school." Kathy gave him a warm kiss and then held him away, "Bill, I'm so happy for you! That's wonderful news!" She lowered her voice to a whisper and added, "But can she shoot pool?" Bill grinned and faked a swing at her. Then Bob Ferguson joined the happy group. Kathy proudly introduced the men to Bob. Handshakes were exchanged all around. Bob said, "So you're the guys I've heard so much about. It sounds trite, I know, but Kathy has told me all about you." He saw some faces redden. "Well, maybe not quite all. She was orphaned some years ago and has no brothers and sisters of her own. I know, though, that she loves you as much as she could possibly love real ones. I want to thank you all for everything you've done for Kathy while she's been in New Haven." The boys laughed. "I don't know what Kathy's been telling you," said Jack, "but it couldn't be the truth. What we've done for *her*? Or *to* her? The reality is what she's done for us. Aside from winning every award for us there was to win, she whipped us into shape." His expression suddenly changed, "Good Heavens! I didn't realize. You must be the Mr. Ferguson who..." Ferguson smiled, "Guilty." Jack looked at John. "Maybe you didn't hear. Last fall, we got the word from the University about our house: Clean up or close up... and fast. It was all the structural work: the fire safety stuff, and the bathrooms. The cost was nearly a million dollars. Then we got a call from a man named Ferguson Mr. Ferguson, here, obviously who is trustee of a foundation in Norfolk. He said we won an award for capital projects of a million..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at Bob Ferguson, whose head was bent as he studied something fascinating on the ground. Then he looked at Kathy who was trying to disappear into the shrubbery. "Of course, it was you! My God, how dumb can we be. Kathy's from Norfolk and by a coincidence a Norfolk-based charitable foundation decides that an impoverished fraternity in New Haven damnyankee territory, if you will needs money to fix its joint up. Katherine Smith, don't you dare try to hide! Stand up straight in front of the Alpha Council. What do you have to say for yourself?" Kathy stood up straight in front of him. Tears started to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't want... I don't know what I mean." She continued to stand with her head up straight and her arms at her sides as the tears started to pour down her cheeks. Jack took her in his arms and held her. He could feel her body shaking with sobs as she nestled into his shoulder. He stroked her hair which was silken gold. "God, Kathy, I'm sorry. Look at you!" He held her out at arms length. "You're sorry for getting us more money than we could ever think about and on a single phone call, I'll bet! Right?" Kathy nodded her head. "You lovely little idiot. You're standing there crying because you saved our house, for chrissakes. That's really something to be ashamed of." Then he took her into his arms and kissed her hard. When he released her, the other brothers took her and kissed her, too. Soon Kathy's head was swimming. Some of the kisses were decidedly unbrotherly. Jack looked at Ferguson. "It *was* only a single call, wasn't it? It had to be. The timing was too quick for anything else. I'll bet we got your letter only a couple of days after Kathy knew. My God! What did she tell you?" Bob Ferguson looked a little sheepish. "Well, she said that you fellows had a financial emer gency, and... well... Oh hell, it's all her money anyway!" The boys spun on Kathy who was glaring at Bob Ferguson, "You promised!" Ferguson looked miserable, "I'm sorry, Hon. It slipped out." "Katherine Smith, are we to understand that you made a gift to the house of one million dollars *of your own money!* Is that true?" Kathy nodded once. "She's done it to us again, guys! She really has. John, I think it was your idea to pledge Kathy into the house, wasn't it? What a dumb move. All we got out of that deal was a house full of trophies, a crown or two, a jump in our academic standing, a few athletic records and a million dollars." He took Kathy in his arms and kissed her again. He kept his arm around her waist as he turned towards his friends. He started to laugh. "This reminds me somehow of that old story about the shotgun marriage to the beautiful nymphomaniac whose father owns a liquor store... But I'm not sure why." He looked at Kathy as he laughed harder. She started to laugh, too. Everyone else joined in. Soon they were rolling on the grass, with everyone piling on Kathy. Someone started to tickle her, another joined in. Then her arms and legs were held as Jack tickled her ribs. "I'm not ticklish," Kathy said in a voice that carried no conviction. She was laughing harder and trying to roll into a ball to escape but her arms and legs were trapped. Jack knew how to use his hands and was able to control his fingertip pressure. It was just the right pace and pressure to maximize Kathy's torment. Tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks. Finally she yelled, "I give up! I'll be good! I'll never do it again, I promise!" The friends holding her limbs had to let go because they were laughing too hard to hold on any longer. The laughter slowly subsided. Kathy got to her feet and looked down at her academic gown, now covered with dust, leaves, and grass clippings that she rather ineffectually tried to brush off. There were leaves in her hair, a dirt smudge and tear stains on her cheeks. While trying to wipe off a tear she left a grubby finger mark. Jack thought she was the most beautiful girl alive. She gave up the effort. "How many of you guys can join us for lunch?" A group of seven including Jack, Bill, and John agreed. The others had to get back to relatives and friends up for their own graduation celebrations. "Come on, guys, we're off to Mory's to celebrate!" She looked at herself ruefully. "Provided they'll let us in looking like this. It's my treat." "No it's not," said Jack. "You see, the fraternity has this mysterious benefactor who gave us a million dollars and the repairs have all been paid for and we still have a few bucks left, so..." They walked arm in arm up Elm Street. Kathy thought about University of Virginia Law School in Charlottesville, her next stop. Thomas Jefferson's school... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |