Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 28

"Let us vote to expel you," she demanded fiercely.

"So driving me from a place I've come to consider a second home is the only thing that will satisfy you?" I sighed. "I don't know you but you appear to be hell-bent on making me miserable. Please explain that to me."

"You are a whore and you turn women into whores," she spat. Whether the other women believed it or not, every one of them knew that was going too far; some were absolutely furious. I stood up and rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to not obey my instinct, which was to slap the crap out of anyone who maliciously called a woman a whore.

"That was uncalled for," I said softly. I started stripping my shirt off. Mhain suddenly looked a tiny bit afraid, although she was still vastly self-righteous through and through. Bryce looked ready to intervene but Dana put a hand on her arm to designate she should give me some leeway.

"Mhain, would you define me as totally irredeemable and destructive to this institution?" I inquired with an even tone.

"Absolutely," she snarled.

"Valarie – knife," I requested. The teachers were seconds from coming out of their seats and shutting me down. Val swept out her butterfly knife from her back and flipped it's blade out before giving it to me. I took it, handle extended, blade resting against my wrist. The only one not on the edge of freaking was Gabrielle, who looked...well, pretty much as she always looked.

I walked up to Mhain, caused her a bit of pain when I grabbed her right arm and pulled it toward me. I slapped the blade's hilt into her palm, then raised the blade to the level so that the blade tip pricked the spot between my ribs, next to my heart.

"Here you go," I growled. "Be a hero. Kill the beast. You will never have a better opportunity than this."

"I won't let you make me a murderer," she worked out angrily after a stunned moment of silence.

"Fine, someone give me a pen so I can menace Mhain with it. That makes it justifiable homicide," I countered. By the looks on Hudson's and Dr. Kennedy's faces, I had just created a mockery of how the real legal system worked.

"Go ahead, Ms. Reynard," Dana Gorman sounded bored. "No one here will contradict your story. Do the world a favor and remove Zane. It is your Christian duty, after all; right?"

For a second, I thought the crazy bitch was going to kill me. She tried pushing the knife forward and blood welled and seeped from the puncture.

She was looking into my eyes with that fanatical gleam in her's shining through, but the eyes are also the windows to the soul. It takes a certain kind of individual to look into a person's eyes and kill them in cold blood. I'll give her this much; she put her left hand on the knife and tried to drive the blade deeper one more time.

With a growl of frustration and rage, she took a half-step back and dropped the knife.

"This proves nothing," she shouted at me.

"Then pick up the knife," I countered. "If you can't bring yourself to kill me, take out a kidney or perforate my liver. That should remove me for the semester."

"All this proves is that you are crazy and evil," she was now starting to hyperventilate.

"But can I stay?" I grilled her. "You have the power to make me leave so make me leave; don't chicken out and hand that burden to someone else. You don't get to have it both ways."

"I'll give it to her both ways," Rio mumbled in a way that made it clear she was way past infuriated. Luckily, Mhain didn't hear or ignored her.

Mhain was still having trouble breathing and now added shivering to the act.

"Pick up the knife and hand it to me," I demanded. She glared but obeyed. I wiped the blade on my trousers, flipped it closed, and returned it to Valarie. "Mhain, please sit down." The nut didn't skip back to her seat but she grudgingly did as I asked.

"I think we can agree to pick up the discussion tomorrow," Virginia Goodswell stood and announced. "Someone get Zane medical attention."

"We will discuss the gross miscarriage of educator responsibility by even allowing a student to arm another student in an apparent rush at suicide," Dr. Kennedy grumbled.

"Mr. Braxton was never in any danger," Gabrielle gazed on the legal scholar coolly. "At the point where Ms. Reynard's muscles gathered the impetus to actually penetrate the pectoral muscles of Mr. Braxton, I would have incapacitated her. There was no danger; thus no dereliction of duties."

"He handed her a knife, placed it in her hands, and aimed the point over his heart," Kennedy persisted.

"Zane was certainly willing to get himself stabbed but Mhain wasn't willing to do the deed," Gabrielle restated herself.

"But Mr. Braxton had no way of knowing that," Dr. Kennedy pointed out. Every woman, except Mhain and one other, stared at her in disbelief.

"Zane," Virginia Goodswell looked to me, "how did you know Mhain wouldn't stab you?"

"I didn't know; I'm not a mind-reader, but I reasoned that she would not presume to ignore absolute authority due to her upbringing. In her mind, no matter what crime a man commits, she should report it to a man to deal with," I replied.

"If there was no risk then that was not a real test," Mhain spat.

"Eu contraire; all you had to do was own up to your own actions and emotions and I'd be dead now," I respond coldly. "All you had to do was admit that you hate me for purely personal reasons and not because of anything God directed you to do."

"You are depraved and despicable," she seethed.

"I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back, "because I have a thousand other bitches who are – scratch that – 999 other bitches – Dr. Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about – who are making my life miserable."

"Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Dr. Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married."

"Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that one day."

"Happily married?" Virginia inquired.

"No; a female law professor at an all-girls school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job."

"Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress relief."

A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me sprawling.

"You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically. "I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a briefcase.

"I have to agree," Dr. Kennedy confirmed. "It has a therapeutic quality to it."

"Bloody hell," I blurt out.

"Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane," Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject to corporal punishment."

"Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?" Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand."

"He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine, Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's...plus whoever is feeling lonely on a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate.

"Uhmm – okay, I think that is my cue to leave," Virginia piped up.

"I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added.

"I'm going home to my family," Dr. Kennedy headed out.

"I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some Pay-per-view," Dana grinned.

"What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired.

"BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been meaning to catch," Dana informed her.

"Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson asked.

"Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were cuddled together, including the odd ones out.

On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side, face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd do just fine.

"Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny."

Oh, fuck!