Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A

"But child, you're going to lose that family sure enough on this path." Sharon ducked her head.

"I may... or maybe they'll get tired of me... I'm old, I can't keep up with these younger women, they'll want someone better looking." She sighed, aware that what she was saying was not the whole truth... the other BZ Sisters were not able to keep up with her. Too late she realized that they might have been strategically holding back, but the knowledge was of little use to her by then. She waved a distressed hand at her face and chest, "Look at me, I'm a mess... the stress is giving me worse break outs then I had in high school." Bettie nodded, rubbing her chin in thought.

"We could put you on Accutane... that'd clear it up." Sharon shook her head.

"I've heard about that... they say it causes irritable bowel syndrome."

"Poppycock!" the older woman nearly cackled, "That's like saying Tylenol causes anxiety... I don't think IBS is really a disease... it's for people with too much time on their hands and not enough needs doing... or folks who want to escape from doing something." Sharon nodded, though she was not sure she fully agreed with the nurse's assessment... Then again, the friends she had who were afflicted were without an exception she could name annoyingly self-absorbed and forever afflicted with some ailment. "The only real worry is you can't be in the sun," Bettie continued, and Sharon shrugged in defeat.

"And I have to tan." Bettie frowned at her as if she was babbling incoherently. Sharon rolled her eyes, "My... uhm, my employer is insisting." Recognition dawned and Bettie nodded her head.

"See, you got to get away from them. What if you didn't come back for the next semester of school?" Sharon shook her head.

"They'd just send my husband photos... or videos.. Or DVDs... or websites..." She shivered, "God, it is hopeless." Bettie patted her shoulder.

"Well, now, you've survived this long without your family finding out, right?" Sharon nodded. "And you've met some people you can trust... people who will help you no matter what." Sharon considered... Would Kelly be there for her? Then she realized Bettie meant the people at the clinic. She managed a smile.

"Thank you, Bettie... And Dr. Brian, too." Bettie seemed shocked.

"He knew 'bout this?!" Sharon blushed but nodded.

"He saw the tattoos when I was here... when I had the IUD placed. He basically tried to get me to stop, like you're doing... But he wasn't judgmental either." She smiled, "Maybe it's just you two, but you're right, it's a start."

"Well, he's a good doctor... and a good man if he'd just stop brooding about problems he can't fix," Bettie frowned, "He's serious about protecting your privacy-- hadn't even told me about your... situation, and I thought he told me everything." Sharon patted the older woman's hand.

"I'm sorry, but I've already been here long enough I may be late to work..." she blushed, "Is it good I just see it as another job?" It had been Bettie's turn to shrug.

"Wait here," the gaunt older woman moved quickly to a cart, plucking a tube out after considering the contents of the second drawer she had opened. "This should help with that acne. The instructions are on the tube." Sharon reached for her wallet, but the nurse caught her hand, "No, Honey, that's on me. And I am sorry about the way I treated you... I just thought," she shrugged, "I don't know what I thought... But it wasn't very Christian of me." Sharon had laughed and thanked the woman, relieved when her new friend had suggested she slip out the back door to avoid the patients in the waiting area who had heard the outburst. And at the door, she had clutched Sharon's hand, holding her back for a moment.

"You keep your head up and protect yourself," she had said sternly, "And come back next week and we'll get you that Gardasil shot."

"It isn't just for younger women?" Bettie laughed.

"Honey, let's face it, what you're doing is for younger women... We'll see you're as safe as can be. Just come back next week."

Sharon had promised to do just that, and she meant to keep her promise, even if an extra week had somehow jumped past. She was not sure why she had not explained to Kelly where she went to get checked out; she had told her friend, partner, and lover that she was going to make sure she was 'all right' after the past weekends' activities, and had previously mentioned that she'd been to a local clinic for care, but for some reason she was hesitant to be specific, and Kelly had not asked; she guessed Kelly had assumed she would use student health. Every time she had come she had wondered why she kept her visits secret, and while she had never been aware of an answer, and was mildly embarrassed at doing it, she had not changed her behavior, either.

Though naïve, Sharon was not stupid. Her first visit to the clinic, parking away from the run down building had left her susceptible to an awful stranger. The second visit, she had parked right in front without thinking twice about it, and the upscale car had drawn the staff's ire. Looking at it from their perspective, she could not fault them-- how many free care patients drove Range Rovers? Of course, from the flashy Lincoln Town Car and the chromed out Escalade parked to the right of the building, she wondered if the ladies' claim had been merely convenient. Her father had once pointed to a brand new Camaro sitting in the drive of a run down house when she had been learning to drive.

"See that, Sharon," he had asked, not waiting for an answer, "People find the money to buy what they want, no matter how much they make. Just make sure you want to spend your money on the right things." He had always had a ready suggestion or homily, and Sharon found herself fighting back tears, wondering what he would say if he saw what she was doing now. Squaring her shoulders, Sharon fiercely assured her ego or id... she wished she had actually attended class some of the time, she could not remember which was which, that he would-- she was protecting her family.

The bells on the inside of the wired glass door jangled as she entered, and Sharon hurried to the counter, relieved that the warm acceptance of the staff from the week before had not been a momentary ploy to get rid of the crazy white woman. The woman seated behind the desk, whose nametag read 'Carol' smiled at Sharon and held the requisite clipboard out for her.

"Have a seat, honey, and we'll be right with you." Sharon nodded and took a seat, puzzled, then relieved when the page on the clipboard was not the ubiquitous medical records form but a suduko puzzle and a note, 'We'll get to you soon.' It was signed 'Bettie.' Sharon almost relaxed as she set about trying to complete the number puzzle. She had seen Scott doing them over the summer and had tried, but typically had better ways to occupy her time.

She had been making progress when a commotion to the side drew her attention... As her eyes came up, Sharon told herself it was not so much a commotion as it was the... attention. Sure enough, two young black men seated side by side in the small waiting room were staring at her intently.

The more aggressive, bouncing a knee unconsciously as he stared smiled more widely, elbowing his partner as his smile grew to a leer.

"Tol' you it was her. Damn, she's smoking' hot..." Sharon knew she should look away, return her attention to the puzzle, pretend they weren't there, or better, that they had embarrassed her. Something sparked inside of her though, and aside from weathering the almost expected 'Twang' that accompanied the anger, making her eyes flicker for a moment, she kept her gaze riveted on the pair.

"Naw, man... no way that her," his buddy shook his head, "Sure, it look like her, but half the time she wearin' a mask... Could be any blonde woman." The first of the pair shook his head, or rather, tilted it, reminding her of watching Stevie Wonder on television, but at a much faster tempo.

"Dawg, you starin' at a grade A porn star and won't believe it. S'why Myrna won't give it up, chump."

"Shit," the second youth snorted, "You so sure, why you sittin' there... I hear you, allas telling' what you'd do if you met her." Sharon was still staring, idly wondering if they would get up the courage to approach her. The other patients had not seemed to notice, beyond the disapproving glares of a few of the women.

"What 'chu lookin' at, bitch?" the first young tough leaned toward her, his voice lower, though a few of the others noticed what he was saying, turning their scowls on him to no evident effect. Sharon knew she should apologize, or avert her eyes... or both. Instead, she rolled her eyes, shaking her head in mock sympathy.

"Just boys," she pursed her lips and arched her back just enough; smiled as the movement drew both young men's eyes to her chest. She knew she should quail when the alpha of the pair jerked to his feet at her obvious insult.

"Boys?" he barked a laugh, "You're her, all right... Sharon, the black cock slut." Sharon pursed her lips as others in the room gasped in shock. In her peripheral vision she saw Carol push back from the counter, turning to say something down the hall. Sharon could not stop herself from taunting the young man.

"You'll never know for sure," she answered in mock sympathy, "Whatever brings you here, anyway, a little sore on your peter?" One of the older men, who had been feigning indifference, nearly choked at that. The younger men glared at him to no real benefit, then the ballsy one took a step toward her, hands out, flashing some sign to emphasize his bravado.

"You'll be getting an exposure to it, bitch." Sharon raised an eyebrow, stretching languidly, the movement leaving her right foot clear of the left. "You'll choke on what I got." His buddy tried to catch the sleeve of his hoodie.

"C'mon, man, it ain't even her, I tol' you." Sharon pursed her lips, winking at the second young man.

"Oh, but I am," she purred, licking her lower lip and letting her eyes flicker closed in just the way that enticed men when she was on stage. "But I only entertain men... You'll just have to play with yourselves and remember you met me."

"I'll play with..." the first young man actually caught hold of the mascot sweatshirt Sharon was wearing before she kicked up with all her might. For a moment, the young man seemed unaffected, and then his hand slipped off of her shoulder to clutch at his groin. Knees sagging together, whatever he had been gong to say was a gurgle as he collapsed into the chair sitting at a right angle to Sharon. She smiled wolfishly, reveling in the pleasure at having hurt him. The young man's friend was frozen in place, eyes wide."

"Sharon," Carol called, "We're ready for you," and in case any of the other patients chose to protest, "We can't leave you out here being threatened by other patients." Sharon stood with as much poise as she could muster, leaning over to kiss the second young man on the cheek.

"Ignore your friend's advice," she whispered, "But be yourself and treat Myrna right, and she'll surprise you." Switching her hips more suggestively than was necessary, the married white mother could feel the others' eyes on her as she sauntered to the open doorway to the treatment area. The power she felt at having dominated the young tough... God, it was exhilarating!

She barely restrained a shout, suppressing the urge to smile out of a dim understanding the women in the clinic might misunderstand. Bettie led her to an empty exam room, having swept the syringe encased in a ziplock bag up from the med room's counter as she passed. At her motion, Sharon shucked the hoodie, belatedly realizing she was bare beneath. The older nurse pursed her lips, then shook her head and swabbed Sharon's upper arm with an alcohol pad.

"I don't have many bras," Sharon managed, knowing it sounded lame. And glad she had not been asked to drop the sweat bottoms.

"Mm-hmm," Bettie nodded, "Can't have you dressing proper like, can they." Sharon smiled gratefully, nodding. The needle stabbed forward into her muscle, but Bettie was good at what she did-- Sharon barely felt it. A moment later it was done. "You'll need a booster. Carol can set an appointment up, but just come in sometime around it and we'll take care of you." She smiled at Sharon, then, "Are you all right?" Sharon nodded reflexively, but her eyes fell to the alarming constellation of acne dotting her chest.

"I wish I knew what was causing this." Bettie shrugged,

"You're showering enough?" Sharon laughed at that.

"Sorry, Bettie... I wind up showering several times a day."

"No new detergent, soap, perfume..." Sharon shook her head. "No other drugs or over the counter meds..." Sharon shook her head again. She shrugged,

"Stress?" Bettie clearly was not inclined to agree. She patted Sharon's bare shoulder.

"Well it's clearly not put the guys off," Sharon blushed, but felt unmistakable pride considering that. "Don't worry," the matronly nurse handed her a bag with several small oblong boxes inside, "Sorry they're so small... they're samples," she explained, "There's maybe 30 in there... a tube should do... once at night, once again in the morning over any area that's affected." Without thinking Sharon leaned over, hugging the other woman, who was obviously surprised and embarrassed.

"You are wonderful," Sharon told her, meaning it, "I can't thank you enough."

"You want to thank me, you come here. Quit all this... We can explain to your husband what drugs and threats can do." Sharon shook her head.

"God, I'd love to," she paused, horrified at the realization part of her had rebelled at her statement, "But I can't risk it yet... But if it gets too bad..."

"Honey, if it gets worse you'll be..." Bettie stopped herself. Shook her head. "You just remember what we said... we're here for you." Sharon started to hug her again but the nurse was ready, "And put that top on or the other girls will give me no end of hell for hugging you."

"I can tan with these," she asked, slipping the hoodie back on. Bettie nodded.

"The Accutane would be better, but this should help... and keep trying to think of what might have changed to cause it." Sharon nodded, but she had been wracking her mind since the first little pimples had appeared. And she could not bring herself to ask if pot would cause it.

She paused at the desk, and Carol handed her a card with an appointment date written on it. Sharon was relieved that it did not have anything to suggest where it had come from. She wondered why she wanted to keep it secret but did not dwell on it. Thanking the women, she ducked out the side door she had used before. She made it to the car without anyone intercepting her, and decided to stop for more yogurt, juice, granola bars, and of course, Asti singles, beer, and condoms before going home.

"Damn," Dave frowned at the GPS read out he had just retrieved from the unit in Sharon's car. They knew she had gotten birth control at the clinic, thanks to Kelly, but based on her stop, the clinic where she was getting the contraceptives was the last place they would want her getting medical care. One of the other brothers working in the frat's impressive IT suite looked over at him. Dave waved a dismissive hand, while using the other to dial Shaun.

"You going to break my balls about 'winning our bet' again?" his friend asked instead of saying 'hello.'

"Hey, you lost. She won."

"No, you bet she would be there and would win... Winning on a remote television feed doesn't count."

"That's a bullshit technicality, and you know it," Dave rolled his eyes, "Our prize bitch won head to head against real porn stars at Sexpo. Period."

"So that's why you're calling? Again?" Shaun had just laughed the last time Dave had 'reminded' the other frat member he'd won their bet. It had galled his less refined friend to hear Sharon had been the winner, rather than Dave.

"Naw," Dave waited, knowing Shaun would wonder what was up, "I thought you'd want to know where Shar' is getting her pills."

"Oh?" Shaun recognized immediately it could not be good if Dave was calling. And he could eliminate the potential problems, based upon the limited issues the frat faced... there was little the Frat did not have some influence over.

"Dr. B's."

"Shit." Shaun paused, "Shit!" The man was one of the few who had walked away in outrage over what he had called the fraternity's 'excesses.' Which to the other members meant he wanted to despoil all the pretty coeds himself, rather than share, considering he'd been a major horn dog when he'd been a football star a decade before. The man had made a noisy exit within the fraternity at least, and had seemed more angry no one listened to his holier than thou arguments than the fact that he had been totally isolated after his 'noble' exit... 'Who cares if it's one brother banging a dozen chicks or a dozen sharing one,' Shaun remembered one of the national officers laughing at a meeting he had attended in Fort Lauderdale as a Sophomore. By then the doctor's departure was ancient history, but BZ was missing nothing on the biker gangs... they did not forget traitors. And considering the... more coercive methods that the Frat was using, Shaun could imagine some ways the good doctor could be a thorn in their side. "Well, that little bitch," he murmured, "Thinkin' she can step out on us..."

"Naw, she ain't steppin' out," Dave misunderstood what Shaun was thinking.

"Oh, I know she ain't sharing it around... you and Go got her busy enough she can't be doing more than sleeping when she ain't shaking that married ass. But she might give old Dr. B some ammunition he could use."

"Shit, none of the girls are still on the helpers," Dave was quick on the uptake, "And most aren't even aware why they started acting the slut... sure, there's the pictures, but most never need that; they just think it's the booze and the smoke, and buy into the old saying..." Shaun did not bother repeating the tired pick up line. It was true for some women, he'd seen, but he had also listened in on women's studies topics where women had insisted they had better sex-- meaning they got off or got off better-- with average or even small cocks. He snorted at that, but admitted what Dave was arguing was true enough. And Sharon had to know they'd ruin her life if she helped the good doctor to make an issue to the school. Besides, they had the most likely ally in their stable now, also thanks to Sharon. Shaun wondered if they could use their best BZ Bitch to bring the good doctor down if he tried to cause a problem... surely the man had to have imagined slipping it to the hot white wife... "So what do I do? Tell her to bring her tight ass back to school health?"

"Naw... we know where she's going... we can keep an eye on it... maybe having her there will be a good thing," Shaun did not elaborate, guessing Dave would be able to fill in the blanks. "That's all?"

"Well, it seemed like something that shouldn't wait."

"Damn straight, I'm glad you called. You about done with the monitor shift?" All of the members took turns watching the innumerable feeds for trouble with their brothers, or issues with teachers, administrators, or their stable of girls. There were Federal agencies that would have been green with envy at the total coverage the frat had spooled together not just of the campus, but the city and other 'points of interest' as their tech wizards would say with a juvenile laugh.

"Well have you decided yet about my suggestion?" Dave had pushed hard, but then again, he had set their prize filly up and she'd won against true thoroughbreds.

"When is it?"

"January, so it won't mess up your holiday plans at all," Dave insisted eagerly, "She can do it without any problem... Go already cleared it."