The Outsider
Copyright 2009 by EC
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(warnings: language, adult themes, public nudity, sex between adults)

Chapter 12  November

The next day Mike was awake as soon as it was light outside.  He was careful not 
to wake up Ruthie as he got out of his bed, cleaned up, and settled at his computer 
to work on his term paper.  He felt better than he had felt in a year, convinced that 
he now was in a solid relationship with the girl in his bed.  Whatever her faults, 
she loved him and was a person worthy of his love.  As far as he was concerned 
their relationship was sealed the night before, when she had given herself to him.  
Surely that was just the beginningand there was hope after allfor both her 
and for him.

Mike looked back at his sleeping lover.  He thought to himself:  Ruthiemaybe 
your life has sucked up to nowbut Ill make sure thats over with.  Ill give you 
a life thats worth living

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Ruthie woke up about an hour after Mike was up.  Already the room was bright 
with morning sunlight.  She was still achingand still depressed about the let-
down the night before.  Poor Mike, she thought to herselfwhat am I gonna tell 
him?  She spent several minutes lying in bed and watching her companion as he 
worked on his paper.  She mulled over what to say to him.  At first she wanted to 
tell him what had happened a few hours before; that she had found out that there 
was a very important part of their relationship that she would be incapable of 
giving him.  

However, second thoughts entered her mind about that idea.  Was it really 
necessary to tell himabout thator about anything at all?  Why?  What for?  
What good was it going to do either of them?  What was she going to get out of 
being honest, apart from ending up alone again?  She felt that if she were honest 
about something as important as sex to any guy, hed say screw that and would 
want her out of his life.  Probably shed have to pack up her things and go 
backby herselfand with her hands full of bagsto her room.  Then she 
would have to deal with Shannon.  Undoubtedly Shannon would figure out what 
had happened, and she and her friends would celebrate Ruthies misfortune.  
Shed never hear the end of it.  Nothere was no point in humiliating herself like 
that.

Ruthies thoughts returned to Mike.  He really was a decent guyhe did deserve 
the truthordid he?  Maybe it would be better just to play alonglet him think 
everything was fineenjoy his companionshiptry to have fun with him.  
Maybe sex was less importantmaybe what really mattered was the friendship 
she was developing with him.  Perhaps she could explain lateror maybeafter 
a couple of timesthe problem would fix itself on its own.  Ruthie then thought 
about Dr. Hartmanmaybe the counselor could come up with an idea or a 
suggestion

Ruthies mind filled with a few possibilities and options.  She still felt the 
situation with the sexual part of their relationship was not tolerable as it stood at 
the moment, but she no longer was convinced that she had to deal with it 
immediately and risk losing her friendship with Mike over that one issue.  Shed 
waitand then shed figure something out.

Ruthie could not have realized it at the time, but her two weeks with Mike already 
had changed her.  For the first time her reaction to a disappointment was not to 
sink into depression and despair, but rather to try to think of what options she 
might have to address or fix the problem.  She came up with a tentative plan for 
the following week: not say anything to Mike, wait and see how things with him 
developed, and then talk to Dr. Hartman.  Beyond that she did not have any 
further ideas, but if she could make it to the next meeting with her counselor, she 
could see where she needed to go from there.

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The two students spent the morning with their coursework.  Mike continued to 
work on his research project while Ruthie lay in bed catching up on her reading.  
She studied for two mid-terms, but she knew what she really needed to do was 
finish the term paper she had been working on the previous week.  

She glanced longingly at Mikes computer, thinking about how nice it would be if 
she had her own computer in the room as well.  That way she would not have to 
try to work on the project with Shannons constant disruptions.  Given that she 
would have Mikes room to herself over the next week, she figured that bringing 
over her computer might not be a bad idea.  The thought of sitting quietly 
throughout the entire afternoon with her clothes off, right next to the window, 
peacefully typing...really appealed to her.

Ruthies mind raced with the idea that Mikes room beckoned with a six-hour 
block of total silence every afternoon.  She really did not see how she could avoid 
moving the computer, because over the next month she had to work on her term 
papers and her roommate was making that task almost impossible.  Shannon 
delighted in having her music going or having her friends over while Ruthie was 
on her computer.  A favorite trick was to chat incessantly on her cell phone while 
looking over Ruthies shoulder to see what she was doing and make her nervous.  

Ruthie was not worried about how Mike might react to having to keep her 
computer in his room.  She knew that he was in love with her, so she took it for 
granted that if she needed something, he would give it too her if at all possible.  
The only doubt she had was for her own situation, the possible loss of 
independence that having her things in Mikes living area would entail.  Already 
the relationship had gone much further than she had anticipated or wanted.  Very 
quickly she had become dependent on him for just about everything imaginable, 
from companionship to transportation to entertainment to protection from 
humiliation.  Now she was going to have to deepen that dependency by moving 
yet more of her stuff into his living space.  

Another idea that never occurred to Ruthie was to put her work on a flash drive 
and ask to borrow his computer in the afternoons.  In some ways she was very 
territorial: she would not want anyone using her computer, so she took it for 
granted that Mikes computer was off-limits to anyone other than himself.  
Although most people would have considered her borrowing his computer less of 
an imposition than bringing over her own, that was not how Ruthie saw the 
situation.

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Seeing Ruthie studying naked on the spare bed for several hours aroused Mike as 
the morning went by.  She was lying on her back, with her legs spread and her 
vulva on display.  Finally, the temptation was too much for him.  He lay down 
next to her and began kissing her.

At that moment the last thing in the world Ruthie wanted was to have to deal with 
him going inside her a second time in less than 12 hours, but she was not about to 
say anything or reject his advances.  She felt that she had absolutely nothing to 
offer him, so the very least she could do was allow him to do what he wanted with 
her body.  As his hands caressed her bottom and breasts, she worked up the nerve 
to let him enter her.  The second time was no better than the first, but at least she 
was psychologically ready and there was no let-down to spoil her mood.

When they went to lunch, Ruthie winced from the soreness as they walked to 
Watson Hall.  Mike could tell that she was stressed, but still was oblivious about 
the reason.  Several times he asked her what was wrongbut she was afraid to 
answer.  

Mike thoughts filled with fear that perhaps she already was getting bored with 
him.  Ruthies moody silence reminded him of Lisas behavior the year before 
during the weeks that preceded their break-up.  

When they sat down, he asked her again.  Ruthie blushedand was just about to 
tell himwhen she noticed Shannon coming into the cafeteria with some of her 
friends.  Then she remembered her computerand realized if she and Mike left 
the cafeteria before Shannon and her group finished their lunch; that would be a 
perfect opportunity for them to get the computer out of the room without having 
any contact with super-bitch at all.  Ruthie began eating quickly.  

MikeIkindauhgot a problemyou knowImaybelikeyou can 
help me?

Well, yeah.  Ill help you.  What is it?

I was likeuhwondering if I couldyou knowliketake my computer 
over to your placecause.I kindaneed to work on some term papersand 
uhyou knowShannons been giving me shitand I gotta concentrateand 
you knowShannon...I cant concentrate with her

You want to keep your computer in my room?

Ruthie blushed and nodded.  Mike thought about what her request meant.  
Another imposition, but it also was another sign that she was serious about being 
with him.  He was hugely relieved that his suspicion about her being bored with 
him was mistaken.  Great!  The moody silence had nothing to do with him at all, 
it was about her computer.  If that was all it wassurehed help her move her 
computer

Ruthie finished her meal immediately, forcing Mike to eat a lot faster than he 
wanted.  A few minutes later the two students were in Ruthies room unplugging 
her computer and putting the pieces in a large box.  Ruthie collected her disks and 
some CDs.  She carried the keyboard, mouse, and a bag of software and cords, 
while Mike struggled with the bulky CPU and oversized TV-style monitor.  A 
twinge of resentment and doubt ran through his mind as he lugged her heavy 
antiquated equipment.  She walked beside him carrying bags of much lighter 
items.  Anyhow, a few minutes later it was done, Ruthies computer was safely 
sitting on the desk vacated by Todd.  She looked on while Mike reconnected the 
components.

The afternoon was warm enough that Mike figured they could go to the beach.  
They both were in the mood to walk as well, which meant that Bonnie Doon was 
not a good option.  Mike decided to fulfill his promise to take Ruthie to San 
Gregorio beach, which was about a 40-minute drive to the north of Davenport.

For a naturist who wants to walk along the shore, it is unlikely that there is a 
better beach in the US than San Gregorio.  The nude section starts just below the 
stairs leading from the north parking lot and extends more than a mile along 
undeveloped cliffs.  At the far end of the clothing optional section there is rock 
formation with a cave through which an adventurous person can go through 
during low tide.  Since neither Mike nor Ruthie were the sort who liked to just lay 
on a towel, San Gregorio suited their desire to walk unencumbered by clothes.

Over the years beachgoers constructed driftwood shelters at the foot of the cliffs.  
Mike pointed out an empty shelter and suggested it as a place to leave their 
belongings.  They undressed and walked towards the north.  Ruthie, in her usual 
state of wanting to share what she knew about her surroundings with her 
companion, stopped to dig up several crustaceans buried in the sand to show to 
Mike, and then pointed out several species of birds.

When they got to the end of the beach, the tide was low enough that they could go 
through a cave that led through a rock formation to yet another beach.  They 
wandered halfway down the second beach before a woman yelled at them.  
Suddenly they realized that several houses overlooked the area they had ventured 
into and it was not clothing optional.  They scrambled back to the cave, only to 
have a very close call being stranded, because the tide was starting to come back 
in.  Had they waited even a couple more minutes, the waves splashing through the 
opening would have made getting back to the nude section of the beach 
impossible.

After laughing over the close call, Ruthie experienced true joy because the beach 
was so open and she could walk uninterrupted.  She was almost like a child, 
wandering up and down, exploring the cliffs and then running towards the water 
and rinsing herself off in the surf. On that day she was very restless and walked 
the full length of the nude portion six times, wearing out the soles of her feet on 
the wet sand.  Mike tagged along with her, taking dozens of photos.  She posed, 
danced, and splashed in the cold water for the benefit of his camera.  

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The weather changed the following day and during the rest of the week the entire 
coast of central California was fogged in and cloudy.  For Ruthie the timing 
couldnt have been better.  She was able to relax in Mikes room after lunch 
before spending the quiet gray afternoons working on her term papers or catching 
up on her sleep.  She still preferred to sleep at night in her own room if possible, 
but once her computer was moved, she did everything else is Mikes room.  

By the beginning of November, she and Shannon quit talking completely.  
Because Ruthie had moved anything she felt was sensitive, she no longer was 
concerned about super-bitch messing with her personal stuff.  She still had some 
old clothes in the room, but what could Shannon do to old clothes?  The items that 
really mattered, her computer, pictures and study materials, were out of 
Shannons reach.  Ruthie no longer made any pretense of being civil to her 
nemesis, because she no longer had anything to worry about in the room.

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Ruthie had her third appointment with Dr. Hartman on Wednesday.  They had a 
lot to discuss.  Hartman was very worried about Ruthies sudden dependence on 
Mike for just about every need that she had, no matter how mundane.  Especially 
worrisome to the counselor was the fact that her client had transferred everything 
that was important to her to her boyfriends room.  For one thing, Hartman 
pointed out that the arrangement was a violation of campus policy.  Ruthie 
snapped back:

Everything that Shannons doing to me is a violation of policy, Dr. Hartman.  If 
you dont like what Im doing, how come you dont talk to her?  Shes the one 
whos making me do it!  Shes the one whos turning my life into shit!  How 
come no one ever says anything to her?

Of course, Hartmans solution for any conflict that one of her clients had with 
another person was to talk about it, which was what she wanted Ruthie to do 
with Shannon.  Well, that was totally impossible, responded Ruthie, because 
Shannon was a vicious bully and talking to a person like that did no good.  
Eventually, regardless whose fault it was, Hartman was persuaded that Ruthies 
problems with Shannon were not resolvable.  She suggested that Ruthie change 
roommates at the end of the semester.

Put in the request, and I will send a note to the housing director to back you up.  
Im thinking the best way to resolve this conflict is for you to change rooms. 

Dr. Hartman returned to the subject of Mike.

I dont like what youre doing with him, keeping all your stuff there.  Youve 
known him for three weeks.  Three weeks, Ruthie.  You cant impose yourself on 
a partner in such a short time.  Im telling you, its going to cause both of you 
problems.

Ruthie brushed off Dr. Hartmans reservations about Mikes personal space.  She 
changed the subject and focused on the issue that concerned her: the difficulty she 
was having with the sexual portion of their relationship.  She described what 
happened Halloween night and what happened the following day; that she was not 
able to get aroused and that sexual intercourse was unpleasant to the point of 
actually being painful.  She insisted that she had to go through with love-making 
however, because sex was the only way that she could reward Mike for 
everything that he had done for her.  Upon hearing that, the counselors mind 
filled with red flags.  

Hartman struggled with what to tell her client, because her counseling experience 
and training told her that what Ruthie needed to do was back off, get her stuff out 
of Mikes room, and seriously tell him about her doubts.  However, she knew 
there was no way that Ruthie could follow or would follow such advice, because 
her situation with Shannon was so awful.  The only thing Hartman could do was 
to try to ease Ruthies immediate dilemma with sexual intercourse.  She asked her 
client what she knew about sexual aids such as lubrication.  Ruthie responded that 
she knew nothing, because Mike was only the second man with whom she had 
ever made love.

Hartman wrote a prescription and handed it to Ruthie.

This is for some vaginal lubricant.  Make sure you follow the instructions.  Itll 
help you when youre with your boyfriend.  But please remember this is not a 
solution for your problem.  All its going to do is cover it up for a little bit and 
buy you some time.  Im telling you, I really have my doubts about what youre 
doing.  Youre going to have talk to Mike, because right now youre being unfair 
to both him and to yourself.

Ruthie left Hartmans office and turned in the prescription to the pharmacist.  She 
was glad that Hartman had given her something practical to deal with her 
immediate problem, but she also was resentful over the counselors criticism of 
her overall relationship.  It seemed that Hartman did not understand what a living 
hell dealing with Shannon had become and that Mike was her only outlet.

Ruthie resentment against Hartman was misplaced.  The counselor saw Shannon 
as a complicated but short-term issue.  She knew that within two months Ruthie 
would be with another roommate, or possibly in a room by herself.  Once the 
pressure of Shannon was removed, then her client would have to deal with having 
created a problematic relationship with her boyfriend that risked serious 
psychological dependency.    

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That night Ruthie was very glad to have the lubricant, because Mike approached 
her about sex.  They had not made love since Sunday.  Mike had waited through 
Monday and Tuesday, hoping that she would be the one to initiate something.  He 
was disappointed that she never hinted at wanting sex.  Finally on Wednesday he 
returned from work and saw her studying naked on his bed.  He took off his 
clothes and joined her; his own desires pushing him to kiss and caress her bare 
body.  She knew what was coming, but for their third time in bed she was ready.  
She explained that she had a problem with sensitivity in her vagina and that she 
needed the lubrication to really give both of us what we need.  Mike, not 
knowing any better, believed her.  He allowed her to put the gel in herself and 
then to dab some on the end of his penis.

When he entered her, she felt hugely relieved.  The discomfort from his thrusts 
was not much of a problem with the lubricant.  Because he was able to go in 
deeper and move about more, Mike found the third time with her more enjoyable 
than the first two rounds of sex over the weekend.  It was much easier for her to 
pretend that she was enjoying it as well.

When he pulled out of her, Ruthie kissed him, very happy that she had been able 
to give him what he needed without too much sacrifice on her part.  Sex with him 
was never going to be something she would look forward to, but at least her 
duty to him was not something she had to dread.

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In spite of her problem with the lack of sexual desire, Ruthies life became much 
more balanced over the first weeks in November.  She had her work in the 
morning, her meals with Mike, and her classes and study time in the afternoons.  
On the weekends they visited places outside Davenport.  

Ruthie loved San Gregorio beach, but only once during November was the 
weather nice enough to go back a second time.  As much as they wanted to go 
back to more than that, it was getting too late in the year and the cold fog along 
the shore forced them to find diversion inland.  They traveled to see a small patch 
of redwood forest near Santa Cruz, and the following weekend they visited 
Pinnacles National Monument, the extinct 23-million year-old volcano that Ruthie 
had talked about.  She spent a lot of their time talking about the natural conditions 
that had created the places they were visiting, which gave her the chance to 
discuss everything that she had studied in high school or was learning in her 
college classes.  

During November, Ruthies trust of Mike led her to be herself around him in a 
very unique way.  Whenever possible, she took off her clothes in his presence.  If 
they were on an isolated hiking trail, she loved to strip to her shoes and walk 
naked.  If they heard someone coming, Mike handed her an over-sized t-shirt to 
put on.  Once the other person had passed, she took off her shirt and handed it 
back to him.  It was not just on the hiking trails that Ruthie liked to strip.  
Depending on where they were driving, she often rode naked in his car, especially 
if they were driving along the coastal highway or a county road towards a hiking 
trail.  If they entered a town, shed put on a shirt, but remained bottomless.  She 
enjoyed the daring feeling of being naked from the waist down and having 
hundreds of people milling about the car, totally unaware of her lack of attire.

Ruthie enjoyed having her picture taken, so by the end of the month Mike had 
hundreds of pictures of his girlfriend stored on his hard drive.  Because she was 
usually naked when they were together, the vast majority of the images were 
figure shots.  Ruthie loved posing nude in front of well-known monuments, so 
Mikes collection included numerous pictures of her bare body in front of local 
landmarks, to include the Santa Cruz surfer statue and the giant artichoke.

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Mike had to deal with some gossip and questions when he returned to work the 
first Monday after Halloween, but the jokes were not as bad as he anticipated.  It 
seemed that his co-workers were as interested in knowing about his girlfriend as 
they were in commenting about his Adam costume.  A couple of the guys were 
openly envious that Mike had landed a partner who was very attractive and very 
adventurous.  The dispatcher smiled sarcastically and nicknamed him sweet 
buns, but never hinted to anyone else why she called him that.  True to her 
nature, she kept what she did to him a secret, although Mike suspected that shed 
love nothing more than to give his bare bottom another grope.

There was a beginning-of-the-month meeting at the start of Mikes Monday shift.  
The entire department was dumbfounded by the sheer number of tickets he had 
written during October.  The supervisor forced him to stand up and tell his co-
workers how he had written so many tickets.  Once he was finished explaining the 
situation in lot Econ-A, the supervisor took over and admonished the other 
students:

You see, peopleits not about the fun tickets.  Not everything you write has 
to be for a fire-lane or handicap violation.  Theres meters out therelots of 
themand you all need to start paying attention to them.  Mike here has shown 
how much damage one dedicated guy with a machine can do.  So lets do it, 
peoplelets get out there and do some damage!

The other student employees reluctantly applauded, but Mike could tell they were 
not pleased that he made everyone else look bad.  Not that it mattered, because his 
October performance put Officer # 036 at the top of the list for a promotion the 
following semester.

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As he patrolled lot Econ-A with his ticketing machine, Mike spent many hours in 
solitary thought.  His desire to listen to music faded during the weeks after he 
started going out with Ruthie.  His no longer needed to block out his own 
memories now that he had someone on whom he could focus his attention and 
affection.  Instead he wandered in silence, sometimes allowing his thoughts to 
drift aimlessly and sometimes trying to figure out the odd girl who had entered his 
lifeand everything that went with herher almost psychotic loathing of 
religion, her fascination with being naked as much as possible, a personality that 
was simultaneously shy and exhibitionistic, her strong opinions, and her strange 
mood swings. Yes, she was weird, but to him she was a small bright spot in a 
bleak world occupied and run by people like the ones who had put his father out 
of work, or like the jerks that he was confronting every day in the parking lots.  

Still, he knew that something was not quite right about her.  She had her quirks, to 
say the least.  Above everything else was her desire to constantly talk, which was 
a result of her need to put into words everything that was going on in her life.  He 
suspected that she might have a learning disability, because never did she pick up 
a new concept without being given a detailed explanation.  She took everything 
literally and step-by-step, so her understanding of a new topic was only as good as 
the instructions that described it.  Because she could only comprehend what was 
carefully explained to her, she assumed that other people needed detailed 
explanations as well.  Not that it really mattered with Mike, because he was 
content to let her talk as much as she wanted.  Yes, she was overly chatty, but she 
spoke from the heart and always was ready to give him a quick hug or an 
impromptu kiss.

Mike knew that his willingness to let his girlfriend talk freely was a huge help to 
her.  Around him she chatted incessantly about everything imaginable, from class 
topics to crazy ideas.  He provided her with a crucial outlet for the swirl of 
thoughts and feelings floating around her head.  His willingness to listen also gave 
her a very important opportunity to test what she had to say.  If she said anything 
too outlandish he could warn her before she said it to anyone else.  If he didnt 
understand her meaning or thought the way she said something was potentially 
offensive, he flatly told her, giving her the chance to rephrase a statement.  Over 
time he became more blunt and honest about his observations, but always with the 
goal of making sure she expressed herself in a way that conveyed what she 
actually wanted to say.

There were other issues that Mike couldnt help her with.  As for body language, 
for exampleforget it!  He remembered reading some articles that claimed that 
most human communication was through body language and non-verbal clues, 
and that at best conversation and words accounted for 30 percent of real 
communication.  Well, with Ruthie Burns none of that applied.  With her there 
was no body language at all.  She fidgeted more if she was nervous or upset, but 
that was as close to communicating with her body as she could get.  She did not 
pick up other peoples expressions or changes in posture.  She did not pick up on 
sarcasm unless it was really obvious, and then shed become hostile if she thought 
she was being made fun of.

Eye contact was another on-going issue for Ruthie.  When she was looking at 
people or knew they were looking at her, it was much harder for her to focus on a 
conversation than if she was standing or sitting next to someone and looking 
forward.  For that reason, she talked much more comfortably while sitting in a 
car, or strolling through Santa Cruz, or standing at a look-out, or on a hiking trail 
than she did at a dinner table.  Eventually Mike learned that if he wanted to 
converse with her during a meal, it was much better to sit next to her than to sit 
across from her.

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At the end of the second week of November there was a positive event that 
boosted Ruthies overall mood and helped her push aside the doubts about Mike 
that she had taken out of Dr. Hartmans office.  On Friday morning she got a call 
from the campus police telling her that they had arrested the bicyclist that ran into 
her back in October.  The investigating officer needed her to come in to verify her 
picture.  The cop showed her six mug-shots of young blond women and asked her 
to pick out the one who had hit her.  Ruthie easily recognized the assailant.  The 
cops told her what was going to happen next would be that, unless she took a plea 
bargain, the bicyclist would face trial and Ruthie might have to testify.  However, 
as the cop put it:

Weve negotiated with her attorney and probably whats gonna happen is shell 
plea out.  I already had a little talk with her and gave her a pretty good scare.  If 
she pleas, shell pay your medical bills and replace your books, and have to do 
some community service over Christmas break.  Shell have a criminal conviction 
on her record, but right now shes worried more about jail time than anything 
else.

Ruthie nodded, not knowing how to respond.  The cop smiled and concluded 
with:

We also impounded her bicycle.  If she wants it back, shell have to bid on it at 
auction.

It was the detail about the bicycle that put Ruthie in a much better mood.  Yes, 
she would have liked to have seen her assailant go to jail, but she was satisfied 
that losing her precious ride was an adequate punishment for what she had done.  

That night Mike took her out to dinner to celebrate.  Ruthies feelings of gratitude 
towards him intensified, because it turned out he had been totally right about 
filing the police report.  Because of him, for the very first time in her life Ruthie 
Burns got even with someone who had hurt her.

