The Outsider
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(warnings: language, adult themes, public nudity, sex between adults)

Chapter 20 – January in Davenport

Mike and Ruthie left early the following morning to return to the university.  
Mike was very relieved to be headed back to Davenport, because the atmosphere 
at home totally depressed him.  More importantly, the on-going conversations 
between his girlfriend and his father had made him extremely nervous.  He was 
creeped-out by the relationship that had developed between those two, and by the 
fact that Ruthie totally loved a lot of his father’s favorite music.  She rolled her 
eyes at most of the Heavy Metal Mike liked to listen to, and yet was totally 
enthralled by that dead ‘70’s stuff of Mr. Sinclair.

The trip was very tense, because Ruthie was extremely moody, sullen, and quiet.  
Her emotions were in turmoil over her father’s efforts to make up to her through 
giving her money, her mother losing it and kicking her out of their apartment, and 
her wistful conversations with her boyfriend’s dad.  She fidgeted in the car and 
nervously looked down, because she was unable to articulate everything that was 
going on in her mind.

Now that she was out of Mike’s house and away from his family, Ruthie had time 
to think about her own situation and the fight with her mother.  She felt both 
guilty and resentful over what had happened.  She had not meant to hit her 
mother, but at the same time she felt that Doña Lisette had it coming for striking 
her across the face.  She knew that her mother would never see it that way.  The 
church was very adamant; the duties of good parents included physical discipline 
when necessary.  According to that line of thinking, Doña Lisette simply was 
acting within her obligation as a mother and in Ruthie’s interests when she 
slapped her for swearing.

Ruthie still was devastated by her mother’s order to get out of her apartment, but 
deep down she knew that within a few days Doña Lisette would call her up, 
expect her to apologize, and the incident would pass.  She knew it would be that 
way, because twice before the same thing had happened.  Ruthie simply went 
over to her cousins’ place to wait until her mother’s temper calmed down.  When 
she apologized, she was told to return home.  She deeply resented having to 
apologize for something that she felt was not her fault.   However, just like the 
business of pretending she still was a Christian, Ruthie was accustomed to making 
false apologies to get along with her mother.  Anyhow, she had no choice.  When 
classes were not in session, Ruthie still needed a place to stay and her mother’s 
apartment was the only option she had.

In spite of the hurt she felt at the moment, Ruthie tried to look at her mother in a 
fair manner.  Doña Lisette was indeed a difficult person to deal with, but in her 
own way she did love her daughter and tried to be as supportive as possible within 
the limitations of her sparse education, unpleasant life experiences, religious 
brainwashing, and economic difficulties.  Even the topic of the latest fight was a 
reminder that Doña Lisette had given Ruthie more freedom than her uncle had 
given to her cousin Rosa.  Ruthie’s mother did not object when she left home to 
go to college.  Ruthie did not have to run away to pursue her ambitions, while 
Rosa did.  

Ruthie knew that her uncle also was furious at her, but as far as he was concerned, 
that was just too bad.  Unlike her mother, she felt no obligation to apologize to her 
uncle.  In reality she did not need him anymore, because the two cousins she had 
been close to, Gerardo and Rosa, no longer were living in his house.  Gerardo was 
tied up with his wife and new baby, and Rosa was gone, probably for good.  
Meanwhile, the two younger cousins had turned into obnoxious delinquents.  Her 
uncle and what remained of his household could go to Hell.

Mostly to break his girlfriend’s silence, Mike suggested having breakfast in Santa 
Cruz.  Upon leaving the restaurant, they spent a very long time browsing through 
the used music stores in search of the titles Ruthie wanted.  He obligingly bought 
her several CD’s, including a greatest hits collection from Kansas.  In a slight act 
of rebellion he insisted on playing one of his Queensryche CD’s on the final 
stretch of the journey northward.  If Ruthie wanted to listen to his father’s music, 
she’d have to do it on her own time.

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Mike and Ruthie returned to his dorm and set up to live as a couple for the next 
week and a half.  She had everything she needed to make herself at home in 
Mike’s room.  The best part of the arrangement, as far as she was concerned, was 
that Mike was at his job in training from 7:30 until 5:00.  That meant that he left 
at 7:00 and was not back until 5:30.  There was no one else on the floor, so Ruthie 
had not only the room, but the entire floor to herself.

During the week before the staff arrived, Ruthie did what she most enjoyed doing, 
wandering around the building completely naked.  She loved to walk up and down 
the hallways stretching her legs and go into places she normally would be 
prohibited from entering, such as the offices, the supply rooms, and the men’s 
bathrooms.  There was a room with some old gym equipment, so Ruthie did not 
need to go outside or get dressed to exercise.  About mid-day she got on one of 
the treadmills and measured three miles walking and half-heartedly jogging.  She 
finished up with a few arm exercises on another machine…nothing overly 
strenuous, just enough to wear off stress.  She wished that she had access to the 
university pool, but the Rec Center was closed during vacation and anyhow, she 
would have been required to wear a swimsuit.

Ruthie was happy to not have to deal with Mike during the days, but she tried to 
have everything set up to make his life as pleasant as possible when he came back 
in the evenings.  As soon as he left the room, she straightened it and cleaned 
whatever clothing was dirty from the day before.  The dorm had a kitchenette, so 
every afternoon Ruthie cooked dinner.  Instead of eating in his room, they ate in 
one of the study rooms where they could sit properly at a table.  He undressed 
before eating, and after their nude meal the two students showered together.  He 
was grateful for the dinners and happy to think that he was getting a glimpse of 
his future domestic life with his girlfriend.  To be able to enjoy a week of 
“normal” living with Ruthie made Mike love her even more.  He became 
convinced that eventually he would want to propose to her.

When she was not wandering the hallways or exercising or cooking, Ruthie 
relaxed.  For hours she lay on her bed in Mike’s room masturbating and listening 
to her new collection of ‘70s music.  She especially liked the songs that had long 
instrumental parts, because her imagination could wander into other realities.  Her 
mind drifted through the earth’s past: sometimes she was standing on a cliff 
watching pterodactyls soaring over the inland sea, and sometimes she was 
wandering along the Devonian shoreline picking up trilobites from the shallow 
waters.  Sometimes she imagined herself as a naked Phoenician dancing girl, her 
body standing out in front of the flames of a Temple fire as the entire city admired 
her.  Other times she pictured herself as a servant girl in ancient Egypt, with 
nothing covering her body except a collar and a thin belt around her waist, 
kneeling and waiting on a Divine queen.  Other times she imagined herself as a 
naked Druid priestess, her bare body shivering in the cold fog of prehistoric 
England.

By the end of the week she had spent so much time in the nude that she had 
ceased to notice it.  From Tuesday to Thursday she never left the building, which 
meant during that entire time not once did she have to put anything on.  It was 
delicious to be able to live like that, but by the end of the third day being nude felt 
totally normal.  It was lucky that the weather outside was overcast and cold, or 
she would have been very tempted to go out undressed and wander naked around 
the deserted university.  Even so, if she was reasonably sure that no grounds-
keepers were outside, every so often she succumbed to temptation and did a quick 
streak around the dorm.  She returned after just a couple of minutes of running 
around Mike’s building, winded and covered with goose-bumps.

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Ruthie’s mother called three days after she returned to Davenport.  She was 
crying, but did not say anything other than asking if Ruthie had safely returned to 
the university.  Ruthie wanted to say: “well…I’m here, aren’t I?”  Instead she 
knew that it was up to her to bring up the topic of the fight and punching her 
mother’s arm.  Ruthie took a deep breath and apologized for the punch, saying 
that she did not know what got into her.  Her mother responded:

“Ruthie, you do know what got into to you.  You let the Devil speak to you.”

Ruthie tensed up, but responded: “…yes Mom…I’ve been praying for Jesus to 
forgive me…and…I…I’m asking you to forgive me too.”

“You know it’s gonna be hard for me…because of what you did to me…”

“I’m sorry Mom…I don’t know what else to say.  I was wrong for hitting you.”  

The conversation continued along those lines for a few minutes, as Doña Lisette 
tried to make Ruthie feel as guilty as possible over what had happened the prior 
week.  Ruthie shook from anger and frustration, but she managed to play along 
until her mother “reluctantly” accepted her apology.  Finally Doña Lisette hung 
up, satisfied that her daughter fully understood the terrible thing she had done.  

Ruthie sat quiet on Mike’s bed for several minutes, trembling with impotence and 
rage.  She stood up and with all her strength threw her cell phone against the wall.  
The case broke and the battery fell out.  For several minutes she stared at the 
device as it lay on the floor.  Finally she picked it up what remained.  She noted 
that not only was the back cover broken off, but also the screen was cracked.  

Great…just what I needed…to have to buy a new cell phone…

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While Ruthie was relaxing in the empty dorm, Sam spent the week teaching Mike 
the remaining details of the duties that the student needed to know to be his 
alternate.  They were able to concentrate on the technical parts of the job because 
meter collections had dropped to almost nothing.  There were a few meters near 
the alumni center and the admissions office that still were being paid, but 
otherwise the parking lots were totally empty.  Sam showed Mike how to fill in 
logbooks and place orders for supplies and how to account for money paid out to 
contractors for repairs and replacement meters.  It was a lot to remember, because 
Sam was showing Mike how to do all parts of his job, not just collecting meter 
money.  Most of it was tedious, but Mike knew that it certainly would look good 
on a résumé.

As Mike gained his trust, Sam showed him some additional details about the 
university.  For example, he showed his protégé the locations of all of the campus 
security cameras.  Some of the cameras were turned on and some of them had 
been put up for show and were not even connected.  Sam told Mike which 
cameras were which and how to tell if a security camera had been activated.  It 
was rather strange information, but Sam pointed out that he knew of several 
incidences of students getting assaulted right in front of cameras that were not 
turned on.  He pointed out a couple of places the campus police officers liked to 
hide out and rest, when they were supposed to be patrolling.  He added with a 
sarcastic smile:

“If you’re thinking of doing anything naughty with your girl, now you know 
where to go and where to avoid.”

Once again, Sam had made a comment that left Mike wondering what, if 
anything, he was hinting at.

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During the week they had the dorm to themselves, Ruthie and Mike had sex every 
night.  However, what they did together was changing now that massage had been 
added to their foreplay.  Ruthie normally massaged Mike prior to sex.  Because 
she wanted to shorten the intercourse portion of their sexual contact as much as 
possible, she got him aroused and hard before she let him get on top of her.  He 
thrust vigorously, but then climaxed quickly.  When he was done Ruthie breathed 
a sigh of relief.  Then it was Mike’s turn to massage Ruthie.  While massaging 
aroused Mike, being touched put Ruthie to sleep.  It was comforting to fall asleep 
under the touches of the man who loved her.  Mike did not complain, because he 
enjoyed looking at and touching her naked body, especially her bottom and 
thighs.

Mike still did not grasp that Ruthie did not enjoy having him inside her; that she 
viewed allowing him to enter her as a chore she had to fulfill as her duty to the 
relationship.  Ruthie continued to be angry at herself that she did not enjoy sex 
with Mike, but she had accepted her situation and continued to keep it secret from 
her boyfriend.

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The Housing Department staff returned from vacation the second Saturday after 
New Year’s Day.  The directors set up in their offices and the RA’s took up 
residence in their rooms.  The cleaning staff was back at work, preparing the 
buildings for the influx of students who would be showing up a few days later.  
The return of the housing staff meant Ruthie’s temporary refuge suddenly shrank 
to Mike’s room.  With other people running around the hallways, the freedom of 
running around in the nude that she had enjoyed for five days quickly ended.  
Starting on Saturday, she sullenly put on her clothes every time she left the room, 
totally resenting the imposition society was placing on her.

The following Monday Ruthie returned to her own dorm to see what her living 
arrangements were going to be for the spring semester.  She was desperately 
hoping that she could keep the room that she currently had to herself, but of 
course that was not to be.  The receptionist told her that she would remain on the 
fifth floor, but that she would have to move to another room that she would share 
with a senior called Jen Gordon.  

Ruthie cringed at the thought of losing her privacy, but if Jen was a senior, 
hopefully she would be more serious and more compatible than Shannon.  The 
fact that Jen was living on a floor of graduate students was a sign that, even if she 
was not compatible, at least she would be quiet.

The receptionist gave Ruthie a key to her new room and told her to have her stuff 
moved within 24 hours.  Sighing with frustration, Ruthie went upstairs, sadly 
looked at the room that had been her private space for a short time, and piled her 
stuff on a push-cart.  When she entered the other room, it was clear that Jen had 
been there since the previous semester.  Her side of the room was neatly 
organized.  She had a lot of books and numerous photos of herself with 
classmates and relatives on her desk.  There were posters and pictures on her 
section of the wall of some of the most beautiful landscapes Ruthie had ever seen.  
Several of the posters had “New Zealand” written on them.  Ruthie picked up 
some envelopes from her roommate’s desk.  A couple of the envelopes had New 
Zealand stamps and return addresses.  

That’s another positive sign, thought Ruthie.  It looks like Jen’s not from the US.  
Maybe this won’t be so bad after-all.

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Jen showed up three days later, struggling with a couple of suitcases.  She 
introduced herself and mentioned that had flown in from Vancouver, Canada, 
where she had spent Christmas with some friends.  She was a bit taller than 
Ruthie, with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes.  

From the beginning Ruthie could tell that she had much more in common with her 
new roommate than she had with Shannon.  She was dressed in jeans and an old 
baggy sweater, so it was apparent fashion was not a concern in her life.  Under her 
baggy clothing Ruthie could tell that Jen’s figure was more filled out than her 
own; more European-looking and more voluptuous.  Like Ruthie, Jen wore no 
make-up.  Later Ruthie would find out that Jen was 25, and that she had taken 
several years off to work before entering the university in Aukland.

Jen was spending a year in California on a university exchange program.  She 
spoke with what seemed to Ruthie a strange accent that was sort of, but not quite, 
British.  She did not seem very friendly, but in a way that was totally different 
from the way Shannon had been.  Jen’s personality was quiet and stand-offish 
instead of abrasive and belligerent.  She was the sort of person that took a long 
time to warm up to a stranger, but if one gave her time and space, eventually she 
would open up and become more social.  Later she would confess to Ruthie one 
of the many things that totally irritated her about the US was the habit of people 
being friendly on the surface without taking a real interest in her.  A pet peeve of 
hers was the American habit of saying “hello” by asking “how’s everything 
going?”  As she put it:

“I don’t want you to ask me how my bloody day is going, unless you really need 
to know.”

One detail was very clear from the start: like Ruthie, Jen did not like noise.  The 
two roommates discussed their feelings about noise and discovered they were in 
perfect agreement about having a quiet room.  It turned out that Jen had the same 
problem with a noisy roommate the previous semester that Ruthie had.  The only 
difference was she was a lot more forceful about objecting to her roommate’s 
noise than Ruthie had been with Shannon, so Jen had open fights with her 
roommate from the very beginning of the previous semester.

Jen admitted that she was worried about having Ruthie as her new roommate 
because she was a freshman, but the dorm director had told her that Ruthie was a 
scholarship student and “nerdy enough for you, I’m sure.”  Ruthie did not 
appreciate what the dorm director had said about her, but there wasn’t much she 
could do about it.

After Jen had unpacked, Ruthie found out there was a specific reason her 
roommate wanted the room quiet.  She laid out some art supplies on her desk and 
set to work on an illustration she had worked on over Christmas.  It was clear she 
wanted to concentrate on the drawing and that she did not want any interruptions.  
Ruthie could feel an invisible wall of silence surrounding Jen as she was drawing.  
She said nothing more.  

Well, at least if nothing else, Ruthie would be able to study in peace in her own 
room.  She decided that she would gradually continue moving her stuff out of 
Mike’s dorm, which eventually would include her computer.

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The semester began the day after Jen showed up.  Ruthie decided to cut back her 
hours at the coffee shop and take a full load of classes, because she was concerned 
that semester could very well be her last at Davenport State University.  She still 
left every morning at 4:30 to open at 5:00, but requested that her shift end at 
10:00 instead of 11:00 so she could make it to a morning class.  Her manager was 
not at all happy about her request, but Ruthie knew he was stuck with her because 
no one else would be willing to open.  

Mike accompanied her to the bookstore and helped her carry heavy sacks bulging 
with overpriced books to his room, where she sorted and organized them by class.  
For the first three nights of the semester she stayed overnight with Mike.  He was 
elated, hoping that she no longer was interested in using her own room and was 
planning to live with him.  However, she had not made up her mind about what to 
do living with her older, distant roommate.  Finally, on the third day after classes 
started, she told Mike that she apologized for the imposition that she had placed 
on him and that she would once again start sleeping in her own room.  She could 
tell that he was hugely disappointed.  However, the direction of their relationship 
was making her increasingly nervous because she still had not worked out what 
exactly she felt for him or what were her expectations for their future.

Ruthie returned to the fifth floor of her dorm with a backpack full of books and 
notebooks.  The room was so quiet that she thought Jen must be out.  However, 
when she opened the door, her new roommate was working on one of her 
drawings.  She was totally absorbed in her work and did not look up.  However, 
she acknowledged Ruthie’s entrance by waving a brush and then returned to her 
work.

In spite of Jen’s minimal greeting, Ruthie was both shocked and heartened by the 
fact that her roommate was wearing nothing but a black t-shirt.  From the waist 
down she was completely naked.  She made no effort to cover up, nor did she 
offer Ruthie any explanation about her state of undress.  She simply continued 
working on her drawing.

Ruthie wasn’t sure what to do.  She had been careful not to be naked around 
Shannon, but it was apparent that Jen wouldn’t mind given that she was sitting at 
her desk bottomless.  

Ruthie decided to test her new roommate.  Her heart was pounding as she took off 
her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself to take a shower.  She spent 
several long minutes in the bathroom getting cleaned up and brushing her teeth, 
and nerving herself to return to her room and see how Jen would react if she 
remained naked while she was studying.  Finally she did go back.  She hung up 
her towel, spread her books on her bed, and pretended to study.  Jen seemed not to 
take notice of her and continued working on her art project.

After a few minutes Ruthie’s nervousness wore off and she was actually able to 
concentrate.  Jen finally finished her project for the night and put away her art 
supplies.  She stood up and rummaged through her closet while Ruthie admired 
her voluptuous bottom…white and full and well-rounded, and her sexy thighs.  
Jen casually stripped off her shirt and wrapped a towel around herself.  She left 
the room for a few minutes to get cleaned up.  Ruthie remained naked on her bed, 
waiting to see what would happen when her roommate returned.  When Jen came 
back in, Ruthie’s heart pounded again.  Jen cast a casual glance in her direction 
and commented:

“I see that you don’t fancy wearing knickers either?”

Ruthie looked up and shook her head.  “Not really…you don’t mind me studying 
like this?”

“No, of course not.  Why should I mind?”

Jen said nothing more.  She put on a clean t-shirt but remained completely 
uncovered from the waist down.  For several minutes she wandered about her side 
of the room getting ready for an early class the next day.  Ruthie watched her, 
once again admiring her large white bottom and feeling the urge to run her hands 
over its soft smooth skin.  Jen seemed not to notice.  She turned out her light and 
got in bed.  

Ruthie stood up to put her books away.  She suspected that Jen would say 
something if she left her side of the room disorganized, and the last thing she 
wanted was to offend a roommate with whom she had so much in common.  
So…it seemed that for once Ruthie had lucked out; that around Jen she could do 
what she most enjoyed doing.  

She turned out her light.  For several minutes she lay naked on top of her bed, 
enjoying the thought that she could be undressed around someone other than 
Mike.  She glanced over at Jen, vaguely wishing that she had not pulled the 
covers over herself.  Finally, she pulled the sheet over her own body and went to 
sleep.  

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The two women settled into their nightly routine within their first week together.  
Jen was never very talkative, but Ruthie figured out that was just her roommate’s 
personality and nothing specifically directed against her.  Anyhow, Jen’s detached 
behavior was her only bad point.  In everything else it turned out the two women 
were totally compatible.  They both needed silence in the room to work on their 
respective assignments, they were asleep well before midnight, and neither was a 
partier.  Like Ruthie, Jen had a boyfriend, but she never invited him into the 
room.

Jen had a nightly ritual that would have seemed strange to most people, but 
Ruthie found it very appealing.  The room they shared overlooked the edge of 
campus and had an unobstructed view of the Pacific Ocean.  Just before she went 
to sleep, Jen liked to open the window and spend some time "unwinding" before 
going to bed, by quietly looking at the night sky and reflecting on life. During her 
"unwinding" time, she was perfectly quiet and asked Ruthie to be quiet during 
those moments as well. She put her hands on the window sill and just stood silent.  

Within a couple of days of moving in, Ruthie joined Jen during the minutes of 
"unwinding".  While Jen leaned out the window, Ruthie quietly sat on the bed 
right behind her.  It became a nightly ritual that the two women enjoyed...the cool 
air coming in the window...the silence of the room...and the Pacific that stretched 
beyond the horizon. It was time that they shared and yet time each spent 
alone...each student wrapped up in her own thoughts and reflections. 

During her “unwinding” Jen usually was bottomless, wearing just a t-shirt without 
any “knickers”, as she put it.  Ruthie always was completely naked.  She loved the 
feeling of the cool air coming in through the window and caressing her bare body.  
She also enjoyed looking at Jen, studying her bare bottom and legs in the 
darkness.  Her roommate’s smooth round backside was so much more attractive 
than Mike’s thin flat butt…

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Mike’s training with Sam was suspended for the first two weeks of the semester.  
The supervisor instead ordered him to train two new students as ticket officers.  If 
those two students were expecting a relaxed training, they were sadly mistaken.  
Mike was hard-core and saw to it that his trainees ticketed the meters instead of 
wandering the university looking for more interesting hits such as fire-lane 
violations.  Mike’s insistence that the new employees stay put instead of drifting 
around made them nervous, because they knew that the students abusing the 
meter spaces would return before their shifts ended and undoubtedly be abusive 
upon seeing the tickets.  Mike made it clear that he cared less about what the 
violators thought of him, and by extension, what they thought of anyone he was 
training.

By the end of the spring semester’s second week Mike and his two trainees had 
cleared the freeloaders from lot Econ-A.  Most of the meters were being used by 
people who were paying them and Mike had the lot under control.  With that he 
released the two trainees, who immediately fled to central campus to spend their 
shifts wandering around doing nothing.

When Mike’s self-appointed task of clearing the meter violators from lot Econ-A 
was completed, he returned to working with Sam assisting him with collections 
and meter replacements.  Nearly two generations separated them, but the two men 
continued to enjoy riding around campus and chatting about the university.  They 
both liked gossip and exchanged interesting tidbits about various people working 
for both the parking department and the campus police department.  Sam seemed 
to know all the dirt about the office staff and the miscellaneous affairs and 
scandals that had plagued the department over the years.  As best he could, Mike 
reciprocated with what he knew about other student ticket-writers, although his 
information was not nearly as interesting as what Sam had to say.

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Throughout January Ruthie and Mike continued developing their relationship.  
Ruthie chatted incessantly about what she was learning in her geology classes as 
the couple walked around campus or went on hikes.  Unfortunately the weather 
along the coast was cold and drizzly most of the time, so going to the beach was 
not much of an option.  Instead, on weekends they went inland and explored.  

Two weeks after the semester started they went to Sacramento very early on a 
Sunday morning.  Ruthie had something special in mind: she wanted to have 
Mike take some pictures of her standing in front of the state capitol building with 
nothing on.  The Sacramento photo session was the most risky they had ever 
attempted, because of all the security around the building.  Mike knew better than 
to argue, however.  They came very close to being caught, but after several tries, 
they managed to time her posing during the few seconds that no one else was in 
sight.  Once they had the pictures, Ruthie rushed to pull her dress over her head.  
They heard someone yelling at them, so they took off running.  Fortunately 
whoever it was did not follow.  Of all the nude pictures Ruthie had of herself, the 
ones she had taken in front of the California legislature were her most prized, 
precisely because of the challenge she had Mike had to overcome to get them.

As for what they did on campus, their lives had settled into a routine.  Ruthie’s 
new schedule allowed her more time to eat lunch, which she always had with 
Mike.  However, in the evenings Ruthie and Mike did not always eat together 
because of their class schedules.  When Ruthie was in class Mike ate with his 
friends from the Danubian Solidarity Committee; when Mike was in class Ruthie 
ate with Jen.  Jen seemed indifferent whether Ruthie accompanied her to dinner or 
not, but to Ruthie it was extremely important never to be seen eating alone in the 
cafeteria.  Several times she saw Shannon or some of Shannon’s friends looking 
at her with total disdain, so there was no way that Ruthie ever would humiliate 
herself by letting those bitches see her sitting unaccompanied.

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Throughout January Ruthie became increasingly skilled at massaging Mike.  She 
started with him facing down, going from his feet to his shoulders.  That part 
relaxed him, but when he turned over for her to work on his front, she 
concentrated on getting him aroused.  She started with his shoulders and chest; 
then worked her way to his stomach and thighs.  When she was about to finish she 
asked him to spread his legs so she could massage the insides of his thighs and his 
pelvis.  She gently brushed his testicles and penis until he was hard.  As soon as 
she saw a drop of pre-cum she stopped and lubricated herself while he put on a 
condom.  

One night she decided to try something different.  She was having menstrual 
cramps and was in no mood whatsoever to have him enter her.  When she saw the 
drop of pre-cum, she did not stop.  Instead she continued massaging his pubic area 
and teasing his testicles.  When he tried to sit up, she placed her hand against his 
chest to push him back down.  Then she began massaging his penis.  She stroked 
him back and forth until she felt his organ pumping in her hand.  A few seconds 
later jets of white sperm shot out and splashed all over his stomach and chest.  
She winced slightly because she was totally nauseated at what she was seeing, but 
she continued pumping his penis.  Mike arched his back and groaned with 
pleasure.  Ruthie kept at it, determined to get all of the semen out of him before 
she stopped.  He grabbed her thigh and groaned again as he emptied another 
round of cum onto his stomach.  For some reason she was irritated when he 
grabbed her thigh, but she was relieved that she had managed to get him to climax 
without having to deal with actually having sex.

When he finally went limp, she glanced at the disgusting mess on his stomach.  
The smell was unpleasant.  She knew that in porn movies the woman would be 
expected to lick off the semen, but there was no way in Hell she would do such a 
thing, and Mike knew better than to suggest it.  Ruthie got a towel and rubbed it 
over his body.  She was hugely relieved.  Mike’s portion of the evening’s 
pleasuring had ended.  Now it was his turn to massage her and they would be 
done for the night.  She made sure he was completely dried off before she threw 
the towel at his dirty clothes sack.  She handed him the massage oil and lay down 
to wait for her massage.

An hour later Ruthie and Mike got cleaned up.  When he walked her back to her 
dorm, they were quiet.  Mike was wondering about the strange thing Ruthie had 
done to him, getting him to climax without wanting sex herself.  Ruthie, having 
made a valuable discovery, was wondering how often she could get away with 
giving Mike a simple hand-job without arousing his suspicions that she really did 
not enjoy having sex with him.

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Throughout the second half of January, Mike continued to help Sam collect coins 
from the meters.  There were days the take was well over $ 15,000.  As always, 
whenever Sam ran across a meter that was jammed, he casually dumped the coins 
into a beat-up plastic box stored in the toolbox of his pick-up truck.  Mike didn’t 
think anything about those coins for a while, but then he realized that he had 
never seen Sam bring those extra coins into the office to deposit in the coin 
counter.   The next day he observed Sam and noticed that once again, his partner 
must have “forgotten” to bring in those coins.  It seemed that every day Sam 
“forgot” about the money in his truck’s toolbox.  Mike smiled at the petty 
embezzlement, but then he realized it was not so petty.  If Sam kept the earnings 
off ten to twelve jammed meters from each shift; that would amount to $ 500 per 
day, or $ 2500 per week.  Not a bad way to supplement his salary.

Mike never considered telling anyone about Sam’s toolbox.  As long as his co-
worker was not putting him at risk, Mike had no motivation whatsoever to report 
the theft.  What would he get out of it?  Sam was a nice enough guy and was 
generous with offers of free Cokes and coffee…so what would be the point of 
doing anything against him?  Besides, Sam had found a way to stick it to the 
system, to get a piece of the action for himself.  Hey…as long as he had the guts 
to do it and could get away with it…more power to him.  Taking coins was not 
something Mike would consider doing, but if Sam did it; that was not his 
problem.

They next day Mike stood looking down a long row of meters, while Sam sat in 
the pickup writing some notes in a logbook.  He thought about Ruthie’s 
situation…how just $ 5,000 had made the difference whether she could continue 
with her studies or have to sit at home in Salinas doing nothing… $ 5,000…half 
of what Sam was taking out of the meters in a typical month.  

There were 30 meters in the row he was looking at.  Multiplied by $ 50 per meter, 
that would be $ 1,500 in coins just from a single row.  If one or two of those 
meters was jammed…and a couple more in the next row…

Mike took a deep breath.  No…he needed to stop thinking like that…

 
