Journal Entry(s) By: Tea

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Journal 2,014 - Entry 148

I know that when I write I have the tendency to wax poetic. I am not feeling particularly poetic this evening.

Why you might ask?

Apparently my lover is even younger that I thought and does not play well with others.

Is a little maturity too much to ask for?

Apparently it is.

The bell had already sounded signaling the end of my class, and I was packing up. On my way out the door, one of the other History Professors hailed me.

Vivien is the new professor of Ancient Languages and at 31 appears to be the second youngest member of our department. A lovely little thing with cropped black hair, big brown eyes behind a pair of horn rims and a bit of a Rubenisque body.

Quiet charming as well, as she asked me to join her for lunch.

Someone else in the department had told her that I also had 'studied' Ancient Languages and she wanted to talk to me. Not having anything else to do and no known plans for lunch, I accepted.

Grabbing my arm in delight she ushered me along to her office. She had packed a picnic lunch for herself and said there was plenty to share.

Now I'll admit that I should have been a touch more cautious of the pre-packed picnic lunch, but honestly didn't think anything of it.

We were sitting and having our lunch under one of the trees that surrounds the student quad. So far the conversation had been pleasant, the usual getting to know each other, when I heard my name shouted.

The Brat was practically stomping across the grass and seemed a little out of sorts.

Naturally, as the concerned lover I am, I asked what was wrong.

He had finished at the track early and had come to treat me to lunch and Marie, the department secretary, had told him where I was and with whom.

To make a long story short short Vivien asked if he was a student I was tutoring, and Ritchie took some sort of offense. It might have been the look on her face.

Pulling me up from where I sat next to her and away from where she had her hand on my arm, he then proceeded to inform her of precisely who he was; and what he thought of her; her low cut blouse; the wine with lunch; and the inappropriate touching.

I didn't even know he knew the meaning of the word inappropriate.

Vivien, reeling as if physically struck, snapped back complete with a nasty sneer.

"As if Adam would really sleep with a stupid, male, punk, like you. You are obviously delusional. Don't make me call security."

Ritchie then felt the need to demonstrate which of them was 'delusional'.

There is no way that I can stop myself when he nibbles my lower lip, and the little brat knows it. So of course I proceeded to kiss back.

Mac says that only the fact we are still dressed keeps it from being totally pornographic.

I will admit that the shrieks of outrage and the language that came from her mouth were not what one would expect from a university professor. While we may not know our parents, I doubt they were farm animals of any sort.

Ok, so in retrospect I should have been more aware of her intentions.

But there is nothing more endearing, or as hot, as a jealous lover staking their claim.

Especially Ritchie, The Brat should know what he means to me.

All right, so maybe I will forgive him for his behavior as it could be called justified, and I should also remind him about how much he means to me.

On second thought forgiveness may not be needed if that's chocolate sauce he's. …