Hi guys, sorry for the long gap, been hecktic at work. thanks for all your comments so far, love them all. and i hopefully will get better at the spelling as this goes on, I will be starting another chapter and it will not take as long i promise. Just to say it still the year 2000 and Calie is recapping on the medical conference, I will try to make this more past tense, though I am very useless at it. so here we go..

Orange juice

"Calie?, Calie are you even listening to me?" I snapped back to reality, and found Caroline somewhat annoyed slightly, looking in my eyes to see if I was still on planet Earth. "sorry Caroline, what is it you were saying"
"I'd ask what you were thinking about, but its more of a whom that a what."
"whom?...wait what?"
"I saw you goo, goo eyeing the tall depressive Sweed earlier" Caroline had a very stern look upon her face.
"sweed?"
"Mr Hanssen, the tall, lanky fellow who spoken on surgery, are you with me now Calie?" Caroline asked. now knowing who she was on about,I asked again, out of shock more than miss-understanding. "SWEED!?" .
"Swede as in Swedish Calie, I would have though the name Henrik Hanssen gave it away"
"He Never said his ...first name, Henrik Hanssen" I sighed slightly 'what a wonderful name, sexy too, Henrik Hanssen, Oh I could scream that name out in -'
"Calie!" Caroline shouted from across the room, she was having her hair and makeup done for later that evening. "I though I ought to stop you there before you left the Earth to join cloud, what ever people call it these days and tell you, that there is no point going down that road."
"what road, I'm not going down any road" I said quickly making it completely obviouse what I was doing."but you know just for generale information, why?..., Is Mr Hanssen married...gay?" I asked worryingly 'please don't say yes...please don't say yes.
"no. but,he might as well be, I haven't seen him show affection to anyone...ever! he remains blank, dray humored and miserable to all." she waved away the makeup girl, trying to powder her face.
"How long have you known Mr Hanssen?" I asked
"Oh a few years... any way to change the subject,have you chosen what you would like to do next?"
"surgery" I said mumbling slightly as I hoped that Caroline would not hear me, but unfortunately she did and replied with
"and this has absolutely nothing to do with Mr Hanssen, you just came up with the idea all by your self?" she looked at me with a raise eyebrows "don't get me wrong Calie, I can see the attraction... if I were 20 years younger and 2 foot taller ooh!." I will be forever mortified by the image planted in my head that day, Caroline wafts away the makeup girl again. "my dear I am 69 years of age no matter how many times you pat my face with that insufferable puff, the rincles on my face will still be there" the girl was quite shock and looked to be on the verge of tears "however if you were to set your skills upon my young friend over there, i'm sure you would be much appreciated" Caroline smiled and patted the chair next to her.
"oh, no I'm fine. I really don't -"
"come on we have to get you ready for this evening".

"tell me again why I'm here?" I asked Caroline as I cower behind her like a lost puppy, we were making our way down to the after party she explained earlier as the girl transformed my face. It was amazing it was like some one had taken a rubber to my face, and then started with a blank canvas and turned me into a woman. I'd never wore that much makeup before, I made a point not to, it's just so fake, its like saying 'Hi my name is manikin and I'm plastic, don't get my face wet or I will melt as my skin underneath is allergic to oxygen'. the only reason I am doing this is to be nice to Carol. She had got one of the assistance to go out and BUY me a dress for that evening, I mean actually BUY me a dress. I have to thank her some how. "this is your chance to see the professors behind the universaty...sort of, they will keep some of their stature but only a little, you can socialize, get to know people, become friends. And I want to see how you act out of your comfort zone." at that point I was feeling a bit suspicious of Caroline. But I decided to brush it off for now and against my better nature continue with this...what ever it was she was doing.

As we came close to the main hall you could hear faint music coming from a beautiful band it was quite soothing to here actually. as we came to the top of the main satires I located the band playing at the far side of the room, then I inspected the rest of the room. "if you want to get on in the world you need to take what opportunities you can, especially the ones given to you on a silver platter, well good evening Mr Davenport." A very bold and round gentleman stood at the bottom of the stairs held out his hand Caroline held out her, and he bowed slightly. "Mrs Gene" the gentleman said. he arose and looked towards me "and this is?" he put his hand out as he did before "Miss Gates." I just stare nervously at the hand infront of me. Caroline nudges me I sigh and place my hand in his, and as he bends down and kisses my hand, and if that wasn't bad enough he opened his mouth and tried to complement my as well "you beauty out shines the stairs on a clear nights sky" I clenched my teeth and gave out the most awkward smile I have. The only thing that could make this worse was if Mr-
"Oh Mr Livingston, how nice it is to see you again, I did not know you were going to be here tonight"
'bollocks!' I closed my eyes trying to hide the frustration now boiling inside of me. "hello Mr Livingston" I smile weekly and with no pleasant feeling what so ever, apparently in his language means,'hey let's stat talking'. which I would not of minded if I was with Caroline but she split herself from me and left me with 'this perv...son' and started to make her way across the room with Mr Davenport. "you look radiant, Miss Gates." I could feel his eyes undressing me, it sent shivers down my spine. I just grit my teeth forces a smile "thank you Mr Livingston."
"We don't need formality here, you can call me Steve."
"no offense but I would rather call you Mr Livingston, it helps maintain the.. well you know-" he was really starting to get on my nerves he keeps looking from breast to breast then back me my face as if I haven't noticed, I could probably say just about anything and he would not know. As much as I am want to scream out load that he is a perverting little man, there was something I wanted more than that. "excuse me for a moment sir"
"oh a moment. how will I keep myself occupied" he went to try and put his hand on my butt cheek. (the dress Caroline's little helper had chosen for the evening was a little lacking in the length, and stuck to my figure like glue, outlining every curve and bump.) luckily for me I had begun to move towards my targeted destination and he missed and ended up looking like a right Pratt grabbing mid-air. I turn smiled smugly and said "Oh I'm sure you'll find something Sir after all small things amuse the empty minded" I smile even wider, quite happy with my replay and march over to the bar and order a small glass of wine, I need to get rid of all this anger and nerves, plus its all free. 'wow' I mutter to myself . the wine I had just sipped was no knock of tesco wine, this was the 'shit'. the intensity of the flavor is incredible, so smooth, a little heavily bodied but the flavor makes up for that. so I gladly take another sip, and another until it is all gone. As much as I would have liked to have had another glass, I did not want to be drunk at a place like this. Though I am sure someone else will make a huge tit of them selves before I do. instead I decided to look around. This room had such magnificent art work, I could not just let it go unseen. the walls had paintings of famous professors in history, awards plastered all over the place, frames on very wall. but the real marvel was the ceiling, it was made of glass, you could see all the stars shinning so brightly, despite all the light pollution in london which was amazing. after being harassed be Mr Livingston for the third time this evening I thought it best to try and disappear.

I made my way to the balcony overlooking the streets and houses of london, it was a warm night with a slight chilly breeze but it was beautiful. the sound of cars echoed in the distance, london was such a busy place, never sleeping, yet there is always something so tranquil about it. "excuse me madam, you'r drink" the voice of a waiter pulled me out of the trance that london had me under.
"I'm sorry but I didn't order any drink" I said angrily thinking that Mr Livingston had ordered me something, I looked at his tray it had a glass with orange juice and about 4 cubes of ice init. I raise my eye brow, looked confusingly at the drink and then at the boy. "the gentleman over there said this is what you had ordered" the boy was starting to look worried that he had made a mistake. I looked to see were the boy was pointing , and my face instantly drops, Mr Hanssen raised his glass and mimed 'cheers' with a huge stuben grin on his face. I took the glass from the boy "thank you." rose it and mimed 'cheers' at Mr Hanssen, who by this point was making his way out on the balcony. I turned to face the streets of london once more, I thought it best not to let Mr Hanssen see the huge grin on my face. Caroline thinks he has a dry sence of humor but truth be told I think I like it. I could hear the sound of his foot steps rapidly approaching, i quickly straightened my face and hide the grin.
"good evening Miss Gates."
"what do you mean?, do you mean to wish me a good evening or that it is a good evening whether I want it or not, or that I should feel good on this particular evening, or this is a particular evening to feel good on, Mr Hanssen" I do not turn to look at him, still trying to hide the smile on my face. "all of them at once Miss Gates" He stands next to me, leans on the balcony edge as I am and joins me in gazing down over london. "it's surprisingly tranquil for a city that full of such untranquil things."
"beauty can be found in the most unlikely of places Mr Hanssen, you are a surgeon are you not?" I swerve, suavely to face the tall, lanky, expensive tux wearing Swede, anxiously waiting for his replay just so I can out wit him. "yes, but I fail to -"
"fuck!" a distant squeal from a short suelto in the distant cuts our convocation, as a scurry to find a suitable hiding place. lucky for me I squeeze behind a pillar perfectly in time as Mr Livingston comes stumbling toward Mr Hanssen. "Miss GAtess.. Mr Hamnstam..san, where'd Mrs Gatess go..?"
"Mr Livingston, unfortunately I do not know were Miss Gates is, nor do I know were she went as I was alone on this balcony untill mere moments ago."
"but I swa her hehere jusst naw!"
"Mr Livingston it is clear that you are highly intoxicated, and the chances of you being mistaken about, seeing Miss Gates out here, as a result of you're intoxication, is most probable." Mr Hanssen paused a second or two, so that Mr Livingston's drunk brain could absorb his words."now if you don't mind, I would like to continue with what I was doing before I was interrupted." Mr Hanssen looked firmly at Mr Livingston. Mr Livingston rolled his eyes, waved at Mr Hanssen and began to wobble back indoors. I could not help but sigh with relief as He vanished into the crowd of people behind the door. "out of sight out of mind, Miss Gates"
"well said Mr Hanssen, now where were we?" 'SPLAT!'

It took me a couple of seconds to realise that I was back in the present day I look at my left sleeve to see there is a faint circular layer of butter on my shirt, I sigh, look up to see who could have 'possibly' thrown it, to no other than Jenny Carter pointing and laughing her plastic ass off just across the way. I roll my eyes reach into my bag to get out a tissue and remove the butter best I can, though it does leave a grease stain which is going to be a pain to remove. As I try to continue with my meal and thoughts about what friday might bring, I see that Jenny has decided to join me for lunch. "a pleaser as always Jenny"I say as I offer her a seat opposite to me.
"I'm not her to eat with you stupid" she giggles to herself, as I just look blanc faced and reply in a dull tone
"sarcasm Jenny, you may want to try it someday"
"lowest form of wit"
"any form of wit would be a considerably more amount than you have jenny"
"there's more to life than wit Calie"
"there's more to life than shaging everyone, don't you know that's how you get STD's"
"that's what condoms are for"
"there not a hundred percent, just be carefull next time you get a cold-sore, we would not want Mr Jenkins to be off for any period of time because he has Genital warts... again." I can see jenny grit her teeth, there are too many students and tutors in the room for her to start this fight. "at least when I want sex with a tutor, I don't sit in the dinning hall thinking about it, I just do it."
"I wasn't thinking about having sexual inter course with a tutor."
"Oh don't tell me,let me guess... Mr Fox right, you were deep in the thought of him ridding you over the desk in class." it was pretty clear I could say almost anything to try to discourage her from such accusations, but that would not affect her as she is now in her own little imagen a story for Calie mode, so instead I think I will..."yes, because I 'often' sit here and think about 'all' times me and Mr Fox could have sex... him 'riding' me over the desk as you say, the very thought sends shivers down my nerves system and ignites a longing that can only be quenched by Mr Fox's naked body!" and if I were ever more sarcastic in my life, than I have just been these past moments then I will quit being a doctor and take to the stage, though it seemed to do the trick as jenny in now silent and slight more gobsmacked than I had imagined she would be. "whats with the face Jenny, it's not that suprising that I can come up with one of your sex stories, it's not that difficult to imagine how you would see things play out trust me." she still does not answerer, then from the corner of her moth the smugist smile starts to appere. Then it dawns on me why she is pulling that face, "He standing behind me isn't he?"
"yes 'he' is Calie" Mr Fox said rather disapprovingly, I bit my lower lip and could feel embarrassment flooding into me, this was not good, not good at all. I stood and turned to face Mr Fox, who was not looking as disapproving as he sounds, I've seen him with other students when he shouts at them, but this, this is more of a- "My office now Calie" I can't bear to look him in the eye. I sigh and begin to pick up my things including the half eaten past salad I had made for lunch, which is a shame because I was really looking forward to eating it.

And that's all she wrote fokes, hope you enjoyed and sorry again for the long gap in-between chapters. just a couple of things the whole good evening thing was taken from the hobbit, good morning thing between Billbo and Gandalf, I love the film and have wanted to but that in ever since I heard it. and when Calie is on the balcony and 'swerves suavely' its like suave but suavely is not a word I don't think, but I like the sound of it so I kept it in there. and gobsmacked did not come up with the proper spelling either so I left it in there starting the next chapter and it wont be as long as the next one.