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Jack Knowles had been interested in science as far back as he could remember. As soon as he could get his hands on Dad?s tools, he began dismantling and reconstructing household things, always successfully. When he first saw his Mom make bread and saw the dough rise, he became interested in chemicals and their interaction. His parents gave him a chemistry set, which he quickly took to, and completed all the possible experiments in only a couple weeks. They bought him a more advanced one, which he devoured in just a bit more time. He had found his future.By the time he got to high school, he had been identified as ?gifted?. Most of his classes, especially any related to science, were advanced placement. He graduated with a 3.94 GPA and a scholarship to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.Not only was he scholarly gifted, he was tall and handsome, with piercing blue eyes. He was an articulate extrovert with an easy, confident manner. The girls loved him, and he loved them. By sixteen he was having regular sex with several girls who were a year ahead of him in school. They tried their best to find ways to be exclusive with him, but he always was able to extricate himself from any restrictive entanglements, without ruining his relationship with the particular female.Life at MIT was a bit more difficult than it had been in high school, but he still managed to keep himself at or near the top of all his classes. There was about a fifty-fifty ratio of males to females. MIT saw to it that all races and students from many foreign countries were represented. He was out of his ninety-five percent white high school world and into a world with girls from many demographic groups. There were new worlds to conquer and enjoy!And conquer it he did. There was no doubt that almost all the students were in the nerdy-techie category, including him, but few had the social gifts he possessed. The geeky girls were attracted to him like flies to honey. When it came to sex, they turned out to be not so geeky. The ones he chose to hang out with were not only very intellectually talented, they were also sexually talented, and were not afraid to express their desires.Also, to Jack?s delight, most all the girls had career aspirations, just like he did. They were not interested in catching a husband, at least not at this point in their life. So sexual adventures were just mutually enjoyable, desire filled stress relief?with some reciprocal passion and emotion thrown in.Jack graduated Magna Cum Laude and enrolled in graduate school. He would pay for grad-school by working as a Teaching Assistant. TA?s taught undergrad classes in their specialty to free up professors to do research. Jack had two first year chemistry classes to instruct. Each was fifty minutes, three days a week, with approximately fifty students in each class.He was familiar with the work, having had two of his first year classes taught by a TA. What he did not realize was the total impact of the responsibility. Besides instructing, the TA had to grade every quiz and exam given, plus make recommendations to the Professor for a final grade. He also had to keep office hours so the students could talk with him if they needed to. For each class, he was to be available two hours a week at a specific time. There was an office, used by several TA?s, for these meetings; he kept them as short as possible so he could fit everyone in who wanted to see him.He had never had that need himself, so he did not realize how many students had problems, issues, or questions. He made it clear he was not a tutor. The time was more for administrative questions or problems and extremely quick, content related issues.This is when he first learned about the approach some females, who were not doing particularly well in the class, took, trying to increase their grade. ?Oh Mister Knowles, I will do absolutely anything to raise my grade. I really, really need to get an A in the course.?He did not really get it the first time it happened, telling the girl he could recommend several good tutors that could probably help her. She took the names and left, looking very disappointed.A few minutes after she left, it hit him?she had meant sex. Only five years ago he had been a first year undergrad. He knew exactly what these girls could do, and how meaningless it would be for them. There was no way he was going to jeopardize his job, and his eventual PhD, for some meaningless quickie. The next time it happened, he tested out his theory.He only had to wait until the next week. Cathie Neels came to see him.?Oh, Mister Knowles, I will do absolutely anything to raise my grade. I really, really need to get an A in the course.??So what exactly Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.viviescort.com/) do you mean by ?anything?? Maybe something like cleaning my apartment and washing my car twice a week for the rest of the year??She shifted around in the chair, making sure her skirt was high enough that he could not miss her panty-less pussy.?Ah... Well... No, I was thinking of something a little more intimate,? she said, with a big hopeful smile.?Oh, so you mean something more confidential and private?like, I tutor you and we don?t tell anyone else? I could not do that. I take my ethical responsibilities very seriously.?Now, spreading her legs and arching her back to emphasize her ample chest, she said, ?No, Mister Knowles. I mean pleasing you. You would not have to do anything except enjoy me.??Miss Neels, I do not see how I could possibly enjoy you more. It is a joy to have you in my class. Now, if there is nothing else, I do have other students waiting.?She collapsed like a punctured balloon. Giving Jack a hostile look, she grabbed her backpack and left without a further word. Jack had a bit of sympathy for her, but almost burst out in a full-throated laugh. Then he invited the next student in to discuss their concerns.It took Jack five years to complete his Doctoral Dissertation and receive his PhD in Chemical Engineering, specializing in silicons. He continued his TA work for those years and heard variations of the ?I?ll do anything? theme, year after year. He never took anyone up on their offer and had worked out a rote answer that quickly dispensed with the discussion.Now he was faced with the real world?putting his skills to work and earning his way. He had been courted by several large chemical companies and also by several large universities. All were offering six-figure salaries. They wanted his experience with silicons.He had come to enjoy the world of academia. He was comfortable there and had ideas that he wanted to research regarding new uses for silicon, ideas that, if they came to fruition, would be worth significant money. Corporations might reward him with a bonus, but he would never see any part of the income his ideas could generate. It would be the same at a large research university. Both would hold any patents he produced.He finally settled on Greyson College. It was a small, private school outside of Boston, that was looking to further develop their chemistry department to supplement their science curriculum. Jack?s experience and knowledge base was just what they needed. They agreed on a smaller salary than he could have made elsewhere, but still in six figures. The really important part to Jack was that they also agreed to provide him a new lab for his research, and agreed to a sixty-forty split in anything he developed. Jack would own the patent and receive the sixty percent.He rented a house near the campus and started working on his new lab space just two weeks after his graduation; the ink was barely dry on his new employment contract. He was obligated to teach one fourth year advanced organic chemistry course, while the rest of his time would be devoted to research. He was promised that, until he brought in grant money, funds would soon be available, allowing him to hire one student as a lab assistant. In addition to the lab assistant, he was also expected to mentor one or two other graduate students working towards their PhD in Chemical Engineering.He threw himself into his work. Time passed quickly. Soon it was late August, and his advanced chemistry course was starting. It was limited to twenty students and filled rapidly. The college grapevine told him it was due to his reputation as a leading expert in organic chemistry, specifically silicons. As a first year professor, he found this hard to believe, but he had not kept up much with the outside world, due to his efforts getting his new lab up and running.He did fully realize that his social life, and resulting sex life, had taken a precipitous decline. He no longer had hundreds of potential female companions available. Unlike when he was a student and able to mingle at will with all the others, he was now very limited in his student social interactions. They were not looked upon as generally acceptable by the College.He had attended two conferences during the summer. At each one, he met an eager and amorous female colleague. Spending their free time in intimate, sensual activities had been extremely satisfying for both parties. However, the two occasions were limited to the week-long conference, due, at least in part, to the travel distance between their respective homes. To somewhat curb his sexual appetite, and to devote Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan (http://www.viviescort.com/) the time required to start the research he had in mind, he managed to put sex in the recess of his mind, at least temporarily.His new class was made up of fifteen males and five females. At this level, they were all bright, looking forward to graduation and beginning their careers. Some would start right away, some would stay on to earn Masters and Doctoral degrees. He told the class on the first day about soon being able to hire a lab assistant and his willingness to mentor one or two others in pursuit of an advanced degree. He emphasized his requirement that whoever he selected as his assistant be committed to pursuing a Doctoral degree.It was not until the middle of the semester that he received the funding for the lab position. Even though he was in a hurry to pick an assistant, he knew he needed to really get to know whoever applied?he and the hiree had to be very like-minded. He had received five applications. Three from males and two from female students. He reviewed their grades and curriculum vitae to this point. Two of the males clearly were not acceptable, so it was down to Cooper Bell, Amelia Ward, and McKenzie Morgan.On three consecutive afternoons, he interviewed each one in his office. The interviews were rigorous, mostly having to do with their academic and functional qualifications. He did not want to make a mistake and then have to deal with the consequences. All three were highly qualified in both areas.Cooper and Amelia had come from modest backgrounds. They were paying for their education partly by scholarship, and partly by their part-time work. McKenzie was clearly from a rich, northeastern family. The department chairman had told him she had a very privileged upbringing; she was a descendant of J.P. Morgan, and her father owned a private investment firm, started by her grandfather. It took at least a one million dollar investment to be considered as a client.Since he would be working closely with whoever he chose, he decided he needed to get to know them in a more relaxed setting. He invited them all, individually, to dinner at his house, to further discuss their goals and to hopefully help him decide who he could work with best, on a somewhat long-term basis.Cooper somewhat reminded Jack of himself?hair unkempt, jeans, tee shirt or sweat shirt was pretty standard dress for him. Amelia struck him as an intelligent plain Jane. Simple wardrobe, short hair; a wash and wear girl. He had known a number of women in that category, some were sexual dynamos. As a matter of curiosity, he wondered where on the continuum of intimate passions hers resided, not that it mattered for the position, it would never be a consideration.After the first day of class, McKenzie had moved from the rear to take a seat in the front row of the room. Her self-confidence and intelligence were quietly apparent. She wore designer clothes?not overtly flaunting it, but he had seen enough in his life to know designer from store brand. She would rotate randomly from jeans to mini-skirts to shorts, often carelessly spreading her legs or sitting cross-legged at times, as if perhaps daring or tempting him.He arranged the dinners on consecutive Saturday nights?first Amelia, then Cooper, and finally, McKenzie. Amelia and Cooper were both pleasant, articulate, and intelligent. There was a certain natural difference between male and female, but it was not determinative. He liked them both.He knew dinner with McKenzie was going to be different because of her background, and the fact that she used the "I will do anything" line during her interview in his office. He did not disqualify her because he felt a certain strong, but undefinable, connection with her. There was no denying that she was probably the brightest and most committed of the three.She arrived exactly at 7:00 pm, as he had requested. Looking out a window, he saw her exit a late model BMW. She was wearing black heels that had red soles, a black, finely pleated, somewhat mini, skirt and a colorful, abstract patterned, tight, thin sweater. Her assets were tastefully on full display. The skirt defined the splendid curved ass that it hid; the sweater delineated the sumptuous breasts that it cloaked.Jack felt himself starting to harden, even though he had told himself he would treat her just like the other two. That feeling he still could not define was becoming stronger. It was not attraction, he told himself. He was convinced he was hardened to anything he might physically feel for her. This was all about qualifications, skills, and willingness to work. He would Escort Anadolu Yakası (http://www.viviescort.com/) prove her not to be the right choice.As he opened the door for her, she gave him a chilled bottle of a French Chablis, the perfect pairing for the shrimp Caesar salad and broiled Italian bread he was preparing for dinner. After opening the wine and pouring each of them a glass, he led her to a wing back chair while he sat on a nearby couch.Wanting to shock her into a reaction of some sort, he said, ?So, McKenzie, you attended Welbury Latin Prep school before coming to Greyson.??Yes. It is a very good school. They cultivated a discipline in me to always give my all.??So, correct me if I am wrong, but I have the image of you as coming from old money, probably with your own trust fund that activated at age twenty-one. At sixteen, you lost your virginity to a guy named Hamilton Seward, the Third, or Fourth, or some similar old money name. Every boy you ever dated was a third or fourth of something. Your parents have the ideal husband in mind for you. You have gotten everything you ever wanted, ever since you can remember. Am I correct? And why Greyson, and why organic chemistry??Although shocked by his very direct, bold assessment of her life, she remained seemingly unflappable.?You are fundamentally correct, Professor Knowles???Call me Jack. This is meant to be very informal.??Okay... Jack. I came to Greyson because, although you may be generally correct about my upbringing and family history, I am determined to be my own person and to pursue my own interests.??And what are those interests? Why organic chemistry in particular??She went on to tell Jack how, when she was young, she saw a PBS NOVA television show about how life was constructed, at its most basic level. It revolved around carbon. She went to the library, checked out books, and read about it. That only whetted her enthusiasm, so she told her father of her interests, and he, thinking is was a passing phase, indulged her. He hired a tutor, thinking it would bore her so much she would quickly lose interest.Just the opposite happened. The more she learned, the more she wanted to know. By sixth grade, she was at an advanced high school level. Her father gave up and let her have her head, as they say about a running horse. She went on more about drugs, hydrocarbons and silicon. She clearly had much more than a passing interest in organic chemistry.?And what about Greyson? Why here? Rumor has it that you were accepted at Harvard and Yale, just to name two.??I wanted a small, non-ivy league, but high quality school. Greyson meets those requirements. If I do not get accepted by you, after graduation I will go to Harvard or Yale for grad school.??You could be mentored by me, but not be my lab assistant. You would still get the benefit of whatever I could teach you and have my guidance towards a fantastic dissertation.??Yes, but I would not be working closely with you. It is you I want. Your knowledge and insight is what I mean,? she said, squirming in her chair a bit.In fact, it was both that she wanted. Ever since the first day of class, she had been attracted to him. He seemed to be the kind of guy she had dreamed of. He was exceptionally bright, and, she suspected, a very good lover. At odd times she would find herself thinking of them together, him deep in her, driving her from orgasm to orgasm. Also running through her mind, at random times, were thoughts of taking him down her throat, feeling and tasting him as his pulsating cock fed her his seed. She nurtured and cherished these thoughts when they coalesced in her mind.He had been watching her intently through the conversation. Although trying to ignore it during their discussion, he was very conscious of his hopefully unseen, hard genital state. She was astounding in her poise, confidence, elegance, and her commitment to her chosen field. He never expected her to be this eloquent and impressive. He did expect that she was sexually free-spirited. He had no specific knowledge to confirm that, but his past experience and the vibes he thought he felt, led him to that conclusion.Suddenly, he jumped up and immediately headed for the kitchen. ?Just stay there. I need to check on things. We will be eating in a few minutes.?He needed time to think. He had foreseen the whole evening. As much as he was personally attracted to her, this was to be the time to prove she was not the one. He thought he would embarrass or mortify her about her sex life; confuse and disconcert her about her interest in organic chemistry; irritate her about her privilege and family wealth. None of this had come to pass. Now he was drawn to her more than ever. He had one last thing... that could wait until after dinner.?Okay, dinner is served. Please join me at the table.?During dinner, he dialed back the conversation to just movies they had seen, music they appreciated, food they enjoyed, just light banter. To his dismay, they enjoyed mostly the same things.They finished dinner and the bottle of wine at the same time.