The Reality Engine Ch. 11

"Sounds interesting," Scott said. "What's the deal?"

"Everyone that I live with has season tickets to Wassamatta U football games," Adol said. "Which we don't use all that often, so we typically just give the tickets away to people who want them. I have 11 tickets for this Saturday's game, you want them?"

"You going to the game?" Scott asked.

"Sure, Richard and I will both attend," Adol said. "They are field level seats, right near the action."

"I'll bring it up over dinner tonight, and see who wants to come with me, but count me in as one," Scott said. "Is Wassamatta U playing Frostbite Falls University this Saturday?"

"No, they don't play until the next to the last weekend of the regular season," Adol said. "This is a game against another conference opponent, The Watchmaker's Technical Institute."

"The Watchmaker's Technical Institute?" Scott asked. "What kind of University is that?"

"It was founded by a group of watchmakers decades ago, as a professional training school," Adol replied. "It's a complete university today, but it kept the original name. No one calls it the Watchmaker's Technical Institute, though."

"Well, what do they call it?" Scott asked.

"Tick Tock Tech," Adol replied.

"Figures," Scott said.

"So, make sure you ask your pals tonight if they want to go, and get back to me pronto, okay?" Adol asked.

"Sure," Scott said. "This sounds like a lot of fun. What time is kick-off?"

"Kick-off is at 1:51 PM on Saturday afternoon," Adol said.

"That's an extremely odd kick-off time," Scott remarked.

"Every time Wassamatta U hosts Tick Tock Tech, that's the kick-off time," Adol said. "It's set in honor of the first big win of Wassamatta U's 1963 championship team, which was a 66-60 victory over Tick Tock Tech. 1:51 PM is 6,660 seconds after noon."

"So, your school is trolling Tick Tock Tech by encoding the final score of that 1963 game into the start time of every home game against them thereafter in a manner that only a watchmaker could really appreciate?" Scott asked.

"What can I say?" Adol asked. "We're funny that way."

"I can't wait to go to this game," Scott said.

"I think I might be able to offer you a bonus," Adol said. "This Saturday night is also the semi-annual running of the naked mile at Wassamatta U."

"That's a real thing?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, but it's not like the movies," Adol said. "Some people go all the way, other people go half-way, and still others stay fully clothed. I've run the race the last two years, and it's always fun to go to. Come for the football game, stay for the run. Let me know who wants to come with you as soon as you can, okay?"

"Sure," Scott said, as he got off the phone with Adol, and continued to eat his lunch.

Later in the afternoon, at nearly 5 PM, Scott decided to pack up and head for home. As he walked out of Water Buffalo Hall, and down the well-known pathway to Maybe Dick Hall, he stopped once again at the campus square, where he spotted a group of 3 University Cheerleaders a short distance away from him. One of the cheerleaders he saw was a very lovely black girl. She was tall, with very long legs, and a tight, muscular, thin body with wide hips, a skinny stomach, and a large chest. She had long black hair, nearly down to her waist, which she wore straight, and a dazzling smile of pearly white teeth. She had high cheekbones and large eyes, and Scott could not recall having seen her before with the other cheerleaders. The two cheerleaders who were with her were the two blonde sisters Scott had seen in his previous vision.

Scott continued to walk, and as he got closer to them, another vision arose before his eyes. He saw the black cheerleader naked, and she was in the same room as the previous vision with the cheerleaders. Scott gasped, and stopped walking to focus on getting as many details as he could out of this vision. The visions of Pepper and Liandra had both turned out to be very important, meaning this vision might be important as well, and if Scott was going to do the right thing, he needed to know as much as possible.

In his vision, the black cheerleader approached a naked Asian man, who was sitting down in a chair in front of her. The Asian man was much older than the black cheerleader was, and while Scott didn't recognize him, he could clearly see the man's facial features: black hair, thick, black glasses, and a gentle, benign smile. The cheerleader was fit and in shape, while her male counter-part was average. He was not fat, but he also had no muscle definition.

Scott's first priority with this new vision was to determine if this encounter was consensual or not. If the encounter was above the board, then his next priority was to determine when and where it was taking place.

"You like what you see?" the black cheerleader asked the older Asian man.

Scott was shocked, this was the first time he had heard people talking in his vision. He didn't know that was a thing that could happen.

"Hell yes," the Asian man said, as the black cheerleader smiled as wide as she could. "I'm not worthy of you, Janet, and we both know that. Why are you so good to me?"

At this moment, the older, blonde cheerleader with the birthmark on her butt from the last vision entered into this one. She was still completely naked.

"That's a good question," the blonde cheerleader said. "Why are you so good to Michael? You don't need that fucker for anything, Janet. Plenty of guys, with rock hard muscles, who are impeccably dressed, and who drive hot cars would go for you. Trade up is my advice."

The blonde cheerleader was obviously making a tongue-in-cheek statement, and was not serious.

"You know what I love about him, Amy," Janet said.

"I think he wants to hear you say it, again," Amy said. "He loves it when you tell him why a goddess like you is content to be around a worthless bastard like him."

"I'm not a goddess, he just treats me like one," Janet said, flashing that beautiful smile. "I can't wait to fulfill my part of our deal, and get pregnant with his baby. It's all I've hoped for since the first time we met."

Michael's penis throbbed uncontrollably, it was clear he had fantasized about impregnating Janet many times over the course of their relationship.

"Please, Janet, I need you," Michael begged.

Janet smiled again, and she lay down on her stomach over Michael's lap.

"Spank me, daddy," Janet pleaded. "I've been a bad, little girl, daddy, and I need to be punished and spanked."

"Oh God," Michael exclaimed, as he locked eyes with her, and ran his fingers gently over her butt. "Every time I look into those lovely eyes, and feel this soft tush, I can't bring myself to raise my hand against you."

"You have to punish me, daddy," Janet said, as she licked her lips. "Do it out of love, because if you don't discipline me, I'll never learn."

"Alright, but only because I love you," Michael replied, as he smacked Janet on the butt.

Amy looked on at this scene and smiled, and a new noise entered the vision, the sound of a cell phone going off. Amy moved over to a small table, where a large collection of phones were piled up, and picked up her phone to check it. When she turned it on, to check her calls, Scott was able to see the date and time: September 20th, 9:30 PM. The events of this vision had taken place four weeks and two days in the past, on the Saturday night before the start of instruction and the opening of school for the fall semester. This made sense to Scott; if this party was the cheerleader's own idea, that particular Saturday night would be the logical time to have it. The incoming call had been on one of the other phones which were piled up on the table, and not Amy's, so she put her phone down on the table, and turned back to Michael and Janet.

He was no longer spanking her, she was seated in his lap, chest to chest, and they were kissing like mad. It was apparent to Scott they were madly in love. As Amy watched the two lovers make out, she smiled on in approval, before she turned and walked over to a large rug that was in the center of the room. Laying down upon it was Amy's sister, the other blonde cheerleader, who was in the arms of a middle-aged Indian man. The Indian man was impressive, strong and fit, with all of his hair, and thick, black glasses. Amy's sister and the Indian man were also naked, just like everyone else in this vision.

"Come down here and lay with us for a while," The Indian man said to Amy. She obeyed him, and lay down next to him, just as her sister was.

"Having fun with your first weekend in college, Jennifer?" Amy asked her younger sister.

"This is the life," Jennifer said. "You and Professor Ramayana have been so good at helping me get acclimated to this University."

As soon as Scott heard the name Professor Ramayana, he gasped. He knew who that was. He was an extremely prominent professor of mathematics at the University of Frostbite Falls. Professor Ramayana was teaching the Monday, Wednesday, Friday Calculus 1A lecture at 9 AM at Felonious Floyd Hall that Chad, Padme, and Tammy, amongst others, were enrolled in.

"You're both very clever girls, and it has been my privilege to know you and watch you grow up," Professor Ramayana said, as he wrapped each of his arms around one of the sisters, and pressed their bodies against his.

"You are too kind," Amy said, as she kissed Professor Ramayana. "I'd be nowhere without you. I know I'd have flunked out by now without your help."

"Absolute nonsense," Professor Ramayana said, getting defensive. "You are one of the most talented students I've ever had the privilege of teaching. Once you graduate, at the end of this academic year, your spot in the graduate program will be waiting for you whenever you want it. Don't bother applying, the committee has already approved you."

"You're really smart, Amy, much smarter than I am," Jennifer said. "Why, you're only a senior, and you're already a GSI for Calculus 1A. I could never do what you've done."

"Only because I have such great role models and people to encourage me," Amy said, as she kissed Professor Ramayana, while he fondled her pussy. "We never had that back home growing up, and I think you'll do better academically here than you did in High School, Jen."

"I am so very proud of you, Amy" Professor Ramayana said. "I still remember the first time we met, almost three years ago today, in that Calculus 1A lecture. You were jittery as a June Bug, but look at you now."

"Yeah," Amy said, as she grabbed hold of Professor Ramayana's cock, started to jerk him off, and stared deeply into his eyes. Scott was astonished, as he looked into Amy's eyes, he saw an intense longing and desire that he had seldom seen in anyone. He didn't completely understand what she wanted.

"Jittery as a June Bug pretty much describes me right now, too," Jennifer said. "I've got my first college class, Calculus 1A lecture, on Monday morning, and I'm not ready for it at all. You've always told me how great this University is, Amy, but I'm so nervous. What if I fall flat on my face?"

"You'll do fine," Professor Ramayana said, with a smile, as he pinched Jennifer's left titty. "While I cannot allow you to enroll in your sister's discussion section, as I don't want Amy grading your homework and exams, we will both be here to guide you. Rely on us, and ask if you have any questions, and we will both do our best for you."

"Thank you, Professor Ramayana," Jennifer said, as she kissed him. "You're so good, to both of us."

"Please, my dear," Professor Ramayana said. "There is absolutely no need to be so formal, not for you and I. Your sister calls me Patel, and has called me by my first name since the first time we met, and I'd like you to do the same. The greatest joy I've experienced in life comes from having known both of you for the last three years. You've both given me so much, that formalities are not required."

Both girls leaned in and kissed Professor Ramayana on the cheek, and Scott smiled at what he saw. At that moment, the vision ended. Scott had more information now than he had before, he knew when this party with the naked cheerleaders had taken place, and he also had the names of some of the participants, but he still did not know where it had happened. Scott had a smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear, as he watched Janet, Amy, and Jennifer walk away into the distance. He was glad that such beautiful young ladies were also good people, and were so much in love.

As Scott continued to walk on to Maybe Dick Hall, still smiling from how happy the vision of the 3 cheerleaders made him, he could have sworn he heard a noise behind him. He turned around sharply, and saw nothing behind him.

"Hello?" Scott asked. "Is anyone there?"

Scott shrugged his shoulders, and turned around and continued to walk. He had gotten about another 150 feet, when he could have sworn he heard another noise, much softer this time, but still clearly audible. Again, he stopped and turned around to look, and again, he saw nothing. He scanned the path behind him, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Another vision floated through Scott's mind. There was a tree, off to the side of the walking path, about 120 feet away from Scott, and, in this vision, Scott saw a man standing by the tree. The man was middle-aged, tall, exceptionally muscular, and strong. The man in the vision wore a green poncho over his shoulders, a panama hat on his head, he wore blue jeans, and he had on a pair of cowboy boots. He was armed, as Scott could definitely see two long knives attached to his belt. Scott wondered who this man was, but just as quickly as the vision had come to him, it faded away, and Scott once again saw an empty path behind him. The tree was still there, but the man standing by it had vanished. He stared intently at the tree, but he saw nothing.

Scott didn't know if what he had seen was real, but he decided not to risk it. He turned around, and ran all the way to the safety of Maybe Dick Hall. Scott knew, instinctively, that the man in his vision was dangerous.

Scott arrived at the meeting room on the second floor of Maybe Dick Hall at 5:25 PM. As he entered the room, Sonya saw him, smiled at him, and handed him a bottled water, which he drank.

"Right on time," Sonya said, as she led Scott to the couch in the middle of the meeting room, where an older Asian man was seated waiting for Scott. "Might I introduce you to Mr. Jason Lee, the Deputy Director of the Residents Hall Management?"

Scott looked up, to shake Mr. Lee's hand, and he was stunned. This man was not exactly the middle-aged Asian man that Scott had seen in his vision, but the facial features were close, and Jason Lee was definitely a blood relative of Michael. As Scott sat down next to Mr. Lee, Sonya left the meeting room, and indicated she would gather everyone together for dinner.

Over the next 20 minutes, Mr. Lee asked Scott a number of questions about his work with Dr. Karlov, which Scott made a guarded reply to, and about his visions, which Scott answered more openly, and finally, for a full recounting of what happened on Friday night, which Scott answered completely.

"By the way, I seem to have heard your name somewhere on campus before. Do you have a brother who's a faculty member?" Scott asked, as the interview was wrapping up.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Mr. Lee replied. "My baby brother, Professor Michael Lee, is a much smarter and more learned man than I could ever hope to be, and he is a professor of astrophysics here at Frostbite Falls University. Just between the two of us, yes, my parents always liked him best."

"I can imagine that," Scott said, with a laugh. "So, what happens next?"

"I'll share what you've told me with the executive board," Mr. Lee said. "We'll also coordinate with the Frostbite Falls police department, and with Campus Safety, to do a full investigation of this incident, which means more interviews and fact finding with the people involved. We've never dealt with something like this before, you understand, so we're still figuring things out as we go. If you learn anything, please communicate with us immediately. We should exchange phone numbers, so that I can keep you posted."

Scott and Mr. Lee exchanged phone numbers, and Mr. Lee shook Scott's hand and wished him well. As soon as he had left, Scott exited the meeting room, and found a large group of his friends waiting for him by the elevator: Sonya, Kloe, Chad, Steve, Henry, Bridget, Liandra, Alania, and Pepper. Scott shared a group hug with them all, and together they headed out for the Light Fingers Five dinning commons and dinner.

"I had hoped Margaret would join us tonight," Scott told Alania, as he walked side-by-side with her towards the commons.

"She's busy, she scored a touchdown," Alania said, with a wide smile. "Remember that hunky football boy she was hitting on during the party at Adol's house?"

"Sure I do, what happened with that?" Scott asked.

"She met him again in the University Center last week, and managed to exchange phone numbers with him," Alania said. "Then, this past Saturday, fortune smiled on her. Hunky football boy sprained his ankle, and will miss the next 4 games. Margaret called him to offer her condolences, and they got to talking, and now, she's at his place trying to nurse him back to health."

"That's a big win for her," Scott said.

"Sure is," Alania replied, smiling. "She does some odd jobs for him around the home for a couple of days, and then, at some point, she uses his shower and forgets to close the door. Eventually, he walks in on her, she asks for his cock, and presto, she's in sexville."

"Good for her," Scott said, with a smile.

"Listen Scott, can I ask you something?" Alania asked.

"Sure, what's up?" Scott asked.

"You know that nothing is going to be the same after Friday night, right?" Alania asked. "When I heard about it on Saturday morning, well, it made hairs I didn't even know I had stand up on end. I've had trouble eating and sleeping the last few days. I know it didn't happen to me, but it's terrifying, you know? I can only imagine how Liandra is holding up."

"I know, and I don't have a good answer for you," Scott said.

"The most difficult part is that Liandra would be dead right now, instead of walking to dinner with all of us, except that you saw it happen before it did, and were able to step in and stop it," Alania said. "What happens if the next time, you don't see it coming?"

"Yeah," Scott said.

"I don't mean to put this on your shoulders, since that isn't fair," Alania said. "I thought all my life I could do anything I put my mind to, but this kind of thing? It's too much, that's what I need a man for, and it hit me square in the gut when we were listening to the tale unfold on Saturday morning."

"Is that why you fucked Sweet Pea on Saturday night?" Scott asked.

"Steve told you about that, huh?" Alania asked. "I won't lie to you, Scott, Sweet Pea was good, way better than I thought he would be. Now is the time when you go ahead and ruin this for me."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"I've got you figured out," Alania said. "You are the definition of paralysis by analysis. I just told you how much I liked having sex with Sweet Pea, and now, you're going to over-analyze it, and suck all the joy out of it. So, go ahead, what have you got?"

"I was just going to say that you must have been really frightened on Saturday night from what happened to Liandra on Friday night," Scott said. "So it makes sense to me that you would seek out something comfortable and safe. I've never met Sweet Pea, but from what Henry and Steve tell me, he is really good at making people feel safe and comfortable."

"That is exactly what I'm talking about, and what you excel at," Alania said, laughing. "Sleeping with Sweet Pea on Saturday night was good for me, don't ruin it by explaining why it was good."