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Operation Rescue: The New Co-Ed
Chapter 19 - The Dean, Round Three
A young man gets in trouble and loses his scholarship. It looks like his
dream of college to escape a poor future is doomed - until he sees an ad
recruiting 'surrogates'. Tommi's second pregnancy is slowly progressing.
With finals looming, Tommi has an unexpected summons to the Dean's
office.
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"I _told_ you that this was going to happen!" Katie said in frustration.
"I _knew_ it was a mistake FOR YOU to start hanging with Jillian!" She
paced uneasily back and forth between the beds, visibly frustrated with
the new situation.
Tommi shook her head. "You don't know that, and neither do I."
Katie sighed, letting her head fall forward until she was staring at the
floor. "Dammit, Tommi, what's going on?" She shook her head slowly.
"What does the Dean want now?"
Sara lay sprawled on Tommi's bed. "It's not fair," she complained. "You
haven't done anything wrong!" She frowned, her expression giving vent to
the anger she was feeling. "Why don't you give _Jillian_ a call and see
what the hell this is all about? I bet _she_ knows!"
Tommi leaned back in her chair, letting her head rest against the wall.
"Maybe I should," she sighed.
"Your grades are pretty good," Sara noted, "so that can't be it."
"And you haven't been in trouble with the house mother, so that's out,"
Katie added.
"And he wouldn't _dare_ make trouble over your pregnancy," Sara added.
"You're not even showing, so he wouldn't even be able to tell!"
Tommi sighed. "I don't know. It doesn't make any sense."
"Except that he _hates_ you," Katie reminded her, "for screwing his
daughter last year."
Sara stifled a giggle. "Would he carry a grudge that long?"
Tommi shook her head. "I don't know. From what I've heard, most of her
older lovers were gone within weeks. I'm the only one who didn't get
booted for some reason or other."
"And since she's been hanging with you," Katie added glumly, "she hasn't
been so 'outgoing', so her dad doesn't have any new 'boyfriends' to pick
on."
"Is there anything Rachel can do?" Sara asked hopefully. "I know she's
offered legal help before."
Katie picked up on Sara's train of thought. "If you went in with a
company lawyer, he'd really have to watch himself. He couldn't bully you
like he's been trying!"
Tommi nodded. "Believe me, I've been thinking of doing something like
that ever since his office called."
"So what are you going to do? The meeting is tomorrow morning."
"I don't know. I figured I might just go and see what he's up to before
I overreact."
Katie and Sara both shook their heads, indicating their feelings towards
Tommi's plan. "Probably not a good idea," Katie warned.
"You got a better idea with this short notice?"
Katie lowered her gaze again, shaking her head. "No."
**********
Tommi padded to the secretary's desk. "I have an appointment with the
Dean," she said softly.
The secretary looked up at Tommi, and then glanced at her computer.
"Funny, I don't show a meeting scheduled. His schedule says he's
unavailable for the next hour."
"But ... I got a call," Tommi began to protest.
"Send her in," the Dean's voice boomed from inside his office.
The secretary, wide-eyed with surprise at the scheduling irregularity,
gestured to the office. "He'll see you now"
Tommi stiffened her resolve and marched into the Dean's office.
"Close the door." The Dean was sitting in his chair, staring directly at
her, his countenance harsh and unfriendly.
Tommi shut the door before taking a seat opposite the Dean's desk. She
didn't sit back, but rather perched on the edge of the seat. Something
told her that this wasn't going to be a pleasant meeting.
"What is it with you?" the Dean began sternly. "Do you enjoy causing
problems with my daughter?"
"Sir?" Tommi asked, perplexed.
"Jillian has been spending a lot of time with you."
"Yes, sir," Tommi rebutted, still confused. "She's my friend."
"How _good_ of a friend is she?" the Dean asked, his tone unpleasant.
"Is she as good a friend as she was last year, when you caused the other
trouble?"
"I'm not sure I follow," Tommi said hesitantly.
"Stop playing innocent with me, young lady!" the Dean barked. "Have you
been seducing my daughter again?"
"Sir?" Tommi was totally confused. "I'm a girl now!"
"Exactly. So you decided to seduce my Jillian this time by turning her
into your lesbian lover, is that it?" Veins were bulging on the Dean's
neck; he was becoming visibly enraged, even unhinged.
Tommi swallowed hard. She hadn't expected _this_! Something inside
Tommi snapped. She decided she'd had enough of the Dean's bullying. She
was going to fight back, and damn the consequences. "Jillian is my
friend, not my lover! In fact, since we've been friends, she hasn't been
fooling around, or hadn't you noticed?"
"What?" The Dean was taken aback by Tommi's defiant tone.
"She's a friend. Nothing more. Since she lost her mother, she
desperately needs a friend!" Tommi added quickly.
"What? How _dare_ you talk about our private lives," he roared. "You
think _I_ don't know what kind of pain Jillian is feeling? What about
me? I lost my wife of over twenty years! How _dare_ you!"
Tommi was almost intimidated. Almost. But the recent pain of dealing
with Ma's passing had given her a resolve that she hadn't known she had.
"I'm sorry if my words have been a painful reminder of your wife's
passing," she said, trying her hardest to sound sympathetic, and knowing
her apology wasn't really going to calm down the Dean. Still, she knew
she had to be formal. She knew she was skating onto thin ice. "But what
you don't see is that _you_ are hurting Jillian!"
"How do _you_ know what Jillian needs?" the dean roared.
"Because she's my _friend_!" Tommi rebutted sharply. "We talk. I
listen. And that's what she needs most right now. She's _hurting_
because she lost her mother! And she's hurting more because she feels
like she's lost her father, too!"
"You impudent little twerp!" the Dean snarled. "I'll see that you're off
my campus before the week is out! You have _no_ business meddling with
my family!"
"And you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself to see how much Jillian
is hurting. She _needs_ you! She needs your love, your attention. And
what does she get? Instead of helping each other with your grief, she
sees you burying yourself in your work, never home, never there for her!
Did you ever stop to think that maybe she was having lovers so she could
feel a _little bit_ wanted and needed? Did that thought ever cross your
mind? Or were you too busy feeling sorry for yourself over _your_ loss
that you forgot about _her_ loss?"
"You might as well pack your bags now, because I'll have you off my
campus before nightfall!" the Dean yelled menacingly. "You have _no_
right to lecture me about my family!"
Tommi stood and leaned forward, her fists on the Dean's desk. "Try it!"
she said in a surprisingly calm tone. "If you do anything to me, the
Morris Foundation lawyers will be all over you like flies on shit!"
The Dean countered by leaning forward. He towered over Tommi, and, with
his added size, it was an action to intimidate the girl. "You ..."
"You want to try? The director is just waiting to unleash the lawyers on
you after the bullshit you've pulled so far! She assures me they'll have
a field day in court. Do you think the President of this illustrious
school wants _that_ kind of publicity? Headline: Dean threatens co-ed
over friendship. University sued."
The Dean tried not to show fear, but he blanched at Tommi's words.
Inwardly, he _knew_ that he'd stepped over the line in the way that he'd
bullied Tommi. The only question in his mind was whether Tommi was
bluffing or not.
"You don't get it, do you?" Tommi continued, now less menacing and
confrontational in her tone. "Jillian _needs_ you! You need _her_!"
She closed her eyes for a moment. "You know what we do when we're
hanging? Mostly, we talk about the parents we've lost, and we cry on
each others' shoulders. We support each other. That's what we do! Not
the ... lewd behavior you're accusing own your daughter of!"
Slowly, as Tommi's words reached the Dean, he sank backward into his
chair. Tommi, likewise, sat back down.
"Jillian is my friend. I don't like to see her hurt! And she's hurting
inside like you don't know!"
The Dean looked defeated. "I ... didn't realize..." he stammered.
"Of course, you didn't," Tommi continued, pounding home her point. "You
were so busy grieving yourself, and hiding from your grief in your work,
that you forgot to see how your daughter was doing." Tommi shook her
head sadly, sighing. "You two need each other more than either of you
know, but neither of you can see it."
The Dean sat, eerily silent, his expression unreadable. Tommi didn't
know if she'd crossed the line or not, whether she'd gotten through his
stony heart or not. After several awkward moments of silence, Tommi
stood. "If you don't have anything else for me, I'd like to be going.
I've got classes, and then I'm meeting Jillian for a workout and dinner."
It was almost an effort for the Dean to look up at Tommi. For a few
seconds, Tommi wondered how he was going to react to Tommi's rant.
Finally, he gestured toward the door with a half-hearted shooing motion.
"Go," he growled.
Tommi rose and walked to the door, turning back toward the Dean before
opening it. "She really, really needs you." She turned and walked out
of the Dean's office.
Once she was in the hall, Tommi collapsed against a wall. She looked at
her hand and saw how badly she was shaking. The encounter had really
been unnerving. Now it was up to the Dean. She might be out of the
dorms, and out of college, by nightfall. Somehow, though, Tommi knew it
would be all right ... eventually. She'd stood up for her friend, and she
had the Foundation backing her. But that knowledge didn't help her
frazzled nerves.
**********
Tommi drove down to the clinic for her afternoon checkup, feeling a black
cloud hanging over her head. Even Suzie's cheerful greeting didn't
dispel her sense of impending doom. After her checkup, Rachel was
waiting in the hall for Tommi.
"I guess Suzie ratted on me," Tommi speculated.
"She did mention that you weren't your usual chipper self," Rachel
admitted. "And from the way you look and the way you're carrying
yourself, I'd say she understated things a bit. Wanna talk about it?"
Tommi sighed. "Yeah. I was kind of hoping that you'd be available."
They headed toward Rachel's office. "I had a run-in with the Dean in his
office this morning."
"Again?" Rachel asked, concerned. "He's been a first-class problem for
you since ..."
Tommi laughed half-heartedly. "Since I was, um, motivated to join the
program."
Rachel turned into her office and sat down on the sofa. Tommi sat at the
other end, turned so she could talk to Rachel. "So what happened this
time?" Rachel began.
Tommi sighed. "I've become friends with Jillian, the Dean's daughter,"
she began.
"Yes, I remember. And I also remember that Katie and Sara haven't
exactly warmed to Jillian. And I _also_ remember telling you that _I_
didn't think it was a very good idea, given how the Dean tried to get you
kicked out of school before."
Tommi nodded. "That's an understatement. They don't trust her, although
I think Sara is torn. Because of Jillian, I'm a big sister to Sara."
"Yeah, she mentioned that," Rachel blurted without thinking. Her eyes
widened as she realized that she'd said something that she shouldn't
have.
Fortunately, Tommi missed it. "We had a run-in the other night when
Jillian and I were going to go out for pizza. So were the girls. They
were doing their best to make Jillian feel snubbed, and she was going to
duck out, but I kind of pushed the issue."
"Oh? How so?"
Tommi grinned sheepishly. "I told the girls that, essentially, they
should be ashamed because they'd given me a chance when they knew nothing
about me, but they wouldn't give Jillian a chance to show that _she'd_
changed."
"You _do_ know that girls hold grudges a lot longer than guys," Rachel
commented.
Tommi laughed. "Yeah. As I remember, that was part of my speech, too."
"What happened?"
"The girls decided that I was right, and they should give Jillian a
chance." She shook her head. "And then this happens. I just _know_
they're going to think she had something to do with it."
"Okay, back up. _What_ happened in the Dean's office?"
"The Dean accused me of corrupting his daughter into being my lesbian
lover and threatened to have me thrown out by the end of the week."
Tommi was a bit hesitant.
"That doesn't sound like fun. And?"
Tommi grimaced. "I kind of ... blew up at him," she admitted softly.
"Define 'blew up'," Rachel said, suddenly alert and very concerned.
"I basically told him he was full of shit, and that Jillian's behavior
was because she was hurting from the loss of her mother, and that she
needed someone to talk to because he wasn't there for her."
"Yikes!" Rachel flinched visibly. "Anything else?"
Tommi nodded, looking like she was confessing to murder. "I told him to
go ahead and try to kick me off campus, because you'd have the Foundation
lawyers circling like buzzards, and that the University probably wouldn't
like the bad press."
"Holy crap, Tommi!" Rachel exclaimed. "Why don't you just toss a grenade
in his office next time? That'd cause a lot less damage!" She sighed,
closing her eyes. "I'm going to have to get on the phone to the
corporate lawyers, aren't I?"
Tommi looked down, knowing she was in trouble. "Probably." She looked
back at Rachel. "But I _had_ to say something! Jillian is really
hurting! And she's my friend! I couldn't just let him keep ignoring
her, when she needs him."
Rachel sighed again, shaking her head. "Probably accurate, but it really
wasn't your business, nor was it your place to confront the Dean like
that."
Tommi hung her head. "I know."
"Well, what's done is done." She sighed again. "Let's talk about
something different."
"Okay," Tommi agreed, glad to change the subject.
"How are you feeling about yourself?" Rachel asked bluntly.
"I haven't had much morning sickness this time," Tommi replied quickly.
"And I've been able to get through a few light workouts, so I think I'm
doing well."
Rachel shook her head. "Not your pregnancy. About yourself. Your self-
image. How do you feel about _you_?"
Tommi wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sure I understand."
Rachel laughed. "Look at how you're sitting." She'd observed Tommi's
posture. Even in a relaxed setting, Tommi had her legs crossed, and she
was sitting in a very feminine pose.
"So? The girls got me well trained."
"It's habit now, isn't it?"
Tommi thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"Your walk, your mannerisms around people, your posture - to any outside
observer, you're very feminine."
"Thanks, I think."
Rachel laughed. "It was a compliment. I meant that you are adjusting
well. Tell me, how do you feel being a big sister to Sara?"
Tommi got a faint smile and a far-away look in her eyes. "I _love_
having Sara as my little sister. We do so many things together now! We
talk, we borrow each other's clothes - we're very close, and I really
like how it feels."
"Do you think you like being Sara's big sister more than you liked being
her big brother?"
Tommi started at the question. "Well, yeah!" she answered. "We've never
been closer."
"And other things - how do you feel about being a woman? Is it easier
now?"
Tommi smiled. "Next, you're going to ask if I'm getting so comfortable
that I'm not sure I want to change back after this term, right?"
It was Rachel's turn to be surprised. "Well, the thought had crossed my
mind."
Tommi smiled at Rachel's surprised expression when Tommi told her what
she thought her answer was.
**********
"Daddy was _so_ pissed!" Jillian said between bites of her salad. "What
did you say to him?"
Tommi tried to feign innocence. "Me? What makes you think it was me?"
"Because your name came up, like five or six times a day, for the past
week," Jillian replied.
Tommi swallowed uncomfortably. "I _did_ have a meeting with him," Tommi
admitted.
"And?"
"Well, it's kind of personal," Tommi said.
"But my name came up, right? Come on, Tommi, what happened?" Jillian
continued to pry.
Tommi sighed. "He accused me of trying to make you my lesbian lover,"
she admitted.
Jillian laughed aloud, attracting attention in the caf?. "That's funny!"
"Well, I kind of told him that was bullshit."
Jillian giggled. "Yeah, that would get him a little upset."
Tommi grimaced. "There's more. I also kind of chewed him out for not
paying any attention to you."
Jillian's eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. "Good God, girl!" she
exclaimed. "Do you have a death wish?" She shook her head. "No wonder
he was so pissed!"
"There's more," Tommi admitted sheepishly. "When he threatened to expel
me, I kind of dared him to and threatened to have the Foundation loose
its lawyers on him and the University if he tried."
Jillian blanched. "Do you realize what you've done?" she asked softly.
"Daddy doesn't take kindly to threats." She shook her head. "You better
not have been bluffing with the lawyers, because he's going to come after
you with all guns blazing!"
Tommi nodded somberly. "I know. I was just tired of his bullying, and
how he's hurting you without realizing it. It really pissed me off when
he implied you were a lesbian because of me."
Jillian chuckled. "That's sweet. Fatal, but sweet."
Tommi sighed heavily. "I almost wish he'd get on with whatever he's
going to do to me. It's been almost a week, and I feel like I'm on
eggshells! Every time the phone rings, my heart stops!"
Jillian shook her head sadly. "Well, what's done is done."
Tommi about choked on the bite she was chewing. "You're the second
person who's said those exact words."
**********
Tommi nudged the door with her foot to close it, and tossed her backpack
on her bed. "What a day!" she sighed heavily.
"It's not over yet," Katie said as she turned from her desk. "I took a
call for you. And there's a message on the machine."
"Oh?"
Katie looked serious. "The Dean wants to see you in his office ASAP.
Yesterday, if possible."
Tommi flinched. "Oh, shit. Here we go."
Katie nodded. "I wondered what was taking him so long. You've been an
emotional wreck this past week."
"I think that's what he wanted," Tommi said nervously. "Should I call
Rachel to loose the hounds now, or after I meet him?"
Katie shook her head. "I hope I don't have to start training a new
roommate," she said, her voice echoing with fear and worry even as she
tried to make a joke. "You want me to go with you?"
Tommi shook her head. "No sense in you getting in trouble, too." She
picked up her purse. "I guess I better go face the music."
To Tommi, walking to the administration building and the Dean's office
seemed like "the last mile", the long walk faced by the condemned to the
executioner; the only thing missing were two stone-faced guards and an
old padre. She had a fatalistic attitude. If the Dean was going to
expel her, she was going to try to be civil but firm. As she walked, she
plotted her next move. Did she let him know that a suit would be filed
before he said anything, or should she wait? Should she be defiant, or
meek and humble?
She arrived at the secretary's desk without having settled on a strategy.
"I'm here to see Dean Brown," she announced softly.
"Yes," the secretary acknowledged. "I'll let him know you're here." She
pressed a button on the intercom. "Miss Wilson is here," she announced
simply.
In moments, the door opened, and the Dean stepped out. Tommi gulped as
he stepped toward her. In the past, he'd made a show of demonstrating
his power by making Tommi approach him, like a servant approaching a
master, or a prisoner approaching a judge. Unexpectedly, he extended his
hand, and she nervously shook hands with him. "Won't you come in,
please?" he asked. He sounded strangely calm, and his eyes seemed sad
and distant.
Tommi felt more ill at ease with the display of gentility than when the
Dean had been hostile. She wondered what he was up to. Was he
attempting to disarm her with politeness and charm before he booted her?
"Please have a seat," the Dean announced. He, too, took a seat, but,
unlike their previous encounters, he sat in one of the stuffed chairs
nearer Tommi. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?
Perhaps a soft drink or water?"
Tommi felt uncomfortable and suspicious. "No, thank you," she answered,
trying not to sound nervous.
The Dean bit his lip. He looked down at the floor for a few seconds,
then back up at Tommi. "I need to say," he started, but his voice
sounded like it was about to break, "that I'm very sorry for how I've
treated you."
Tommi's eyes widened in shock. This was the _last_ thing that she'd
expected. "Uh, I'm sure I would have done the same thing...."
The Dean shook his head to cut off her feeble protests. "I was wrong --
on many, many counts," he said softly. "The other day, I wanted to have
you off campus within the hour. I was going to kick you out personally,"
he admitted slowly.
Tommi sat, nervous, uncertain of what she should do or say. She decided
to say nothing.
"I have to admit that I was furious," the Dean admitted. "It's been a
long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that. Like Marge used
to."
"Your wife?" Tommi asked hesitantly.
The Dean nodded. "Marge used to get cross with me when she wanted to let
me know I was out of line. Since ... well, you know...." He bit his lip
again. "She was a steadying influence for me, and I miss that."
"I'm sorry," Tommi apologized. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
The Dean shook his head. "You shouldn't have to apologize. I'm the one
who was wrong." He looked down again for a few seconds. "When you left,
I started looking for an excuse to have you expelled. I have to admit
that I was getting pretty creative, too."
"But?"
The Dean laughed. "I caught myself. It took a while, but some of the
things you said sank in." He shook his head sadly. "You were right. I
_have_ been ignoring Jillian. And you were right about why. I miss
Marge - Jillian's mother - so much that it hurts. I _was_ staying busy
with work to try to hide from the pain. I guess I was feeling so sorry
for myself that I forgot to think about how much Jillian hurt."
Tommi sat still. The situation felt awkward, and she didn't know what to
say.
"I have a question for you," the Dean said. "If, last year, if you _had_
gotten Jillian pregnant, what would you have done?"
Tommi stared for a moment. "I would have done what I was supposed to do.
I'd have done right by her. I think she's a very special girl. Troubled
at times, but special."
"I happen to think she's special, too," the Dean agreed softly.
"I really liked her then, and I really like her as a friend now."
The Dean nodded. "Yes, I know that - now." He bit his lip again. "I'm
sorry I accused you of ... corrupting my little girl. I know she's a bit
wild at times, but it wasn't fair of me to say what I said."
Tommi nodded. "Apology accepted."
"There's one more thing that's bothering me," the Dean added.
"And that is?" Tommi felt nervous again.
"You're carrying a baby for someone, right?"
Tommi suddenly feared where this line of questions was going. "Yes,
sir," she answered plainly.
"Is it Jillian's?" The Dean sounded sad, not angry.
"Jillian's?" Tommi was trying to feign surprise. In fact, she was
totally surprised that the Dean suspected - or knew of - Jillian's
pregnancy.
The Dean explained. "I ... found a pregnancy test kit ... in the garbage
a couple of months ago. I ... suspected that maybe Jillian had gotten
herself pregnant. Then I found out that she hadn't bought any ...
woman's supplies, at least not through the service that handles our
shopping. It all added up to Jillian being pregnant."
"If she was, well, the program doesn't work that way," Tommi lied. She
knew that she was an exception to the rule. She hoped the Dean didn't
know, and couldn't see through her fib.
The Dean sighed. "Jillian told me yesterday afternoon that I was right,
and that she'd gotten pregnant. She also said that she went to the
Morris clinic that you go to, so she didn't have to have an abortion. I
put two and two together, and wondered if, maybe, you might be the one
carrying her child, my grandchild."
Tommi shook her head sadly. "Everything is anonymous. The host mothers
don't know the donor mothers." She hoped her lie wasn't transparent; the
last thing she needed was for the Dean to know that she actually _was_
carrying Jillian's child. What would he do then, give her special
treatment? Take _too much_ interest in her to the point that she seemed
to be the Dean's pet student? She shuddered inwardly at the thought.
"The Foundation feels that it's better that way."
The Dean nodded slowly. "I understand. I really am sorry. I'll see
what I can do to get some kind of scholarship reinstated for you, so you
can change yourself back."
Tommi smiled. "I wouldn't be able to have the surgery until after I have
this baby," she reminded the Dean. "And that won't be until around the
end of the spring semester."
"Oh, yes," the Dean said. "I forgot how that works. Well, I should be
able to get something so you can move back to the men's dorms in the
Fall, then.
"That's okay," Tommi found herself saying. "I have a long way to go to
finish this pregnancy, and I have to take it one day at a time. For now,
I'm happy where I'm at. I have some wonderful friends and a very special
little sister. It's a lot easier being friends with Jillian now than it
was back then." She couldn't believe the words that had come out of her
mouth.
**********
(to be continued)
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