© Christina Hadfield
JUNIOR YEAR
“Perfectly on time,” Dr. Greenwood commented upon hearing the knock on her office door. She turned and greeted Dr. Morgan as the woman stepped inside.
“This department is ridiculous,” Dr. Morgan complained. “I swear you’re the only person still here, and it’s barely four. We’ve got people in the bio and chem buildings until nearly eight or later every night.”
“Yes, well, we understand the glory of sitting at home in front of a fire, sipping tea, while marking up papers. Unlike you weirdo lab people.”
“Resentful,” Dr. Morgan muttered, taking a seat on one of the mismatched couches. She sat rigid for a moment before burying her face in her hands, rubbing at her face. “It’s been a long day,” she whispered.
“And it’s hardly over.” Dr. Greenwood got up from her desk and walked towards her friend, sitting down on the other mismatched couch.
“So… I guess you want to talk about Tess then,” Dr. Morgan stated.
“Yes,” Dr. Greenwood replied, nodding. “When were you going to tell me that you’re in love with her?”
Dr. Morgan coughed, her face reddening. “I most certainly am not!”
“You most certainly are. Don’t lie to me, Margaret,” Dr. Greenwood scolded. “She hugged you, in public no less, and you didn’t even snap at her. She was teasing you, winked at you, shoved your arm, and you tolerated it—”
“Yes, tolerated, that’s hardly—”
“That’s more than you’ve ever done for anyone else. You’re right. You have grown rather fond of her… rather very fond of her.”
Dr. Morgan let out a shaky breath, and Dr. Greenwood realized, perhaps for the first time, that her friend was really struggling. She realized that maybe she shouldn’t tease so much. Maybe she should be kinder.
“I do… I mean… feelings,” Dr. Morgan stuttered, swallowing hard, unable to articulate exactly what she was feeling. “But I also understand nothing will ever come out of what I’m feeling. We have both been very clear with each other that we’re only interested in a strictly sexual relationship.”
“When was the last time you said that to each other?”
“Last semester, when we agreed to our… partnership.”
“You know, feelings can change, Margaret, clearly, as your own feelings have changed.”
“There’s no way she would ever feel the same,” Dr. Morgan muttered. “Why would she be interested in dating a professor? How could she ever possibly fall for someone so much older, harder, and so emotionally unavailable? I’ve never given her a reason to believe I truly care for her, nor have I treated her well, all things considered.”
“I don’t know,” Dr. Greenwood answered honestly. “You could always talk—”
“Absolutely not!” Dr. Morgan snapped, her heart pounding at the mere thought of lying her feelings bare before Tess, being so vulnerable. “It would never work out anyway. We’re too different.”
“I actually think you two are rather similar.”
“We’re in completely different walks of life, is what I mean.”
“It’s rare, and certainly unlikely, but it’s not unheard of… age gap relationships do work out sometimes.”
“She told me she’s only interested in sex. And I’m not about to mess that up with my foolish feelings. The sex is entirely too good to risk.”
“You’re putting walls up, but you’re going to get hurt in the end anyway.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve survived heart break before, I can survive it again.”
“Oh, Margaret.”
Tess shoved open Dr. Morgan’s office door, stepping inside as she always did. She paused though, noting that Dr. Morgan wasn’t sitting at her desk, but rather, was sitting on the couch.
“You’re in my spot,” Tess declared.
“I seem to remember this being my couch, not yours,” Dr. Morgan replied.
Tess watched her for a moment. The professor had a journal article in her hand, and she was jotting down notes. From her expression, Tess could tell she wasn’t impressed with the work, perhaps she thought the conclusions were a stretch and outrageous, hardly worth publishing. It struck Tess that she could read the other woman so easily. Part of that simply came from spending so much time together, another part, surely, came from learning each other in the bedroom. But it still hit Tess hard, as she realized she didn’t have such a close relationship with anyone else.
Coming back to herself, Tess walked over to the couch. Dr. Morgan sat in the center, so Tess nudged her. When the woman didn’t move over, Tess fell down with a huff, landing practically right on top of Dr. Morgan. She scowled at the girl, but Tess simply smiled at her, and she finally shifted over, if only slightly.
Grinning proudly, Tess shed her backpack and reclined into the cushions.
“So, why are you sitting over here today?” Tess asked. “You never sit over here.”
“My back hurts,” Dr. Morgan answered. “I spent too much time bent over a lab bench yesterday… bothered a nerve or something.”
“Turn around,” Tess instructed. “I’ll give you a massage.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“People always say I give the best massages,” Tess stated, already reaching for Dr. Morgan. “Besides, you of all people should know what magic I can work with my fingers.”
Dr. Morgan was going to protest further, but Tess’s hands were already on her hips, gently prompting her to turn, and she felt her body give in to the girl before her mind could catch up. She grumbled out a, “Fine,” as she turned, giving Tess full access to her back.
“Are you comfortable?” Tess questioned. “You can lie down if you’d like.”
“No, sitting is just fine.”
“Alright then. What hurts the most? Lower back, upper, shoulders, middle?”
“Lower.”
Tess nodded, reaching out and setting to work. She started out hard, to help loosen the muscles, and she worked until finally she felt Dr. Morgan relax. Then, her movements became lighter, comforting, and then alighting the nerves in a way Tess knew had the woman keening over in bed. She reached the desired effect with her massage when, after quite some time, Dr. Morgan lost herself and a breathy moan escaped her lips.
“Glorious,” Tess whispered equally as breathy, right into the woman’s ear.
Dr. Morgan tensed, pulling away from Tess. Tess just smiled kindly.
Dr. Morgan cleared her throat, her face slightly red. “Um, thank you,” she muttered out. “That was… very nice… adequate. My back feels much better.”
“Anytime,” Tess answered.
They both settled back into the couch, more space between them. Dr. Morgan went back to reading her paper and Tess pulled out a homework assignment, but she found she wasn’t very interested.
The woman beside her called to her more than her homework. Before, her interest in Dr. Morgan had been the mystery, like a puzzle to solve, something to figure out. Once she got to know Dr. Morgan better, knew she was actually capable of good and not just a soulless person, her interest in the woman became extremely sexual—and it still was. If that massage had been in the privacy of Dr. Morgan’s home, it would have ended much differently. But now, being in her office at school, the woman’s warmth called to her. She longed for the comfort of the other woman, sitting just inches away.
Tess set her homework down of the coffee table. She slid her shoes off and turned, tucking her feet up onto the couch. Then, she wiggled closer to Dr. Morgan, pressing against the woman’s arm to raise it, before she snuggled up against the woman’s center, lying on her lap.
“What are you doing?” Dr. Morgan snapped, but Tess could hear the confusion in her voice.
“Taking a nap,” Tess mumbled. “Wake me up before two? I don’t want to miss class.”
“On—on me?”
“Well, you’re taking up part of the couch, and you’ve also stolen the two pillows. Besides, you’re comfortable.”
“But I—you—you can’t—”
The protests died in Dr. Morgan’s mouth when the woman realized she didn’t want Tess to get up. She bit her tongue, looking down at the girl cuddled against her. She felt very protective of Tess. And curled up in her lap, seeking comfort in the woman, Dr. Morgan could protect the girl, keep her safe in her arms. Slowly, Dr. Morgan lowered her arms, resting them against Tess’s back and side.
“I guess one time won’t hurt,” Dr. Morgan whispered, mostly to herself. “But certainly, don’t make a habit of this,” she then added more seriously.
She wasn’t sure if the vibration against her abdomen was Tess saying, “No promises,” or if she just imagined it.
“Hello, Dr. Greenwood. How’s it going?”
Dr. Greenwood nodded, turning in her chair. Yes, perfectly on time. Every Wednesday, without fail, Tess showed up to her office hours, and this week was no different.
“Tess!” Dr. Greenwood greeted her fondly. “Come in, come in! Things are good. How are you doing?”
“Alright, I’d say,” Tess answered, sitting down on one of the mismatched couches. “I know we don’t have a paper due until next week, but I was hoping I could discuss this one passage with you from the reading. It sounds important to me, pivotal for the character, almost, but I’m not quite sure of the meaning. I was hoping that talking about it might help.”
It was so like Tess, jumping straight into business. She was so much like Dr. Morgan, no room for the abstract or feelings, going through life with a goal in mind and unable to waver from that singular goal. Dr. Greenwood went to the other couch and sat down across from Tess.
“Yes, we can absolutely discuss this week’s reading,” Dr. Greenwood commented, “but there’s something I’d like to discuss with you first, if that’s alright.”
“Oh,” Tess stated, caught off guard. She looked over at her professor, nodding. “Yes, that’s fine. What did you want to talk about? Is it about the honors’ work? Because I’m just about done with the draft and—”
“No, no, this is unrelated to class,” Dr. Greenwood stated, waving her hand dismissively. She waited until Tess fell silent, staring at her curiously, waiting. “Now then,” Dr. Greenwood continued with Tess’s unwavering attention, “you’re sleeping with my dear friend Dr. Morgan.”
Panic flashed across Tess’s features. For a horrific moment, Dr. Greenwood thought the girl might bolt, but she came to her senses and stilled herself, calming her expression.
“Pardon?” the girl questioned, as innocently as she could manage, but her voice cracked and the terror in her eyes gave her away.
“You aren’t in trouble, heavens!” Dr. Greenwood laughed, unable to remain so serious.
“How… how do you…?”
“Margaret’s my best friend, Tess. We talk,” Dr. Greenwood explained. “I’ve known she was sleeping with a student since the beginning, though I will admit, I didn’t know it was you until you ran into us the other day.”
“Oh…” Tess muttered. “I… this isn’t going to be a problem, is it? Like a conflict of interest, considering you’re my professor, but also, I’m, well… sleeping with your best friend…”
“It won’t be a problem, not at all. As far as I’m concerned, the Tess in my class is an entirely different Tess than the one sitting before me currently.”
“Alright, well, I really appreciate that. I like your class a lot and it’s past the drop date, I’d hate to, well…”
“Don’t even worry about it.”
Tess nodded, then just stared at her professor while neither spoke. After a moment, Tess muttered out, “You… you don’t have to play the protective friend on me. I know my relationship with Margaret is a bit unconventional, but I do genuinely care about her as a person and I don’t want to hurt her. She’s my friend too, though she’d be loath to admit it.”
“I can tell, or I could tell, just from that small interaction between you two that I witnessed. I wasn’t trying to scare you. I just needed to tell you that I know, or else things would be even more awkward in the future. Like what if I showed up at Margaret’s house and you were over there? Now that we’re both on the same page, it will hardly be an issue.”
Tess let out small laugh. “Yeah, I guess that’s right.”
“I am a bit curious what you see in her though,” Dr. Greenwood stated playfully. “She’s pretty cold, hard, and sarcastic… not the easiest person to get along with.”
Tess blushed, dipping her head. “She’s gorgeous… good in bed,” Tess mumbled. Then, she raised her head and looked Dr. Greenwood straight in the eyes. “And I happen to find her sassiness very attractive.”
Confident and bold… not exactly two adjectives Dr. Greenwood would have used to describe Tess before. Yes, the girl was ambitious, yes, perhaps cockier than Dr. Greenwood initially expected, but she always seemed meek, a bit reserved. Not any more though. Dr. Greenwood felt as if she had actually broken through to Tess’s real character, and she found the girl was even more similar to Dr. Morgan. No wonder they worked so well together.
When Dr. Greenwood didn’t comment further, Tess continued. “I know you’ve known each other since college, but how did you meet?” she asked. “Did you go to the same school?”
“No, actually,” Dr. Greenwood answered. “We met at a pride rally, back in ’95.”
“That was before prides were such commonplace, right? Was it dangerous?”
“Of course,” Dr. Greenwood answered. “We didn’t have any rights back then, no protection. But that wouldn’t stop us from gathering and celebrating who we were. And in college, we were free to attend such things without the risk of our families finding out.”
“That’s pretty cool that you met your best friend at a pride. Was it in town? Did you both know you wanted to be college professors and applied to work at the same school?”
“No, no, all coincidence,” Dr. Greenwood answered. “We split ways shortly after we met… didn’t reunite until we realized we were both teaching at the same university.”
Tess frowned. “Why did you split ways?”
“Incompatibility,” Dr. Greenwood answered. “We hooked up, had a bit of a fling, but realized we wouldn’t work and just moved on.”
“You… dated…?”
“Yes. Are you alright with that?”
Tess cleared her throat to calm down, fighting against the sudden anger flare she felt. It confused her, how aggressively she instinctively reacted. “Of course,” Tess answered. “I… I didn’t realize though, and now I’m… well, are you alright with me sleeping with her now?”
Dr. Greenwood burst out laughing. “Absolutely! I have no interest in Margaret at all! She’s my best friend but that’s absolutely it! We were foolish when we were young, and shortly after we parted ways, I met the love of my life.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a partner.”
“Did…” Dr. Greenwood answered slowly. “We… separated a couple years ago. It wasn’t easy, still isn’t, especially reading these stories in class about queer love with this massive hole in my heart. Margaret was such a good friend to me. She was there every night to help hold me together. Honestly, Tess, I’m so glad another person’s finally realized how great of a woman Margaret is. She loves having that notorious reputation, but she’s not like that inside, not really.”
“I… I know. I’m, um, sorry, about what happened.”
Dr. Greenwood waved dismissively. “It’s all in the past, please, I’m not trying to be a downer. Now, about that passage you wanted to discuss.”
“Oh, yes, right.”
Elle, like Tess, was well acquainted with Dr. Greenwood. She took Dr. Greenwood’s queer lit class the year before, when it was offered last spring, and she found a budding close relationship had bloomed between her, her class, and their rather particular professor. When she discovered that Tess was taking the class, she often asked how her roommate felt about the books they were reading, and furthermore, about how Dr. Greenwood was doing.
Tess found that Dr. Greenwood mentioned Elle somewhat frequently—though she mentioned many students from the year before often. Tess told Elle she ought to swing by Dr. Greenwood’s office sometime, and Elle kept saying she had been meaning to, but just never really got around to it. Still, after class every Tuesday and Thursday, when Tess would get back to the apartment, Elle would inquire about the class and how Dr. Greenwood was doing. This week, however, Tess had news come Wednesday.
“Elle! Are you here!?” Tess shouted, bursting into the apartment in a whirlwind.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Elle called back.
Tess swung into the other girl’s room, finding Elle at her desk working on homework. Elle looked up, noting the wildness in Tess’s eyes, and frowned slightly, confused.
“Dr. Greenwood knows,” Tess gasped out.
Elle turned her attention fully towards Tess. “Dr. Greenwood knows what exactly?”
“That I’m sleeping with Dr. Morgan.”
“I—woah, okay, wait, hang on,” Elle muttered, trying to figure out what was going on. “How does she know?”
“She’s friends with Dr. Morgan!” Tess gasped, beginning to pace back and forth.
“Friends?”
“Yes, friends! They’ve known each other since college—”
“Sheesh, I didn’t know the devil had friends!”
“She’s not the devil—”
“I know—you’re sweet on her.”
“That’s not—”
“But friends!?”
Tess let out a huff before she stopped pacing and fell to the floor, sprawling down dramatically. “That’s not it even. They dated in college!”
“That’s crazy!”
“And she confronted me about! I went to her office hours to discuss class, like I always do, and she was just like ‘I know you’re sleeping with Dr. Morgan.’”
“Well, you are. It was only a matter of time before people started figuring it out. Besides, they’re friends. I guess they probably talk about things with each other.”
“But what if this becomes a problem now?”
“What, you mean because you’re in Dr. Greenwood’s class?”
“Yes!”
“Did she say it was going to be a problem?”
“No,” Tess admitted. “In fact, she said it wasn’t going to be a problem. And it probably won’t but I just… It was better when no one knew, inevitable when you and Kai found out, but now another professor knows? I just don’t really know how I feel about it.”
“Well, if it bothers you that much you could just stop sleeping with her.”
Tess shot up, her eyes blazing. “No!” she protested hotly.
“Why?” Elle asked with a shrug. “I mean, I heard you going on to Kai about how it was the best sex you’ve ever had, but there are other fish in the sea, you know. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if you cut ties with your very casual relationship.”
“But…” Tess fell into her thoughts. The very idea of severing ties with Dr. Morgan seemed appalling. She couldn’t imagine not having Dr. Morgan in her life at all, and maybe they could remain friends, but she didn’t want that. She rather liked the relationship she had with Dr. Morgan. It was becoming far more personal than she’d ever figured it would, and now she knew Dr. Morgan’s best friend… was Dr. Morgan okay with that?
“I… I think maybe I’ll talk to Margaret about it.”
“Who’s Margaret?” Elle questioned.
“Dr. Morgan.”
“Oh my god, you’re on a first name basis?”
Tess scoffed. “I’ve had my fingers inside her and you think I wouldn’t call her by her first name in bed.”
“Well, I’ve never slept with a professor before.”
“Fair.”
They were on the couch again. It was rather comfortable, Dr. Morgan had to admit. The cushions were soft, there was more support for her back, but more importantly, Tess could sit right beside her without a barrier between them. And without a physical barrier, Dr. Morgan noticed that Tess seemed to gravitate towards her—maybe they gravitated towards each other, she couldn’t really tell.
She tried to ignore the girl, maintain the walls she built years ago even though she knew Tess broke them down ages ago. She looked at her papers, her work, made notes, and hummed only slightly at whatever Tess told her. The ignoring spurred Tess on, however, made her push closer to the woman, poke and pester. Sometimes, if Tess could get close enough, she’d bite an earlobe or suck on Dr. Morgan’s neck until the woman was forced to acknowledge her. Other times Tess would press closer, wiggling her way into Dr. Morgan’s arms, pressing and cuddling into her.
Dr. Morgan found she didn’t mind either outcome, and rather enjoyed them both.
Tess was half lying in her lap, looking up at the underside of her chin. Dr. Morgan couldn’t imagine it was a flattering angle—she probably had a double chin—but she noted the gleam of admiration in the girl’s eyes and found she had to look away, least she get lost in her own feelings. She startled slightly when Tess reached up, toying with a piece of her hair, twirling the brunette lock between her fingers. Tess seemed lost in contemplation, but Dr. Morgan couldn’t find the courage to ask what was on her mind.
They stayed like that for a while. It was late on a Friday, nearly nine. She wasn’t sure how it got so late without them leaving, wasn’t sure when their impatience died back, allowing for closer, more intimate moments between them. It made Dr. Morgan’s heart hammer and she actively fought it, hoped Tess couldn’t hear it, and if she could, hoped she wouldn’t comment. She knew she ought to put her papers down, drag Tess back to her house, but she couldn’t seem to move, couldn’t seem to say anything.
When Tess spoke, her voice was loud, and it startled Dr. Morgan. “Did you tell Dr. Greenwood we were sleeping together, or did she just happen to discover it?”
It took Dr. Morgan a moment to realize what and who Tess was talking about. Once she realized, she cleared her throat. “Oh, Amy?” Dr. Morgan questioned. “I told her I was sleeping with a student. I didn’t figure she knew you, so I never said your name. I… well it started out with me ranting about you, because you kept insisting on barging in unannounced and unwelcomed, and nothing I seemed to do kept you away…” Unlike everyone else died on her lips, but the thought lingered.
“It’s because you’re not really all that scary,” Tess answered, nuzzling into the woman’s stomach. “Like I said, all bark and no bite.”
“I have bite,” Dr. Morgan grumbled.
“Yes, sure. Continue.”
“Oh, well, the ranting and annoyance built until, well…”
“The kiss.” The girl’s words were soft, almost too quiet to hear.
“Yes, it built into a type of tension,” Dr. Morgan added. “I needn’t tell you that though; you were there.”
“Yes, I was.”
“I was frustrated though, so I talked to Amy about it. She found it a bit funny, that my biggest headache was now one of my biggest desires. But um, well, I wasn’t going to tell her more, exactly, except I happened to have an outstanding appointment with her every Friday.”
“… Appointment?”
“’Girl’s night,’” Dr. Morgan stated, rolling her eyes. “We used to get together every Friday and catch up, watch a movie or play cards. The board games in my house are Amy’s… left over from a game night.”
“Oh,” Tess muttered, relief flooding over her. Then, she realized something and gasped. “You could have told me you were busy Fridays!” she accused. “I can’t believe you blew off your best friend to have sex with me!”
“We meet Sundays for brunch now. She’s hardly being ignored,” Dr. Morgan scoffed.
Slowly, Tess shifted, wrapping her arms around Dr. Morgan’s waist. She pulled herself closer inward and mumbled something.
“What was that?” Dr. Morgan questioned. Again, another mumbled answer. “Sit up and talk to me, will you? Learn how sound works and the fact that I absolutely can’t hear you when you’re talking into my shirt.”
The snap was perhaps a bit harsh, but as always, Tess wasn’t affected. Instead, she pulled back, slowly sitting up. Her expression was foreign to Dr. Morgan and it made the woman uneasy.
“Dr. Greenwood told me you two dated,” Tess stated, fully clear.
Dr. Morgan frowned. “Yes,” she answered. “So?”
“So!” Tess mimicked with animosity.
“That was… two decades ago,” Dr. Morgan said, still confused. “What… what is this?”
“What? N—nothing!” Tess snapped.
After a moment of tense silence, Dr. Morgan questioned, “Jealousy?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Tess huffed, crossing her arms.
Dr. Morgan smirked slightly. “It is. You’re jealous.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.” She reached out and grabbed Tess’s wrist, tugging the girl towards her. She ran her teeth along Tess’s jaw, sucking at the girl’s pulse point. “You don’t have anything to be jealous about, you know? I have no interest in Amy, none whatsoever, and I rather like bedding you weekly, believe it or not.”
“I… I know,” Tess whimpered. Dr. Morgan tugged her shirt collar down, nibbling at her collarbone. “I have no reason to be jealous but I just… it flares in me, I don’t—”
“I think it’s past time for us to head out,” Dr. Morgan husked.
“Yes, please.”
Dr. Kemper’s phone rang again. She glanced down, noting that it was her husband calling once again. She declined the call and shoved the phone into her purse. She wasn’t avoiding going home. She loved her family, her husband and kids, and she loved their disobedient dog, though she’d never outright admit it. It was just that she got distracted with her work and then it was past nine at night on a Friday and she needed to get home.
She packed up her things, locking her office and lab up before heading out the door. The science quad was desolate, but she could hear commotion from the main part of campus. It was the weekend, after all, on a college campus. She smiled slightly. She loved her job. She might trade it for something else, if given the chance, but she figured it would have to be something pretty great.
Slowly, Dr. Kemper made her way to the parking garage. Across the street, a group of girls in short dresses and heels ran past, squealing. Down the sidewalk, a group of boys were laughing. It was dark, but the night was young. Dr. Kemper smiled at the excitement of youth. Personally, she was looking forward to a steaming cup of tea and curling up with the book she was currently reading.
As she neared the parking garage, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned, but the other person was gone before she could really focus. Still, she thought it looked a bit like Dr. Morgan. It wouldn’t be impossible. Dr. Morgan tended to stay as late, if not later, than Dr. Kemper. They often ran into each other leaving for the evening. Before, Dr. Kemper dreaded such occurrences, but now, the woman was… tolerable. Her compliments were still a bit stilted and one sided, but at least she gave compliments now.
But seeing as no one was there anymore, Dr. Kemper shook her head and made her way to her car. She unlocked her doors and tossed her bag into the backseat. She turned, about to climb into the driver’s seat, when a giggly squeal rang out through the parking garage.
“Maggie! S—stop! That tickles!”
It was a girl’s voice, alive and light with mirth. And the voice, well it sounded a bit familiar. Dr. Kemper froze, thinking. Patterns… patterns…
It sounded like Tess.
She stood completely still, listening, hoping the person would say something again so she could confirm or deny her suspicion.
“No, no, stop!” It was happy laughter, making the words almost difficult to make out. But the voice did sound suspiciously like Tess. Dr. Kemper hadn’t heard the girl giggle much, if ever, and never did she sound so happy and content, but the voice was highly similar.
It could be someone else though, of course. And Dr. Kemper was just about to ignore it and get into her car, drive away for the evening, but the next thing she heard threw her entirely off course.
“If you stop calling me that ridiculous nickname, maybe I’ll stop.”
That sounded like Dr. Morgan, without a doubt, and then—
“Maybe? Maybe isn’t good enough, Margaret!”
Yes, it was Tess, unmistakably. And Dr. Morgan as well, unmistakably. And then all the patterns came flooding back to Dr. Kemper. The distance, the kindness, the anxiousness, all mirrored between the bio-chem professor and their TA. And now the two of them laughing and giggling in the parking garage on a Friday night.
Dr. Kemper shut her car door, slowly, and turned, sneaking off in the direction of the sound. She spotted Dr. Morgan’s car—she’d seen the despicable woman get into it a few times when leaving. At first, she didn’t see anyone, but then she noted Dr. Morgan’s head over the top of the car. Dr. Kemper dove back behind a row of cars, creeping forward and around them until she could peer around.
Dr. Morgan had Tess pinned against the closed passenger door. They were talking, though no longer loud enough for Dr. Kemper to easily hear them. Tess had her hands fisted in the other woman’s shirt, smiling brightly with sparkling eyes. Dr. Morgan said something which caused the girl to fight against her, but she pinned Tess more firmly. Finally, Tess relaxed, whispered something, and then Dr. Morgan released her.
“See? Now was that really so hard?” Dr. Morgan stated.
“Terribly difficult,” Tess answered, smirking.
Dr. Morgan pulled her forward, opening the car door. “Get in,” she commanded, and Tess did as she was told, slipping inside.
Dr. Kemper stayed hidden, watching as Dr. Morgan got in the car. The vehicle backed up out of the parking spot and then drove off towards the exit of the garage. Once the car was entirely out of sight, Dr. Kemper came back to herself and ran straight to her own car. She couldn’t believe it.
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