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family.”
“Family,” they repeated.
She had everyone enter the other
members in their phones with the ICE—in case of emergency—designation and
remove time-based blocks on their calls.
Chapter
7 – Workout
Monday morning, at six on the dot, Zeiss arrived at
Professor Sorenson’s pod in the faculty meta-pod. He was waiting in his wheelchair
outside his room, as usual.
“Morning Daniel,” the TA said as he
pushed his professor to the faculty gym.
“How’s it hanging, Conrad?” The
professor’s sandy hair was thinning and had a hint of gray, but his face looked
a decade younger when lit with a wide, irresistible smile.
“Same old, same old.”
“Come on, you’re wearing
yesterday’s clothes and looking a little rough. Do a little sheet surfing last
night?”
“Huh?”
“The horizontal mambo, beast with
two backs, Gumby meets Pokey—”
“Whoa, I get it. And, no I didn’t .
. . uh . . . get any. I just had an amazing break-through on my dissertation
and kept writing until I crashed.”
“You need to get out more, dude,”
Daniel said as they reached the gym door.
“Do you want to start with the
whirlpool after two idle days?”
“Nah, just the usual PT—pain and
torture.” He used the same physical therapy joke at least once a week.
Lifting the professor onto the
floor in a vacant corner of the gym, Zeiss started the routine, flexing,
stretching, and pushing the man’s body in ways his own muscles couldn’t. “I
admire your commitment,” the TA said.
“The price of space. My bones need
to build up again or when I get old, they could snap when some young groupie
jumps my bones.”
Zeiss just laughed and massaged the
tight muscles.
“So what was all the
excitement over in your pod Saturday?” asked Sorenson.
“A new student . . . had low blood
sugar.”
“So you dispatched the chief
medical officer and a guard? Ouch! Sadist.” Daniel complained as he was
force-stretched. “You’re not going to dish? I thought we were friends?”
“Sir, you’re probably my best
friend here.”
“And you’re still not going to talk?”
He shook his head and carried the
paraplegic over to the weight machine, setting the weights and confirming the
amount.
Daniel worked on chest muscles
first. “I saw that you over-scheduled the new girl.”
“It’s for the best. Hopefully it’ll
keep her out of trouble. Her guardian angel must be a chain-smoking wreck.”
The professor laughed. A few
minutes later, he asked, “So have you ever done the deed? A bachelor is someone
who’s supposed to walk to work from a different direction each day.”
Zeiss put another weight on. “I got
close once.”
“Come on, I’ll tell you a secret if
you tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“The first time we worked out, you
had to carry me to the toilet, dude. I have a high bar for embarrassment.”
Looking around to make sure no one
was in earshot, Zeiss whispered, “It was the only time I ever went to the
hospital.”
The professor whooped. “Now you have to tell me the story.”
“I was necking with this model, one
of my sister’s friends from work.”
“Whoa, your sister’s a model?”
“I showed you Claire’s picture.”
“Yeah, but I thought that came with
the frame.”
“It did. That was her first paying
job, barely enough to buy all of us a copy. She travels all over the world,
earning just enough to eat and party.”
“And you were tapping the models
she worked with? Sweet!”
Zeiss grinned sheepishly. “Just the
one. She must have been vision-impaired to date me. Vanessa wore flavored body
gel and these fancy diamond earrings still on from the shoot. She was supposed
to turn them in to the property master; they were really expensive, but she
couldn’t part with them.”
“Enough about the ears, what was
she wearing?”
“By the end of the evening, that
was about it.”
Daniel wheezed with laughter. “You
dog!”
“I was seventeen and hormones
family.”
“Family,” they repeated.
She had everyone enter the other
members in their phones with the ICE—in case of emergency—designation and
remove time-based blocks on their calls.
Chapter
7 – Workout
Monday morning, at six on the dot, Zeiss arrived at
Professor Sorenson’s pod in the faculty meta-pod. He was waiting in his wheelchair
outside his room, as usual.
“Morning Daniel,” the TA said as he
pushed his professor to the faculty gym.
“How’s it hanging, Conrad?” The
professor’s sandy hair was thinning and had a hint of gray, but his face looked
a decade younger when lit with a wide, irresistible smile.
“Same old, same old.”
“Come on, you’re wearing
yesterday’s clothes and looking a little rough. Do a little sheet surfing last
night?”
“Huh?”
“The horizontal mambo, beast with
two backs, Gumby meets Pokey—”
“Whoa, I get it. And, no I didn’t .
. . uh . . . get any. I just had an amazing break-through on my dissertation
and kept writing until I crashed.”
“You need to get out more, dude,”
Daniel said as they reached the gym door.
“Do you want to start with the
whirlpool after two idle days?”
“Nah, just the usual PT—pain and
torture.” He used the same physical therapy joke at least once a week.
Lifting the professor onto the
floor in a vacant corner of the gym, Zeiss started the routine, flexing,
stretching, and pushing the man’s body in ways his own muscles couldn’t. “I
admire your commitment,” the TA said.
“The price of space. My bones need
to build up again or when I get old, they could snap when some young groupie
jumps my bones.”
Zeiss just laughed and massaged the
tight muscles.
“So what was all the
excitement over in your pod Saturday?” asked Sorenson.
“A new student . . . had low blood
sugar.”
“So you dispatched the chief
medical officer and a guard? Ouch! Sadist.” Daniel complained as he was
force-stretched. “You’re not going to dish? I thought we were friends?”
“Sir, you’re probably my best
friend here.”
“And you’re still not going to talk?”
He shook his head and carried the
paraplegic over to the weight machine, setting the weights and confirming the
amount.
Daniel worked on chest muscles
first. “I saw that you over-scheduled the new girl.”
“It’s for the best. Hopefully it’ll
keep her out of trouble. Her guardian angel must be a chain-smoking wreck.”
The professor laughed. A few
minutes later, he asked, “So have you ever done the deed? A bachelor is someone
who’s supposed to walk to work from a different direction each day.”
Zeiss put another weight on. “I got
close once.”
“Come on, I’ll tell you a secret if
you tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“The first time we worked out, you
had to carry me to the toilet, dude. I have a high bar for embarrassment.”
Looking around to make sure no one
was in earshot, Zeiss whispered, “It was the only time I ever went to the
hospital.”
The professor whooped. “Now you have to tell me the story.”
“I was necking with this model, one
of my sister’s friends from work.”
“Whoa, your sister’s a model?”
“I showed you Claire’s picture.”
“Yeah, but I thought that came with
the frame.”
“It did. That was her first paying
job, barely enough to buy all of us a copy. She travels all over the world,
earning just enough to eat and party.”
“And you were tapping the models
she worked with? Sweet!”
Zeiss grinned sheepishly. “Just the
one. She must have been vision-impaired to date me. Vanessa wore flavored body
gel and these fancy diamond earrings still on from the shoot. She was supposed
to turn them in to the property master; they were really expensive, but she
couldn’t part with them.”
“Enough about the ears, what was
she wearing?”
“By the end of the evening, that
was about it.”
Daniel wheezed with laughter. “You
dog!”
“I was seventeen and hormones
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