My Only Talent Ch. 13

"Hello, you must be Cindy Nelson! I'm Cisco. Mei Ling is the dining hall. Go down the main hall (he pointed) take the second left. I'll join y'all in just I minute."

She smiled and followed his directions. He motioned for me to sit on the couch with him for a moment. "That's one of Mei Ling's friends; she is going to help us with the F1 tour. She is a recent ESU graduate who has started her own event organizer firm and wants the chance to meet some potential clients."

He sat back, crossed his legs and looked very self-satisfied. "Speaking of Mei-Ling, your advice proved not just good, but spectacular. l already thought she was the hottest and most wonderful woman I had ever met, but when I came on so strong with her the way you told me to, she melted like ice cream on a hot day. It was the most amazing sex I have ever had, and she must have come a dozen times. I could not believe it. When I tied her hands behind her, I was afraid she was going to break both my legs, and we both knew she could do it if she wanted to. But she got down on her knees and started dripping like a leaky faucet. I followed your advice, and told her she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I was going to have my way with her. She opened up like a blooming flower. I am the happiest guy on the planet, and I owe you big time!"

I gave him the URL of the website where Lara had found her special collar, and told him to get her an understated collar as a present. "That's a great idea!" he said, "I'll put her initials on it!"

I smiled, saying,"You're not thinking like a Master, Cisco! Put a little heart symbol on it with your initials. Trust me!"

He smiled widely, and we walked toward the dining hall. Oiler was already there, gazing adoringly at Gretchen, and he introduced me formally to Cindy Nelson, who had trouble meeting my gaze. I wonder if Mei Ling had told her about her weekend with Cisco, or what she saw when I picked up Millie at the Bi Phi house for her second 'coming out' party. We all went through the serving line together, with Oiler leading the way and making sure everyone was introduced. I was hoping for fried chicken, but it was not to be. They did have abundant servings of corn beef and cabbage, navy beans, and fresh cantaloupe with strawberries. I stopped after two loaded plates, feeling pretty satisfied.

Oiler led the way to one of their small meeting rooms, and laid out his vision of what the visit should encompass. Oiler was nothing if not thorough, and his research was amazingly productive. I did not want to speculate that perhaps he hacked into a few email accounts or browser histories to get the straight skinny on what really interested the attendees, because I really didn't want to know. He also apparently had managed to get the detailed itineraries of almost all the other F1 tour groups, so he could make sure ours was truly differentiated.

The largest subset of the group was hardcore mechanical engineering types, and he had conspired with Professor Lillehammer, the UDP faculty sponsor, to wow that bunch. The professor was a reviewer for one of the most prestigious ME journals, and recalled a recent article that he had read that had not yet been published about the research one of the tour group members had done on brake system cooling in F1 cars. He hooked Oiler up with the director of the visualization lab at the supercomputing center to do a simulation and visualization right out of the 'suggestions for future work' from that paper, directly relevant to racing and literally state of the art. The university wanted some joint projects with the F1 crowd, too. They would make about a very intense 2 hour engineering presentation to the group, and then take them for an 'insider' tour of the football stadium, which was not offered to any other group even though one of the local backers of the F1 track was a big ESU football fan. This would be followed by lunch at the university club, and then a tour of the materials research labs that had the most to promise for racing. The plan was to have this group join the others for a final evening meal that brought them all together.

The next largest group, three foursomes worth, wanted to play golf, and Mei Ling had already tapped Dana to arrange things for the University golf club, complete with two famous ESU alums who were also well known PGA touring pros, Dana as the ladies star, and a male ESU freshman that had done very well in the last two US opens. It looked like that was handled. I would be perfectly happy just to watch Dana play from close up, and I assumed a group of horny Europeans would too. It was too bad the weather would likely be too cool for her to wear a halter top.

The final, smaller group, that Oiler called 'The Culture Set' was interested in two things: seeing the University's amazing collection of art, and birding in Texas. Oiler was stumped. The folks at the humanities center had brushed him off, and he didn't even know anyone who was interested in bird watching. I volunteered that I had one friend that might be able to help, but suddenly realized that it would mean at some point in the evening Peggy would probably have to meet Suzanne. But by that point I had already 'opened my yap' as my granddad would say. I texted Peggy a summary of the problem before I lost my nerve, and asked for her help.

The final sticking point was where to take the group for dinner. In the course of their other tours, they would encounter most every BBQ joint, Tex-Mex venue, celebrated Sushi place, and famous food trailer in town, so we had to come up with something a little different. I texted Lara and Suzanne and hopefully delegated the action to them to come up with a good idea. We had to move decisively, because the tour was planned for this coming Thursday. Oiler had set up a discussion and file exchange area on one of the university systems, and we were really going to have to hustle to pull this off.

I headed back towards the dorm and called Lara, and it went right to voicemail. She and Millie must have found a way to help each other out. I had to get back to the dorm and knock off two chapters worth of reading in one class, and three in another, if I was to stay on track before tomorrow's new classes. Then I had to reply to all those emails from the party. It was going to be a hectic week, and I hadn't fully arranged my dating calendar yet. Saturday was all booked, going to the football game and then dinner with Lara, her dad, and Lillian Gush. Friday was up in the air, as Suzanne had soccer games Friday night and Saturday night, so I was planning to see her Sunday. I maybe should plan to spend Friday with Peggy, serving her fancy faithfully, especially if she helped me out with the F1 tour group, but wondering if that was somehow coupled to agreeing to Suzanne's planned adventures. I was of at least three minds about that, and two of them were crazy. It's not always easy in Texas.