My parents allowed me to attend Fenton only after the university gave me a stipend on top of the scholarship. Again, Mr. Laszlo had to drive me to campus. My mother waved goodbye from the driveway. My father had a lunch he “couldn’t miss.” Meanwhile, I almost cried when I said farewell to Mr. Laszlo. He told me he’d visit often.
I figured that getting f****d once wouldn’t be enough to pay for four years of college. Thus, I knew Mr. Kelly would be inside me often. But I was shocked when he told me that each semester it would be my responsibility to get f****d by some, possibly all, of my professors. I should have realized the Bardache Scholarship wasn’t school sanctioned and was funded in secret by participating faculty. Mr. Kelly told me to tell no one. I’d already mentioned that I’d won
