Masters of Play by Ines Johnson

Author:Ines Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Those Johnson Girls

CHAPTER TEN

I went home with the intention of taking a cold shower after my night with Professor Sin and the Carson twins. However, it soon became apparent that standing in the porcelain under a spray of ice-cold droplets wouldn't be necessary. The very thought of wrangling statistics cooled my ardor faster than I could reach for the cold knob over the tub basin.

Instead, I slipped into a pair of rainbow-colored sweats with a unicorn on the butt. I dug deep in my hall closet, where I’d stored all the notes from classes over the years. I had to reach way, way, way in the back before I came to my old notes from Professor Sinead's Quantitative Methodology in Behavioral Sciences class.

I'd written most of those notes in black ink. It was rare for me to write anything in black ink. All of my notebooks were an array of the rainbow with notes and my thoughts on the lecture color coordinated by day of the week, section from the text as opposed to the lecture from the professor. But I hadn't understood anything in that class. Not from the text or the teacher or the online YouTube videos where some young math geek tried to make the math fun and failed miserably. Hence the black ink.

It was the first time I'd faked my way through anything, be it in the bedroom or in the classroom. And he knew. Professor Sinead knew that I hadn't grasped the concepts he was trying to explain. I could tell he knew by the snide comments he left on my papers and worksheets.

Were you even paying attention during my lecture, Ms. Prince?

Did you read the assigned material, Ms. Prince?

You're better than this, Ms. Prince.

He was wrong. I wasn't better than this. Even after listening to him instead of staring at him during his lectures, even after reading each chapter twice, sometimes three times, the material just made very little sense to me.

I'd had no issues with math in school. It was when math was correlated to people and their emotions or actions that I became lost. I had never believed that human beings could be reduced to numbers. There were too many shades of gray.

Unfortunately, it looked like I would have to do that if I wanted to pass this class. If I wanted to successfully defend my dissertation. If I wanted to get fucked in the way I needed to by the Carson twins.

I slid my old notes away from me. For the first time since that stupid quantitative class, I felt like I was spinning. During Professor Sinead's class was when I came back to the scene on a more regular basis. I'd get so riled up fussing with numbers that I needed to be tied up later that night in order to regain my focus and equilibrium for the next day.

My hand hovered over my cell phone. The pull to call Owen was so strong. I knew he could make me relax, maybe even help me see my way through this data set just by tying me up in tight little knots.

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