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Chapter 143 by Meaniehead Meaniehead

Delilah responds...

Delilah: Day 3 (Arrangements)

It takes over twenty four hours for Delilah to respond to you.

“Hey sorry. I'm at the UN until Friday doing back to back interviews with ambassadors for a major paper.”

You sigh. Looks like Rebekah was right about schedule clashes. Of course this late in the year there's probably a lot of students and staff busy with work related things. You certainly didn't have the time to travel several states for a fuck.

“Signs like hell,” you respond.

“Hectic, yeah. But this is my dream.”

You pause a minute. It can't be helped, even if it does screw your chances up.

“Okay well good luck with it. Have fun, if that's the right thing to say.”

The messenger app shows an ellipsis for a while as she writes a reply.

“Wait. I can do Sunday. Honestly it would be good to let my hair down after this. Got any ideas.”

“Rebekah says we should do a public challenge on top of the library building.”

You add a wink to show you're joking and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

It feels like an eternity before Delilah answers.

“You're dating a crazy woman, you know that right?”

You have to admit she has a point. Rebekah might not be crazy but she is intense to a level that isn't always safe.

“Actually she's onto something,” texts Delilah.

“Oh?”

“Not the library but the roof of the economy block. It's got that stylized crenulation design. I've been up there and they come up to waist height so nobody could see what was actually happening if we kept our clothes on, but it would still count as public. Right?”

You put your head in your hands and stare at her message. After 12 weeks you can still be shocked. Public sex in full view of the whole damn quad, but hidden so the most that people could tell is that you’re kissing.

“Or are you too scared?” she taunts.

That does it. It should work and it sounds like she knows the building more than you do.

“Looks like I’m not just dating a crazy woman, I’ll be fucking one for points on Sunday.”

She posts a laughing gif.

“Sounds good. I gotta go. We’ve got dinner with the Kenyan ambassador tonight.”

And with that, the conversation ends.

You sit back and take a deep breath. After some of the weeks you’ve had, it feels strange to have a stress-free week. Well, if you ignore the three papers due by the end of the week.

Can you even have a normal day?

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