The Last Words of Dean Ostendi

Avery was in deep thoughts of what had just happened. His boss, Myra Ostendi, just asked him to sign a new contract. And what a contract! To ALWAYS remain naked at the university campus. Naked from head to toe. What started as a small favor for his fellow teacher- just an hour of posing for one life drawing class- quickly changed to a full week of nude posing in front of the art students, posing naked for biology classes of the damn prof. Suther, posing naked for the whole auditiorium and his former alma mater professors. And now he signed a contract, which requires him to be always naked at the university. And, by his own stupidy, he even has to come to work naked. Up until now, he constantly was dressing and undressing, either for his math students, art students, or even biology students, but now it won't be the case. He will not have a comfort of any clothes at any time. There will be no clothes anywhere for him to put on.

Avery, Avery! Are you all right? Asked him the dean, waking up Avery from his deep thoughts. Yes, prof. I'm all right. Was just thinking, about my situation. Oh, don't worry Avery, you're absolutely going to be fine. Everyone at the uiversity is going to enjoy and appreciate your help. You've been doing a great job and the feedback from prof. Sands and Suther was very positive. Your students also greatly appreciate your engagement and teaching motivation. And the results are more than satisfactory. Your math sudents excell, there's more intrest in our excellent art department and our biology department students learn, not from some obscure drawings in books, but from a real life body. Clearly this is more memorable than some pictrures and not only improves student's grades, but also makes the subject more interesting and unforgetable. So what they learn stays in memory longer. This ways our university will exell in academics. And you are part of it, Avery.

Oh, thank you prof. for the opportunity- was the only answer Avery could think of. But again it didn't sound right; what he meant was a sarcastic "oh, gee, thnx, prof." And again Myra responded: You're welcome, Avery.

Avery didn't know what to do now. Part of it, if not all was true. The math students grades are up, art department is developing and getting new sponsorship and learnig from life subject, instead of books is always better. And on top of it he's getting a raise and a tenure! Not to forget new found love of a beautiful, smart, young woman. Perhaps this is not all that bad and turned out for the better.

Thank you prof. Ostendi. I do appreciate being the part of IDU and will do anything for our students to excell.

The meeting was heading to an end and Avery wanted to just go home. His head was spinning full of thoughts and he needed to relax and forget about his whole situation, or he would be going insane. So, I guess I'll see you on Monday, he said getting up from the chair.

Just one more thing, prof. Finn.

Yes?

You've just signed a contract and we wouldn't want you to break it immediately after, woulnd't we.

After so many toughts already spinning in his head, Avery was dumbfounded and didn't quite register what the Dean had just said.

Take off all your clothes and give them to me. You're on campus and you are not allowed any. You should be naked.

Prof. Finn couldn't believe what was just happening, but it all was true. He signed the contract. These were the rules. With resignation, but not wanting to show his lack of enthusiasm, he aswered: Of course, prof. Dean. And he started undressing in front of his boss by first taking off his shoes, then socks and tucking them neatly into the shoes. Then came off his shirt, followed by the trousers slipping down his legs. He folded both neatly and put them on the chair. The last item of his clothes were his black briefs. He put his thumbs into the elastic waistband and slowly pulled them down and then stepped out of them. He quickly folded them in half and then agin in half and put them on top of the pile of his clothes that layed on the chair. He straightened up and now was stading naked in front of his observing boss.

Thank you, prof. This is your work attire. You will always be naked here. You may go now.

Avery didn't know what was the appropriate answer for such a situation. While trying to just turn around and leave, he answerd: Thank you Dean, I'll see you on Monday.

And before he could wish his boss a nice weekend, Myra, coming to the chair with his clothes, threw the last sentence: Since you will be always naked here and are not allowed to bring any clothes with you, you won't need these either. I'll will make sure to properly dispose of them. You may go now.