“There’s one thing you forget. Cynthia was your student. The university won’t take kindly to that, my dear John. It’s morally equivalent to incest, seducing a student. They’ll bounce you good and hard for it.”
“But I didn’t seduce Cynthia! Damn it all, there wasn’t the smallest question of seduction.”
The man lifted his hands toward the girl. “I said I’d look after things but you said you’d see to it.”
“I said I would but I never intended to.”
“In heaven’s name, why not?”
“Because I wanted it to happen. I wanted you to give me a child. So it would commit me. So it would commit both of us.”
“Marriage would commit both of us.”
“Marriage isn’t possible, not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because of Helen.”
“Look, Helen isn’t that sort, the marrying sort. She’s played the game her way. Well, she’s lost for once, that’s all.”
“Don’t be so sure,” interposed the woman calmly, “the game isn’t played out yet.”
“You’d wanted to make Helen for a long time, hadn’t you?” the girl asked the man.
“I suppose so,” he admitted.
“For how long, ten years?”
“Perhaps, a long time, certainly.”
“But she’s the other kind, so you didn’t get anywhere at all until I came along.”
The girl stopped and looked to the woman. “He still doesn’t understand the way it is.”
“He soon will,” smiled the woman. With evident pleasure, she leaned across to the man and put a hand on his knee. “Don’t you see? She’s the other kind, too, my kind. Cynthia is my kind. When she tricked you into making her pregnant she was trying to break it. She knew you’d have to marry her, being her teacher. She knew she’d got you in the sensitive places.”
The man sucked in his breath and scowled. The woman patted his knee. “That hits your self-esteem, doesn’t it? It wasn’t your sex power what did it, darling. It was Cynthia thinking she’d extend the range of her interests a bit.”
The girl was dreamy and reflective. “I would have tried, of course, but I don’t know whether it could ever have worked. I’d probably have regressed in the long run.”
“You didn’t know it was this way with Cynthia?” the man asked the woman.
For answer, she laughed deeply and quite genuinely. “Don’t be such an idiot. Do you think I’d have gone off to bed with you if I’d known. I could have cut you out with a snap of the fingers if only I’d known.”
“Exactly what happened between the two of you?” asked the girl.
“We’ve already been over it twenty times.”
“I’d like to hear the story his way though.”
“Oh, Helen was white-hot for you,” began the man. “That can’t be any news. But she thought you were hot for me.”
“So you made a trade. You’d give her a chance with me, put me in her path, as it were. In exchange, she allowed you to make her.”
“It was like that, more or less.”
“How do you mean, more or less?” thundered the woman. “There was plenty more to it. He said he would take care of things and by God he did. If he’d been aiming to make me pregnant he couldn’t have done it better.”
“Then here’s a surprise for you,” interjected the man. “That’s exactly what I was aiming to do. I’d waited long enough. You’d teased me long enough.”
The woman drew in a deep breath. “Then hang on to your hat, my dear. The wind is really going to blow now.”
The girl lost her dreamy look. She sat up alertly, her chin cupped in her hands. “Even so, I’d have thought it would have taken more than one weekend—unless he was very lucky.”
The woman looked gravely across at the girl. “He discovered the right time of the month. I’m sure of it. That’s the thing which makes me so mad about it all.”
The girl whistled between her teeth. “That is pretty ultimate. He must have felt an intense need to justify himself. Biologically, I mean. I bet it’s done him a world of good, getting himself rid of a bad infertility psychosis.”
“Cynthia, darling, will you please be a little less ready to see his point of view? Try to develop a sense of majestic rage.”
“It would go well with her coloring,” agreed the man.
“Stop smirking!” rapped the woman. “Our time is still six months away. But for you, my dear John, the sands have already run out.”
The girl continued her reverie. “We’re all pretty ultimate, aren’t we? I didn’t give him much of a chance, you know. It’s really pretty much like shooting a sitting bird. Seducing a man of his age. Just as I was beginning to develop an affection for him, he sells me to you. He trades my body, in order to gratify his own overwhelming lust.”
The woman was indignant. “I resent the suggestion that I have deceived anybody. I made a bargain and I kept faithfully to it.”
“A bargain to seduce an apparently innocent girl.”
“I am discussing the issue of deception, not the morality of sex. In any case, you were a party to the seduction of this apparently innocent girl.”
“I didn’t suggest it.”
“No, but you jumped at the chance, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I admit I jumped at the chance. I’d jump again.”
“Is that intended as a compliment?”
“Yes, it is.”
The woman stopped the rapid-fire barrage and said slowly and pointedly, “Perhaps we should return to your academic friends, Professor. What exactly are you going to tell them?”
“I shall insist on a thorough investigation of the whole thing.”
“Would that be wise? Is there anything in this business that would profit from thorough investigation? How you purloined my diary in order to discover my condition on a certain day of the month? Would that make a favorable headline in the daily press, do you think?”
“I suppose it will give you great satisfaction to see me chucked out—wasn’t that the way you put it?”
“It will give me no satisfaction at all. Quite the contrary. You are not going to be chucked out, for the good and sufficient reason that we—Cynthia and I—have need of financial support.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Simply this. You will sign a statement admitting the paternity of Cynthia’s child. The statement will never be produced so long as your income is properly diverted to us, to Cynthia and me. And by your income, my dear John, I do not mean your academic salary. I also mean all the profitable little side lines. I mean your income as your accountant sees it.”
“Well, of all the bitches in creation, you’re just about the last!”
The woman smiled at the girl. “Didn’t I say I’d make him suffer?”
“What am I supposed to live on?” asked the man in furious indignation.
“Naturally you will live here with us. What else?”
“Think of the scandal, woman.”
“Scandal, yes. Scandal most horrible. But since it cannot be proved that Cynthia’s child is your child, the university will take no steps. You said so yourself.”
“But, good God, do you think I’m going to slave my guts out for a couple of women like you, together all the time, together and laughing in my face? I’ll clear out once and for all if you push me too far. I’m warning you, Helen.”
“Rubbish, hysterical nonsense. A few minutes ago you admitted to waiting ten years to make me—actually it was twelve years. If you tried to run away, I could bring you back, just by raising my little finger—like that!”
The woman held up a fist, but with the fifth finger extended. The man pondered the implications of this remark. Then he burst out again, “I’m not going to have the two of you going off…”