6 Times a Day-Chapter 1119 Help from Christine!

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Surprisingly, after having a nice climax, Alan found himself getting a lot done. With so much going on in his life, it was nice to fall into an academic mindset and just block everything else out for a while. From time to time he would remember that Suzanne said she'd be watching on video to make sure he stayed focused, and that was a very strange realization. More than once he toyed with the idea of doing something to tease her, but in the end he found himself working straight through instead.

Since he had all the pieces needed for the Berkeley application, he found that putting his package of papers together was fairly quick and easy work. But there was a snag. He double checked the deadlines for the other colleges on his list of possibilities, and found that the November 30th deadline was for all the University of California colleges. Since one of his back-up choices was UCLA, he had to prepare that application too.

He thought, You know what? It's better to be safe than sorry. I should call up Christine and double-check with her to make sure I'm not missing anything.

He rang up Christine. "Hey, Christine. How goes it?"

"Oh, hey Alan. Good. What's up?"

"You got a minute? I don't want to bother you if you're busy."

"Nah. I was just reading a book. You can go ahead and bother me."

He teased, "I like bothering you."

She chuckled. "That you do."

He added, "Unfortunately, this is a serious kind of bothering. I'm hardly thinking about your breastacular appearance at all. Well, not much. Actually, a lot, but less than usual."

She chuckled some more. "This must be serious then."

"It is, actually. I'm in the middle of preparing my UC Berkeley application, so I can send it off tomorrow. And while I'm at it, I'm doing my UCLA application too, since it has the same deadline."

"Good for you! If you don't get that done in time, I'm going to have to really kick your ass. No joking! I'm already expecting you to be in Berkeley next year, right across the Bay."

He replied, "I appreciate that. I really do. And I appreciate even more the breastacular reward you've promised me if I do turn it in on time."

She giggled happily. "You wish! You do know that 'breastacular' is NOT a real word, don't you?"

"Hey, in my world it is. In fact, I was just reviewing my UCB essay and I noticed that I'd used the word five times."

She laughed. "You did not!"

"Okay, you got me. It was only three times, but one was in the title. Anyway, the reason I'm calling is that you totally saved my life with your reminder about the Berkeley deadline, and that got me thinking: What else might I be missing that my three-brained genius friend Christine might know?"

She replied, "Smart move, because I probably do know some things that you don't. But before I answer, I'm making a preemptive strike: you have to promise not to mention three brains, or a butt-brain, or the word 'breastacular.'"

He groaned as if greatly distressed. "Oh, man! What's the fun of that?"

"Admittedly, it's not as much fun. You've pushed your horny silliness on me so much that I'm kind of starting to like it."N0v3l--B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.

"YES! That's breasterrific!"

She chuckled. Then she chided him, "Hey!"

He quipped, "Sorry, but I've been taking grammar lessons from Amy, which may not be the smartest idea ever. But I'll be good."

"Sure you will," she said sarcastically. "But hey, let's focus for a minute, okay? For starters, have you done any research on how to best tailor your UCB application?"

"No. Why should I bother? They operate on the clear-cut point system, and I already know I've got enough points to get over the threshold with ease. So I'm not concerned."

She sighed. "You should be. Where did you get your information, from 1992? Didn't you know they've been phasing out the point system? They've been doing that gradually for a few years now. They still use points, somehow, but this is the first year that all the applications are going to be reviewed 'holistically' by real people."

"Oh shit!"

She said, "It's not so bad. You should still be a lock to get in, but there are things you can do to boost your chances. They're looking for some subtle things they're not supposed to be looking for. To give you an example, the entire public education system is suffering through some big, big budget cuts right now. If you can find some ways to subtly reveal that you come from a wealthy family, as you do, that'll help you in a big way."

"Really?! Wow. I'm glad I called you already. How do you know that?! You're not even applying there. Well, technically you are, but you're such a lock to get into Stanford that it's not even funny. Berkeley would accept you even if your essay was just a crayon drawing of a hand giving the middle finger."

Christine snorted in amusement at that mental image. "Not true!"

"Oh, come on."

"Okay, maybe there is some truth to that. But still, I like to be thoroughly prepared. As opposed to you, Mr. Almost-missed-the-deadline!" (f)reeweb(n)ovel.com

He groaned. "Please, don't remind me."

She added, "Anyway, I've been researching the whole college application situation. Berkeley has been getting a lot of flak for changing their admissions guidelines. It's even been in the newspapers."

He groaned unhappily again. "Which I don't read daily, and you do."

She laughed. "You really do need someone responsible looking after you, don't you?"

He knew she was just kidding, but she also had accidentally hit the nail on the head. I DO! That's just what we were talking about downstairs earlier. I didn't used to, but all this sex stuff has messed me up. For instance, I used to read the newspaper almost every day, but when do I have the time lately?! Ugh! Thank God for responsible Aunt Suzy, at least.

He said, "You don't know how true that is. It looks like I'm going to be even deeper in your debt. What else can you tell me before I stick these two applications in the mail?"

"A lot, I'll bet. It's not enough to just have good grades and SAT scores. There's a whole art to making your application look good."

She proceeded to spend the next ten minutes giving him excellent advice on how to tailor his applications for maximum success.

He was very impressed. When she finished he said, "Wow! Double wow. That was... I'm sorry, I have to say it: abso-tit-ily breastacular! Christine, you rock! Not only is your advice totally key for getting me into Berkeley, but it should help with all my colleges. I might even have an outside chance of getting into Stanford!"

She replied, "Let's not go THAT far." She giggled, and said, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. That's payback for your 'breastacular' violation."

He didn't mind. "Understood. My bad. I guess I'm being a boob."

She laughed. She could have told him to cut out all the breast-related jokes and references, but she didn't want him to, because she thoroughly enjoyed this kind of playful banter. She joked right back, "You may be a boob, but that's still one less boob than me."

He liked that, a lot. "True. And not just any ol' boobs, but full-on chest-heads!"

She laughed even more. "Oh no. I should have banned 'chest-head' too. Consider it banned. But seriously, I think you do have an outside chance of getting into Stanford. We have to be realistic; I'm not saying that just to be polite. Frankly, if I was on the selection committee, I probably wouldn't pick you. But there's no telling. People joke that they take all the applications to the top of the stairs and let them fly. The ones that make it to the bottom get picked."

He said with obvious frustration, "Gee, that sounds encouraging."

"Hey, a chance is still a chance. You should at least be given serious consideration. And if you do get in, think how great that would be. We'd be going to the same place!"

He grinned. "Yeah, that would be pretty great. Then I'd be able to continue my research."

"Research?"

"You know, what I was telling you about in first period today. Since you won't let me say certain words, let's just call it 'the blonde with the multiple brains' theory."

She smiled in fond memory. "Ah, yes. If I recall, your 'investigation' involved extensively fondling my body, and especially my chest."

He quipped, "But of course! In fact, isn't that the solution to MOST problems? It is for me!"

"You must have a lot of problems then, seeing how I hardly ever let you do that."

"Oooh! 'Hardly ever.' I love the sound of that. So much better than 'never!'"

The two of them continued with their playful banter for a while. As usual, Alan was highly sexually suggestive while also limiting himself mostly to "safe" topics like fondling and breasts. And, as usual, Christine pretended to object while being amused and entertained, and often even aroused.

The only frustrating part was that all the fondling was only theoretical. Alan was coming to cherish and desire Christine more and more, but he repeatedly reminded himself that she had to remain off limits.

Eventually he had to end the call. He knew he had a lot of work to do, and even more than planned because he needed to implement Christine's suggestions at once.

He went back to work on his applications. But after that call to Christine, he had a smile on his face that wouldn't go away.