Part 2 The Misadventures of Kate

The rest of the week was spent getting all my paperwork changed over to my new name, and yes, I have a middle name. It’s Lucy after my aunt. When I talked to my mom that evening, I asked her if she had already picked out a middle name for me, but she had said no .I told her that it was going to be Lucy after Auntie. She broke out in tears to think I’d use her big sister’s name. I asked if it was all right. She said it was; after all, Kate was my mom’s middle name. Aunt Lucy also did the crying routine again; gee, there’s a lot about girls I just don’t understand! The next step was the Dean of Students. He tried to put a stop to me being admitted as a regular student. Let’s see…I had a criminal record for assault and resisting arrest, and my diploma was nothing but a GED (hardly suitable for a Harvard student). He would admit me in the special studies program, but I’d have to take a SAT exam as well. Auntie had overheard and had had enough of him. She walked right in and said, "My niece will be admitted as a full student and with no damn special studies proggie or SAT!” He simply caved in and was begging her to forgive him for being so rude to her niece. Poor guy had never run into Dr Lucy Morgan when she was ready to whip some stupid male’s ass into submission! I was admitted as a regular student without having even to take the SAT! The next semester was three months away, but I would begin working at the Lab right away. The employment office on campus was much easier. Seeing Dr Lucy, as Auntie was known on campus, they simply filled out all the forms and got me my employee’s ID and such. I was now a Lab Tech level 15, the highest pay level on campus for lab techs. Not bad for a 19-year-old ex-convict! Fifty thousand a year, plus I was a student. Needless to say, I was blown away. My first day in the lab was hell. I had to strip and get examined by Auntie’s team -- poked and probed. One of the doctors, when she saw my poor well-used ass, asked if I had had anal sex .I told her yes, every day for two years. She was surprised. Then she saw my prison tats and realized what I meant. There were five members of the team (yes, all women), and they all must have found some reason to check out my poor little cock. My tats totally intrigued them. One is a Tramp Stamp in a cute little flower design. The other is on my belly, and it’s a nasty looking skull of the prison gang the Lobos; yep, they were very protective of their favorite bitch and marked me as an honorary member. One of the surprises on my first day was when I spotted none other than little Miss Ally Cat! Seems she had transferred here last semester from UGA and now was one of Auntie’s newest rising stars in her woman’s studies program. Hmm…the only girl in the little orgy who was slow, and she had cost me my freedom. Needless to say, I was thinking revenge at this point, but I didn’t want to piss off Auntie, so I would talk to her before doing anything stupid.