~~Young~~

Chapter Four

   “No,” he said shortly, “god I couldn’t be that lucky.”

   Not that Mitch hid who he was around anyone, but around Sera he was full on. The two of them had their “bitch off” as he called it the first time they met. They were about the same age, Mitch not even a handful of years older than Sera, and upon deciding that she was exactly the kind of bitch he wanted to be he decided that they just had to be BFF’s. She declined that position because the Sera he saw was just a persona, not who she really was, but stayed close to the man anyways. He was a gossiper, and without having to bring him in and give him the dos and don’ts on what one of their informants was supposed to do he gave up information. Unasked. He would just prattle on about all the “dish” on the campus and in the office keeping Sera in the loop and giving her a head’s up when things were getting heavy.

   They did the coffee thing every once and a while, and he dragged her on shopping trips- he was the one responsible for the booties- and they even spent last Christmas together with Chelsea as his family was about as accepting of him as hers would be if she said she wanted to join the Peace Corps. It was why he moved to Canada he had told her once. He said there was nothing back in the states for him and he was more than happy to put a border between him and his parents. He would go back for their funerals, because they were his parents, but- in his own words- sure as shit he’d be dancin’ on his abusive bastard of a father’s grave when his time came. Which to Mitch, couldn’t be soon enough. His dad had even gone as far to tell him he would burn in hell for being gay, but Mitch believed just the opposite. That his dad would be the one burning for judging him because bigots like that didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as everyone else lest they contaminate them too.  

   And that was the difference between the two of them. Sera may not hold any fondness for her parents, but she didn’t wish them dead. She honestly didn’t know them well enough too.

   “So then what’s with the dab and polish routine under your eyes? Another late night and you don’t want the Dean to catch on?”

   He snapped the compact shut and shot her a baleful glance, “yes, but no,” he started as he rounded his desk, moving to help Sera with her stuff, “no we’ve got some new man meat on its way in,” he practically squealed as he took her bag and coffee from her so she could take off her coat, “and he sounded positively delicious over the phone.”

   “Oh is that so,” Sera laughed as she shook her head, “and who’s to say the body lives up to the voice? What if he’s another Dean Grissom?”

   “Then I’ll just shut my eyes hunny,” he drawled, “because that man could talk a hog onto a spit with a voice like that.”

   That was Mitch, all southern American charm, more belle then gentleman of course. And was exactly why the Dean’s wife had chosen him as his personal assistant. After trying unsuccessfully to keep her husband’s dick to himself- hiring older and older or less attractive women to be at his side to no avail- Mrs. Grissom gave up and hired a man to assist her husband. But not just any man, no, she hired a flaming, sparkling, fairy of a man who didn’t care if you referred to him as any of those things. Mitchell didn’t want to be a woman, he loved his man parts, but he loved other men’s parts even more.

   “And what are you going to do if he’s not gay?” Sera asked as she hung up her coat on the rack by the door.

   “Every man is a little gay Sera sweetie, the right man just hasn’t come along worth them admitting that for. And a man with manners like that guy,” he grinned as he handed her back her bag, “either his momma raised him right or he’s just waiting for the right man to come along.”