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The University of New Heliopolis was a gathering of large modern buildings. It covered an entire city block and was not unlike a small city within a large city. Theoris’ car passed through the main gate. Honute stared out the window and swallowed hard.
Akila thought she heard something. She looked back and saw Honute gazing out the window. His face was nearly pressed fir..."

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The University of New Heliopolis was a gathering of large modern buildings. It covered an entire city block and was not unlike a small city within a large city. Theoris’ car passed through the main gate. Honute stared out the window and swallowed hard. 
Akila thought she heard something. She looked back and saw Honute gazing out the window. His face was nearly pressed firmly against the glass. “Is there something wrong, Priest Honute?” 
Honute started breathing again. “Nothings wrong. It's just been awhile since I last visited here.” He lied about nothing being wrong. Hypatia’s office was buried somewhere within this small kingdom. The car traveled deeper and further into the little kingdom of science and mystery. Honute prayed to the one god that all this mighty institution claimed allegiance – Thoth, god of scribes, mathematicians, scientist, and everything erudite. 
 
Hypatia walked into her office and over to a small counter against the wall. On it was a small refrigerator, coffee maker and a microwave. She poured herself a cup of steaming coffee and sat at her desk. The window behind her had a view of nearly the entire campus. She could see the entrance way and the main parking lot. She had a lot of stories about the goings on in the parking lot after hours. She turned her chair around and faced the window. She thought of the meeting she had only minutes ago. The Chairman of the Board and CEO of the University gave her news. The University was promoting her officially to Head Lecturer and Chair of Astronomy. Also, the school was temporarily relieving her of her secondary duties and several other lesser lecturers would be assigned to her as assistants – that was, until the school hired her permanent staff. When her predecessor left he took his entire staff. This left her to perform his, hers, and all the in between duties. It had been exhausting. Everyday she would drag herself home to find Honute relaxing in his office reading over his prayer book. He always had dinner ready and he joyfully did all the household chores. Hypatia needed only ask and Honute would do it. Being a dutiful husband was the least of her worries. He did it all and without complaining. Even his love making was dutiful. He never failed in quenching her sometimes seemingly insatiable sexual appetite. Honute some how knew when, where, and what to do. Bringing on one wave after another wave of blissful intense orgasms. Then when he was certain her hungry had been satiated would he allow himself a minuscule amount of pleasure. Even after love making he was respondent to her needs. Sleeping on the wet side of the bed or fetching clean sheets. He often loved lighting candles and burning wonderfully smelling incense. Hypatia loved cedar wood and recently Glycerin Aloe. It was just recently that she realized she wasn’t really happy. Honute was what many woman dream of marrying. A caring sensitive attentive dutiful husband who worshiped the very ground you walked on. What she came to believe she wanted was a go-getter. She wanted Honute to be at the top of his game instead of sitting on the sidelines passing out bottles of water. She wanted him to tell her that he had a rough day firing half a dozen people and that the old man pissed him off so bad he had to tell him where to stick it. And then he would tell her how impressed the old man was by his ass chewing that he would give him a raise. That’s what she wanted to hear. Not some meaningless dribble about how he blessed a hundred pilgrims in two hours or that the head priest was inspired by his morning Sun ritual. She wanted Honute to be reckless, daring, adventurous, aggressive. She wanted him to be like the men in those romance novels. Men who had a hard edge about them that screamed ‘I could cut your throat just as I look at you!’ She wanted Honute to be bad. Hypatia had been daydreaming for nearly an hour while looking out the window. Dr. Theoris’ car pulled into her parking spot. It was right next to hers. She read the Doctor’s memo on her proceeding to the next step in her research. The University had been all abuzz about her new theory on Magick. Everyone believed in it, but not everyone was capable of doing it. That is until now. The Doctor had requested some of the University’s resources – medical, physics, electronics, anything and everything to measure, record, and hopefully reproduce results. Even her department would be involved. And as head of the Astronomy department she was in control of the Zettatron, the most powerful and sensitive cyclotron in the southern half of the Blessed Lands. 
 
Theoris parked the car in her assigned spot. Honute watched with a growing sickening feeling as Hypatia’s car came into sight. Of all the worst luck in the Blessed Lands would this happen to him. His wife’s car inches away from his face. Dread covered him in a cold and icy touch – the gods have not been good to him. 
Akila noticed the pale face of Honute. “Priest Honute? Are you sure you are all right?” 
Honute swallowed hard and shook his head. “That is my wife’s car.” 
Theoris placed the car in park. She looked over her shoulder at Honute. “You’re Dr. Hypatia’s husband?” She looked closer. “Ah, yes. The last Joyous celebration. I remember. Funny how one forgets certain details.” 
Honute didn’t remember Theoris but he remembered the celebration. One of the other residential professors, Dr. Turtukilo, had embarrassed himself. Apparently, he had gotten drunk, with three other faculty members, and was caught head bobbing on one of them. Honute himself had stumbled on the orgy. He had been looking for the restroom. He backed away giving his most sincere apologies and stepped into the Chairman of the Board. He, too, had been looking for the restroom. 
Akila said with a little bit of sadness in her voice, “But why would that be a problem?” 
He took a deep breath. “This morning she asked me for a divorce.” 
Akila said, “Oh. Sorry to hear that.” 
“She said she would be staying at the University.” 
Theoris thought about that. “I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem. We really don’t have to go anywhere near the Astronomy department. We may not even need to use the Zettatron’s magnetometers. We could probably requisite one of the portable models.” 
Honute nodded. 
Theoris said, “Of course, the occasional running into each in the hallway may not be entirely avoided. Is this going to be a problem?”
Honute shook his head. “I don’t think so. She was pretty calm about it. It should be very civil . . . and awkward.” 
Theoris nodded, opened the car door and got out. The others followed. 
 
Hypatia noted that two other individuals were in Dr. Theoris’ car. Theoris got out first, followed by a younger woman, Akila was her name, if memory served Hypatia correctly. She took a mouth full of coffee as the third person stepped out the car. It was Honute! Coffee splattered on the window. She grabbed several tissues from the box on her desk and wiped the window clean. She saw Theoris, the younger woman and her husband walk into the Psychology, Cognition, and Behavior building across the street. ‘Oh boy’ was her thought. ‘When things got better did they get worse?’ 
 
 
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