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An Improbable Affair
By Psyman2
Based on Liesisvies drawing #40


Lizzy stared longingly from the back row of the lecture hall.  It was a warm June afternoon and she was in the last week of her introductory Psychology class at State U.  Dr. Dutch (Thomas Dutch she signed to herself quietly, not that she had ever gotten up the nerve to call him Thomas!) was lecturing at the whiteboard, reviewing Freudian theories for the upcoming final exam.

As a Culinary Arts student, Lizzy was taking this class for her general education requirements and she hadn't been too excited about it to begin with.  However, Thomas - as she liked to refer to him in her thoughts - was intelligent, interesting and had a very dry, self-deprecating sense of humor.  He almost always had a big smile on his face and would often tease his students when they said something silly.  Having no background in psychology, Lizzy was often the focal point of the teasing, but she didn't mind - she knew she wasn't the best student in class and this gave her an excuse to get Dr. Dutch's attention.

Bringing her mind back to the task at hand, Dr. Dutch was reviewing Freud's psychosexual stages.

"Boy, Freud was sure a whack job" Lizzy thought to herself, "but at least he's interesting!"

At the whiteboard Dr. Dutch had written down the stages and was answering a question about the oral stage when he said:  "According to Freud, what are some of the disorders associated with fixation at the oral stage?"  There were a couple of confused murmurs from the class, but nobody raised their hand.  

"I know this!" Lizzy thought and looking around to see if anyone else was going to respond, she slowly raised her hand.

"Yes, Elizabeth?"  

"Smoking, Drinking and Overeating!" she proclaimed in a high-pitched but confident voice.

"Very good!" "I'm sure you all can see where my fixation lies," Dr. Dutch said with a grin and a pat of his rather significant belly.

With a laugh from the rest of the class, Dr. Dutch continued with the review, but Lizzy had been struck, as she had many times before, with Dr. Dutch's profile.  Although not very old (Lizzy wasn't sure quite how old, but this was his first year as a full professor) he had a pronounced belly that Lizzy was embarrassed to admit that she found irresistibly attractive!  She knew this was an unusual thing - she had tried to talk to her girlfriends about it a couple of times, but they mostly just laughed and said she must be joking!  Lizzy didn't know where this odd fixation of hers had come from, but she had just always liked a belly on her man!  

At first, Lizzy had considered asking Dr. Dutch about it, but she couldn't figure out a way to do that without letting on that she was attracted to him!  Besides which she was a 20-year-old junior and he was a professor!  She knew he wasn't married, and he had never mentioned a girlfriend, so Lizzy knew he was available, but not how to express her desire!

Early on in the semester, Lizzy had been having trouble with the material, so she had spent a lot of time with Dr. Dutch during his office hours.  Trying not to be too obvious about it, she tried flirting with him a little; a coy statement here, a short skirt riding up a bit high there, her firm flat belly pressed against the desk, a playful toss of her long shinny hair.  She was sure he saw, but he didn't react!  On the one hand, she was relieved; it would be kind of creepy if he was hitting on his students, on the other, she really wanted him too!  Frustration!

About the second or third time Lizzy had stopped to see Dr. Dutch, she had just come from her pastries class with a plate of artistically decorated Žclairs she had made.  Justifiably proud of her creations, she eagerly showed them to him, explaining about her major.

"Well Elizabeth" said Dr. Dutch, eyeing the plate hungrily "you do certainly seem to have a flair for decorating, do they taste as good as they look?"  

"Try one" Lizzy said with a smile, trying not to look too eager.  She wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear his tummy growling!

"Why thank you, I believe I will.  Taking an Žclair from the plate, Thomas took a big bite and groaned in satisfaction, his eyes rolling back in his head a bit in ecstasy.  

Swallowing, he said:  "That is wonderful Elizabeth, I am sure you will make an excellent chef some day!"  

Glowing with pride, Lizzy pulled out her psychology homework to go over with Dr. Dutch, all the while encouraging him to finish off the plate of Žclairs.  

From that point on, Lizzy always made it a point to drop by Dr. Dutch's office with the products of her cooking classes, asking for his opinion on spices and presentation.  Lizzy was impressed by his suggestions and eagerly sought his advice.  Even though she didn't have nearly as many questions as she used to (Psychology was pretty interesting after all!) she always managed to drop some tasty tidbits off in his office.  Whenever he asked why she didn't take some for herself, her reply was:  "Why Dr. Dutch, how would I ever keep my girlish figure?" Which seemed to satisfy him for the time being.

At one point, when Lizzy had delivered a whole roast leg of lamb, Dr. Dutch said:  "Elizabeth, I don't know if I can keep accepting these gifts from you!"

What, said Lizzy in a hurt voice, "You don't like my cooking?"

"No, no," Thomas said quickly, "it's not that at all, I LOVE your cooking but I have had to buy bigger pairs of pants - twice!  

Without thinking, Lizzy had blurted out:  "It looks good on yo . . ." trailing off when she realized what she had said and turning a bright shade of red.

"Indeed," harrumphed Thomas (Yes, he actually harrumphed!) "Well, be that as it may, but people might start thinking you are trying to buy your grade with treats!  It's not that I don't enjoy them, or working with you!"  It was Thomas's turn to look embarrassed, so Lizzy excused herself quickly and left; sure that she had ruined whatever might have become between them.

The next day in class, Lizzy sat in back and kept her head down.  Dr. Dutch didn't say anything of course and treated her just like the other students, but Lizzy stopped bringing food to her beloved professor.

The next couple of weeks were hard on Lizzy; she pined for Thomas, but knew that she could get him in trouble if she tried to force the issue. However, it was getting toward the end of the semester and Lizzy had a thought:  "Once my final grades are in, this class is over and Thomas won't be my teacher anymore!"

That thought sustained her through the grueling finals week.  In addition to her general education exams, Lizzy had to prepare a full six-course meal that would be judged to determine her placement in the internship program next year.  She dearly wanted to work in the prestigious La Bergerie - a very romantic French restaurant near the school.  However, only two of the fifty or so culinary students were placed there each year.

Lizzy had spent weeks perfecting her menu and honing her techniques, she was confident, but understandably nervous.  Things can always go wrong, a sauce that won't thicken or a soufflŽ that flops and she would be out of the running!

On the day of her test, Lizzy and six of her classmates were frantically cooking away in the school's gigantic kitchen.  Each student was given a call time for his or her dishes to be plated and ready to serve.  They would then present their dishes to the judges for evaluation.  Lizzy was concerned when she discovered she would have to go last!  By that time the judges would have sampled five other student's meals.  She knew she would have to make a special effort to impress them.

As Lizzy wheeled in her cart of covered dishes, she jerked to a halt so quickly, a couple of trays slid dangerously close to the edge.  "Oh My God!" she thought to herself, "there's Thomas, he's one of the judges!"  She had been told that faculty members often served on these panels, but seeing Thomas here was a surprise!  Recovering her composure and hastily adjusting her platters, Lizzy walked up to the judging table, ready to present her meal!

Mademoiselle Loraine, the head chef from La Bergerie, was in charge with another professor - Dr. Adams that Lizzy didn't know well - sitting next to her and Thomas on the end.  He smiled and winked at her (winked!) and welcomed her to the competition along with the others.  Mademoiselle then instructed Lizzy to present her first course.

"Les Hors d'Oeuvres" said Lizzy, removing the cover from her first platter to reveal:  "Saumon FumŽ this is thinly sliced, choice Atlantic smoked salmon served on a bed of watercress.  The garnish is Spanish onion, lemon; chives all lightly dressed in a caper vinaigrette - and P‰tŽ Michelle a delicate blend of spices and savory chicken liver and cognac.  Bon Appetite!"  The judges made approving sounds as each examined her offering.  

While the judges sampled and wrote down their scores for her first course, Lizzy's eyes wandered to the tables set up behind them.  Normally, the judges were expected to only take a bite or two, because they would be sampling six different student's meals.  Lizzy could see the results of this piled behind each judge - perfectly lovely (which she hated to admit, but her classmates were talented too!) meals with a bite out of each just sitting there going to waste!  It hurt Lizzy's sensibilities to see food wasted like that.  Food was meant to be eaten and enjoyed, especially food that had been so painstakingly prepared!  

She pondered for a moment on why this upset her so.  What had Thomas said in class the other day about people's nurturing instincts? "Oh yes," she thought to herself, "all psychological traits occur along a continuum." The nurturing or mothering instincts - like a woman's desire to feed and care for her family - exist in all people, but to varying degrees.  Some feel it strongly, some not at all, with most people being somewhere in the middle.  At the time it hadn't occurred to her, but Lizzy realized that the reason she had wanted to become a chef was the joy she felt when the people she cared about enjoyed her food!  

Glancing at Thomas (Who had finished his whole plate!) Lizzy felt a deep satisfaction and a sudden thrill of realization - this is who I want to care for and feed!  Seeing that he had finished his plate, Lizzy glanced behind him and saw that ALL of his plates were empty!  For some reason that Lizzy would have to think about later, the thought of all that good food in Thomas's full, bulging belly made her feel weak in the knees!  

"Whoa!" she thought to herself. "Got to keep things under control until I've finished!"  

With a mental shake, she presented her second course:  "Les Salades: first a Salade Verte a mix of baby organic greens, traditional iceberg and romaine tossed in tarragon dressing, garnished with tomato and grated carrot.  Second: Salade Sainte-Catherine, marinated hearts of palm and artichoke with asparagus, garnished with black olives and Roma tomatoes in herb dressing.  Both small salads were served on large plate along with a generous slice of warm, freshly baked crispy French bread with sweet cream butter.
The judges dug in again, but Lizzy only had eyes for Thomas who was plowing though his salads with gusto, only pausing to comment on a particularly tasty bit or record his scores.  And again, Thomas cleaned his plate!
The third course commenced with:  "Le Soupe:  Soupe ˆ l'Oignon GratinŽe, piping hot traditional French Onion Soup, smothered in Swiss cheese served with another generous helping of my crusty bread."
And so things continued; the fourth course of Crpe Bourguignonne and the main course of FeuilletŽ de Fruits de Mer.  Lizzy was on a roll but she hardly noticed the approving murmurs of the other two judges - she was entranced by Thomas; eating everything that was put in front of him, manfully tackling every last morsel.  By this time, Lizzy could see the shirt between his buttons starting to gap.
"If only he wasn't sitting behind that table" Lizzy thought "I could see that belly growing!"
But seemingly in an instant, it was time for Lizzy to present the dessert course.  Without realizing it, she had chosen to present her decorated Žclairs, the very first thing she had given to Thomas!  "Would he remember?" she thought.  With a little shiver of anticipation she set the beautiful plates on the table.  Thomas looked up with a smile and said: "Oh, these look even better than the first time!" and joyfully started wolfing them down.
By this time Lizzy was feeling a little warm under the collar (and other places!) so she tried to focus her attention on Mademoiselle Loraine who was in the process of tallying up her score.  After a brief consult with the others, the Mademoiselle said:
"Well as you are the last to be tested tonight, we can go ahead and let you know how you did."
Lizzy's stomach dropped into her feet and her heart started beating wildly.  She hadn't known she would be told tonight!  With significant trepidation and more than a little self-doubt, she awaited Mademoiselle Loraine's verdict.
"Congratulations! You and Steve Wilcox will be offered the internships at my restaurant!"
Almost faint with relief, Lizzy tried to thank Mademoiselle, but she said: "No, no my dear, you earned it!  I look forward to great things from you!"  With that she took Dr. Adams by the arm and walked back into the kitchen.
Standing there in shock, Lizzy removed the large white apron she had been wearing, but dropped it when she saw Thomas still at the table.  Smiling, but not taking his eyes off her, Thomas slowly stood up - revealing as he did that his enormous stuffed belly was peaking out below his un-tucked shirt!  Noticing the direction of her gaze, Thomas self consciously, but with little effect, tugged on his shirt tails saying:
"Well, that shirt fit when I sat down this evening; I guess maybe I ate too much!"
Sensing that it would be now or never, Lizzy went to Thomas, placed her hand on his bulging tummy and said in a voice husky with emotion:  "You could never eat too much for me."
With a look of dawning realization on his face, Thomas drew the petite younger woman to his side where she laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes with a sigh - gently rubbing his swollen belly.