Chapter 4 I Want Exclusivity Ii

• He looked at me for a while before responding:
• - Like I said... Use your creativity and imagination.
• - It turns out that I'm in doubt because I want to make a really big penis in my sculpture...
• Laughter again until Jax did well again:
• - If your creativity wants to model a large penis, as you believe this is the physical change of man through the centuries, feel free. Just don't forget that it's not just about modeling your sculpture... You can't escape the theme I proposed.
• - Why are penises so small in ancient sculptures? – A colleague asked.
• - Great question, Miss Stanford – he applauded her - For the ancient Greeks and Romans, large genitals were considered ugly. The sculptors only modeled small genitals to make it clear: this man is a rational intellectual and, as such, has his instincts under control.
• - How interesting! – Another colleague exclaimed.
• - And do you have your instincts under control, professor? – I teased, with a mocking smile.
• - Yes... At least at work, where the intellectual and rational inhabit my entire being! At home, with my wife, I abandon this intellectual being and become an irrational animal. – He smiled and winked.
• Everyone applauded and there were even those who whistled, venerating the idea that he only slept with his wife and was a faithful man. I swallowed the affront and realized that maybe Jax wouldn't give in to my advances.
• When Professor Jax led us to the room where the fine arts laboratory was, I grabbed my bag and went directly to the dean's office.
• - I want to speak to the dean. – I looked at the secretary.
• - Mr. Jackson is busy.
• I ignored her speech and went towards the door, opening it. I came across Mr. Jackson reading some documents, concentrating.
• - Miss... Dave? – He took off his prescription glasses when he saw me, surprised.
• I closed the door behind me and sat down in front of him, without being asked.
• - I came to talk about Mr. Gatti. – I announced it, bluntly.
• - Any... Problems? – He arched his eyebrow.
• - Yes... Lots of problems.
• - By the way, how is your father, Mr. Júlio Dave?
• - Busy, as always. – I rolled my eyes, bored.
• - Will Mr. Dave run again this year for governor of our state? It would be a pleasure to vote for the best politician we've ever had at the head of...
• - I don't give a fuck about my father! – I made it clear – I came here to report a case of sexual harassment.
• - Sexual harassment?
• - Yes... Mr. Gatti is sexually harassing me.
• - Could you please not use the term “fucking” in my office, Miss Dave?
• I laughed:
• - My father practically supports this college with his “large donations” in cash to pay for generous scholarships... And you say I can't say a simple “fuck”? This place is practically an extension of my house, as it is supported by my father. Therefore, I say what I want, how and in whatever way I want, Mr. Jackson.
• He swallowed hard and I noticed his cheeks redden immediately. It wasn't news to anyone that my father ruled and dismantled that damn city, state and had even been considered to be president. Júlio Dave helped practically all charities, donated money to colleges, in order to support those who couldn't afford undergraduate and postgraduate scholarships and I had to watch my mouth? No, I didn't need to hold my tongue! The surname Dave kept that man who was ahead of me in power.
• - The acts of 'touching', groping, forcible kissing, ejaculating in public, among other actions, that occur without the victim's consent and without physical violence or serious threat are considered “sexual harassment”. – I made it clear.
• - And which of these acts did Mr. Gatti commit, Miss Dave?
• - During the week I had some doubts about his class... And after everyone left, I went to his table and asked for clarification... I didn't want to ask during the class, in public, because I didn't feel comfortable and I had a certain I'm afraid of being ridiculed. It turns out that Mr. Gatti first resisted clarifying my doubts, claiming that he had already done so in class, given that he is not paid hourly but monthly, as he knows. In other words, he had an obligation to help me and resolve my intellectual concerns...
• - Intellectual concerns? – He raised his eyebrow, confused.
• - So, after I practically begged for help, he finally decided to help me and while I spoke, I leaned back on the table, to show him my laptop... And I felt his eyes on my breasts, in a libidinous and...
• - There's no way to say that, Miss Dave. Maybe he really was looking at the laptop. Mr Gatti is one of the best teachers we have at the Faculty of Fine Arts. In addition to being fully qualified, he is a great professional... Ethical, dedicated and... Always highly praised not only by students, but also by his colleagues.
• - He touched my breasts, Mr. Jackson!
• - What? – He frowned and widened his eyes – Did Mr. Gatti do this?
• I let the tears flow and he handed me a tissue:
• - Calm down, Miss Dave... Please.
• - Mr. Gatti touched my breasts on purpose... And honestly, I will not wait to get to the point of letting him forcibly kiss me or ejaculate on me, without my consent, to take action and report him for “sexual harassment” . I want the Fine Arts professor out of this college... And I wouldn't want to involve my father in this, if you know what I mean. After all, I don't want to harm the college and the name it has to uphold with what happened to me.
• - I... I honestly didn't expect this from Mr Gatti... - he shook his head, stunned - Will you... Will you make a formal complaint to the Police?
• - I know I should ... But I don't want to harm Mr. Gatti in such a way, since I know he has a family to support and may never be able to get a job again. Despite everything, I am human and empathetic.
• - But... You were... Touched by him. If it even crosses your father's mind that this happened on college grounds and I didn't take appropriate action... I don't even want to think about what Mr. Dave would do.
• - I can keep this secret, Mr. Jackson.
• - It's not about keeping a secret, Miss Dave... I can't keep this a secret. I will fire Mr Gatti and obviously he will know why. We will go to the end in this story and the guilty will be punished.
• - No... I definitely wouldn't want to harm him like this. Who will put food on the table of those poor children he calls... Children?
• - His wife has an autoimmune disease. Mr. Gatti definitely needs this job, even for the health insurance. And exactly for this reason he should have been correct and ethical and not have committed the crime he committed within this institution. He will be punished... Not only as an employee of this college, but also in accordance with the law.