I thought Nancy could remediate the situation. She did what she could, but told me that Tyrone’s case was part of a growing problem. Lots of student..., especially young men, weren’t doing well academically. What was to be done with Tyrone and other young men like him? While walking around the campus, I noticed the Women’s Center. Lots of women were moving in and out of it. It was a vibrant place. As I walked past it and into my office, an idea sprang into my mind. If we had a Women’s Center, why. She didn?t wait long before Miranda came from the other bedroom. Shehad on a black cover-up that looked like a truly short black dress.Miranda checked her purse for the room key, and they went to the pool.They picked a couple of lounge chairs and put their stuff down."Come on, Trina, pull that off and let me put some sunscreen on you. Idon?t want to spend all week with you trying to recover from asunburn."Trina looked around and pulled the cover-up off."Well, that certainly doesn?t cover a. When we got back to his room he wasted no time, in my favorite kind of way. He sat me on the bed, climbed up next to me, and cupped the back of my head with his hand. Pulling me in, he kissed me with a real passion, not just lust, but a caring intensity. This turned me on more than any groping, grinding kiss ever had. That kiss spoke volumes about who we were as people. We were laughing, kind, gentle people who weren’t made for the hook up world. We needed something like this, someone like. I was assigned a desk and just opposite me was the heroine of this story who was a widow, her Name is ‘Ritu’Being the first job I used to be occupied in my work and was not in discussion to people sitting nearby, however I used to observe that this b’ful lady ‘Ritu’ used to stare at me many a times, though she never approached me during the initial few days.One fine day I got a call on my extension from her, asking me to meet her near the washroom and pantry area, Ritu hung the call and walked.