I approached him slowly and stopped near to him. I saw him swallow and heard the gulp. He was trying to resist something, as his fingers were gripping...the arms of his chair. "Am I in some sort of....trouble?" I asked curiously. "No, not at all," he said slowly. He looked me up and down and I just stood there smiling. "Well, am I failing?" I asked, biting my lip. I looked down at his pants and saw a small bulge growing. I knew his mind was somewhere else. "No. You are one of my brightest. ”“Good afternoon, sir,” he answered, “if you’d like to come this way, I’ll take you to the airport. Terminal one, I believe.”“Just sit back and relax,” the driver, who had introduced himself as Sam, said, after helping me into the vehicle. “The journey time will be a little over an hour, the traffic is pretty heavy at the moment. Would you care for some music?”“Thank you,” I said, “do you have something operatic?”“Mozart, The Magic Flute?” he suggested.“That would be fine, thank you.”He pressed. He taught me to learn and to not accept anything without checking it out myself. He also exposed me to every religion and religious group from African Methodist Episcopal to Wiccan that was in our area. He also taught me to ask the pertinent questions.We formed our own little study group, which by the end of the semester, expanded to 7 students, Cathy, me, 1 other guy and 4 other girls. As the class was only required reading, a couple of papers, the lectures, and the exam, the study group sort. ", 'er eyes were like saucers an' it was obvious that she was a bit pissed like - you didn't need to be no copper ta see that! Anyway, we'd gone a couple o' miles an' she goes, "Larry...I think I had a little too much to drink - I really need to have a pee"! I dunno why, but I laughed! "Yeah, me too, Miss Lucy! You're alright, you are"! She threw 'er head back and laughed; a right belly laugh that made me laugh too! "Oh, lets find a path in the woods or something Larry, I'm bursting"! she says.