.Again trying to find the right words..I just blurted it out....I like your blouses, they're very shiny and look very nice on you and again I was surp...ised when she smiled. " so does that mean you like what I'm wearing now? Yes I do I exclaimed. Again she smiled...'Now young man about these clothes you've made a mess all over, I want you to make sure you clean them properly. that blouse is a favourite of mine, I was going to wear it to my friends house tonight. so you better get cracking and do. And the worst of it is that I love it now. I could go through the whole thing again and still want to do it yet again, over and over again.A SIGNIFICANT ENCOUNTERThe following day I am taken back to the University. Somehow Neena seems to expect that I can just forget the things I am being put through, and pick up my academic work as if I were any other researcher. It's another bizarre contradiction; the measured, analytical me on one hand and the debauched, sexual me on the other.Neena tells me. . when I could dream I was not so broad of shoulder and hip and thigh. As he weaves his way across the room, I watch the play of his muscles, the smoothness of his walk, the spring of power in his steps just waiting to be unleashed, the movement of cloth across his genitals, outlining every crease and fold. I feel a stirring below my belly, and crush it. I raise my eyes to his face. My eyes are deep-set. He didn't notice where I was looking.I wonder as he stops in front of me if I will have to. I was twenty eight years old , not sixteen. I went to the bathroom and washed and shaved, thinking all the time about saying to Mary that I was sorry, and I would try a little harder to help her.I was in the kitchen when Mary came upstairs. My eyes nearly fell out of my head, she looked stunning. Her hair, auburn in colour. Fell over her shoulders, the pastel coloured dress, flowed when she walked. I realised that I was staring open mouthed at her, and my mouth closed with a snap. Clearing my.