.I'm tryin', but I still can't help it sometimes. But you help make it better. I just don't want any of the guys at school to know that I still have...to get in bed with you sometimes. They'd make fun of me and stuff!" Edward looked down at his feet in shame."Now Edward Adams, you just stop that! You might be surprised at how many of those boys have fears just like yours. Fears they don't want anybody to know about, either." Helen said.She felt sorry for the boy and she knew he was right. . He’d never heard a thing, but he knew that the man he’d left behind him had been dead at best and if not, then if there was anyone at all who’d loved him, they might have been faced with remembering to bring him a new coloring book for his birthdays for the rest of his life. Pete had been a teenager then and wouldn’t have dreamt of harming anyone. But he knew that it would have been him found dead the next morning and he’d been scared to death. Pete remembered the changes to his hands when. But let's get started with introductions." The VP was sitting to my left, so I nodded at him. He was quite succinct, about three sentences, which gave the brevity key. Blake merely said that he was the Director of WAMSI; the faculty (grouped together for warmth?) were into reproduction, animal acoustics, millipedes. The fourth, on the 'right' side, was a molecular biologist, next to him was a just-arrived, red-faced woman."I'm sorry. I went to your office, without thinking. I'm a post-doc and. "Well I was feeling sorry for you so I got you a gift." She smiled."Oh." I replied unemotionally, trying to hide my shock at such a kind gesture."Close your eyes and I'll give you it." She grinned.The butterflies in my belly started buzzing around like mad, my knees grew weak almost unable to hold my weight up. My lips trembled."Um- er- O-ok..." I stumbled out from my shivering lips and closed my eyes.I pictured it in my mind like a kissing scene from a movie. I even puckered up my lips ready.