I learned a long time ago that they’re better kept than fulfilled.’ ‘Very wise,’ Lazarus smiled. ‘But not indulging them is very different t... not having them. Come on,’ he nodded conspiratorially, ‘just between you and me, two men talking. We all have a fantasy. Mine for instance is a beautiful young woman I see occasionally in the park. She knits, very nearly a lost art these days, don’t you think. In my fantasy, she’s riding me cowgirl style, knitting and whispering the pattern to herself. She groaned when it was the appropriate response, (I loved puns), and before we finished our shared desert she was taking umbrage for perceived non-slights just so she could punch/kiss. I loved a smart and witty woman. As we waited for the check one more very important piece of information about us slipped out, we both loved baseball. The Mets were playing the Cubs that weekend so we hurried to a nearby ticket outlet. Saturday’s game was sold out but we managed to get good though expensive. I was curious as I had not seen or heard him leave. I silently left the dorm myself and carefully went down in my pyjamas to the study we shared with two other boys. There was A. in his chair in the corner by his desk, his desk lamp on, his hands propping up both sides of his head gazing at a page but without reading or registering what he was seeing, so it appeared to me. I sat there reading a book for some time without speaking growing gradually more restless and longing for him to say or do. I tried not to notice Audrey, but she caught my eye when I happened to glance around innocently enough. Out of courtesy, I nodded to her. Oh crap, her she comes over with a nice booty walk. Not wanting to be a heel, I motion to a chair next to mine. With a big mischievous grin, she strattles the chair, leaning on her arms on the back rest facing me. "Hi, hon, nice to see you." A cloud of alcohol vapors drifts past me, she already hammered! She starts to flirt with me, her hands gently roaming.