"Joanne adjusted the lounge so it made a flat bed, rolled onto her stomach and stretched out with her arms lying at her sides. Liz pulled her lounge c...oser so she could sit on the edge and reach her friend. When Liz poured the cool lotion onto Joanne's back, Joanne flinched and complained. Liz laughed and began to smooth the sunscreen over Joanne's back.As Liz moved her hands up to Joanne's shoulders and coated her skin with the silky lotion, Joanne felt herself relax. Her breathing slowed as. She would initiate no such groveling. She was determined to take action. When Agnes was certain that Bert wouldn’t return she sat in a chair next to the telephone. She picked up the receiver and punched in the number that Grafton had scribbled on the back of the business card. It was a short conversation. Grafton was coming right over, his hotel was a ten minute drive from the Loehman’s house. Agnes heard a car pull into her driveway. She watched as the driver’s side door of the rented sedan. I lived at the college rent-free, ate at the cafeteria, and taught. No, my students were just students then. No hanky-panky. Round and round for years, no other life, so guess that was my habit.Then I met her, my intern, Allison, my teaching assistant. I remember her name. She was surprising. No, we never fucked. But became good friends. Great friends. She got me to reconnect to the world. She became my next habit. Maybe I was hers. She would drag me to art shows, wine tastings, music recitals,. As it did so, Nikki murmoured “recognise anyone.....?” and as I stared at the screen, I could clearly see that – apart from a very different hairstyle and make up – THAT WAS NIKKI!!!!!!!! “OH MY GOD!” I thought as the guy spoke some very clichéd porn film script. The next thing I knew, Nikki (or the character she was playing) was leading the guy into the room behind the desk, and the shot changed to show a red, leather Chesterfield-type sofa. Nikki walked across the shot and sat down on the.