”“Well, are you?”“As strange as this may sound, but, yes.”We walked for about a minute without saying anything and then I remembered somethi...g I wanted to ask Susie.“Do you have a boyfriend?”“Dad would kill me even if he suspected I had one.”“But are there any boys in your class that you like?”“Not really. They’re all stupid. All they want to do is talk about football and make fun of the girls.”“What about the girls? Do you have any friends?”“I hang around with a couple of girls. We eat lunch. "You can say what you want, but you're wearing them and if you don't show me, then every one on first shift will know about it by the end of the day."I was stunned. I was completely stunned. I never expected to get caught. I thought I was so careful that I never would have to have this conversation, and yet, here I was.Stuck between a rock and hard place. I was speechless. I felt my face blush so hot my skin actually hurt from the heat."Well, do you show me your pantyhose or do you spend the. And she rode off with some guy she just met. She does that. And I feltstuck. I know this all sounds horrible. Like I'm a horrible person. I admitit. I am. I'm selfish. And I spent all that time drinking feeling sorry formyself and life just kind of whooshed by. And now Melody, her niece, is inan orphanage. I thought it was for the best, because she really doesn'tseem to like me, but now ..."Dorothy reached across and touched his hands. It was comforting. "I grew upin an orphanage. My dad put me. How about "bring it on professor, let's see where this goes", that's what I was thinking... I could feel him touching me."Alright, let's call you my "muse" with benefits. I've always hoped to make a connection with a gentleman, albeit, "a dirty old man" who could not only enjoy my stories, also allow me to see a different prospective, from his point of view. You will find that I speak my mind, and so I will."For crying out loud Layla, a muse with benefits? Have you lost your perspective here?.