The guy was about her age, late twenties. He was tall, with short, dark sandy blond hair. He had a confident, yet geeky air about him.“We’re open ...or a few more minutes, so you made it,” Ann replied. “What can I help you with?”“Well, I want to check my mailbox and mail this. It’s a Priority item.”“Okay, please fill out this form. I’ll attach it to the package. Anything to declare value-wise?”“Um, no, it’s just some family papers to my brother in Texas. I want to make sure he gets it before. I lay down on the floor next to him and suddenly felt vulnerable, and I realized what I had just done. I took notice of the gum under the desk and thought about how dirty the carpet probably was."So," he said, a bit awkwardly now, "I can't believe that just happened. I just fucked one of my former students." And I finally got to fuck my former teacher after years of fantasizing." You were such a goody- two-shoes, I never could have imagined this side of you hiding somewhere in there. Wish we. Well, two things. First, his mustache could not hide his smile; second he was licking his fingers. Isn't that a giveaway? The English are known for their politeness, so, half a dozen or a dozen "excuse mes" later, I manged to get out of the carriage and safely onto the platform. And who was standing beside me, but RAF. He was wearing a pair of tweed trousers and a navy blue blazer with brass buttons--and he was twiddling his mustache. "What a lovely morning," he said. And it really was, the sky. “Okay. How about this? What if I have a daughter and I happen to be the only one home when she gets her first period? What kind of father would I be if I acted all disgusted while trying to help her?”Sue threw the wrapped tampon in the trash, then got up to wash her hands. “Better get the water.”“Oh, yeah.” John turned off the tap. Even though he damn well knew she didn’t need it, he assisted Sue into the tub. She lay back, slid forward to wet her hair, and moved into a comfortable position..