It had happened several times. Oh yeah, it happened every time I stopped by after that. He'd invite me into his office while he had Nellie do some bus... work elsewhere. He would talk and talk, it didn't matter to me if he was reading the fucking telephone book, just as long as those fingers kept creeping up and down my leg.She paused, trying to recall why it had ended. There had been no scandal, no one, including her sister had ever suspected any impropriety on his part.Then she remembered: His. She grew silent as my hands moved lower and I worked the towel farther down her back, baring more of her exposed body. Occasionally I allowed my hands to move along her sides, rubbing the small rolls of flabby skin under her arms, baby fat. I heard her moan when I reached around and rubbed her stomach. Bringing my hands back, I pressed my finger tips into her skin and kneaded all around her back, continuously putting pressure on the knot and knowing that it was gradually loosening. Helen moaned. "Ladies, we do need to rise and eat breakfast. I would like to move on today if that's agreeable to the two of you."Merry smiled. Leelee said, "What ever you want." Her head popped up. "That was wrong, wasn't it? I need to say what I think." She thought a moment. "I think I would like for us to continue on our trail. I enjoy walking even when we pull the tr-travois."I nodded and smiled.Leelee asked, "Tom, what if I had wanted to stay?" We would have listened to your reasoning. If you convinced. She had worked in the department less than six months, cultivating a - correct - impression of being organized and motivated. Their relations were cordial but polite, and a bit formal. One afternoon when no students or other faculty were around, their talk had unexpectedly turned to pornography."I really can't see how anyone could read it," she had said.Marie, the obsessive cleaning lady, had found a porn book in a trash can in the men's restroom and had brought it to her office to complain..