“Is that what you are into, Danny? Are you into young ladies’ feet?”“Professor Hill,” Danny said a little hurried. “I don’t want to disc...ss that with you as that is my business. Please respect that, okay.”“Danny,” Professor Hill answered. I just asked a simple question. If that is what you are into, you can tell me if you are. It’s okay.”Danny simply picked up his bag off of the floor and hurried out of the classroom.About an hour later, he arrived home to see his mother sitting in the living. Her only clothing, a thin, tight, very short little black dress with a remarkably low cut neckline.While she padded around putting the finishing touches on the apartment, a thought floated through her alcohol-influenced mind. It was completely unbidden, and it stopped her.Nat Cole sang, "You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly," and she felt warmth spreading across her chest.Did she love him?No, not Nat Cole, she fell into the sofa laughing (no more wine!).The man whose body she loved,. How many would you say?"I told him and then showed him on a map where I thought we had been. He nodded, said the young women would be looked after, lent me a horse and urged me to get back to my own company and report. Since the sun was barely down and I only had four or five miles to travel, I took his advice, hoping to get Foster to attack the Germans at once. I bade the girls good-bye and they waved me out of sight.When I returned two days later, disappointed that our retreat was still. I didn't mind being out of school for a week. Staying at my grandparentshouse was fine, they were very nice. They lived out in the country in anold farm house. They were my mother's parents. I liked going there, onlythis time it would be like a final meal before my punishment.I spend a week at Christmas and two weeks at Easter as their sissy maidevery year, while my parents, brother and sister go on vacation. Theylive about four hours away, so I don't see them much.My grandparents on my.