He walked around the classroom talking about, well to be honest I wasn't listening. His eyes went from my black pumps, up my tan legs and up to my pur...le thong. He paused like he forgot what he was saying. He continued after a second and I crossed my legs and his eyes met mine. I put my pen to my lips and he continued to move around the room. Ocassionally he would look at me and I'd run my fingers along the top of my low cut purple shirt. You could see my lacey black bra peaking out of the top.. He picked up the pace minimally but still felt the guilt. Trusting his judgment, she touched his arms, the left covered in tattoos of dragons that he brought back from Japan and on his right, scars on his shoulders from Afghanistan. At first, when he returned, he could only stand to be touched by her when he was numbed with liquor. Then the liquor wasn’t even enough so he drank more. And more. And more. He kissed her neck gently, once for each of the months he’d abandoned her at home and. What was I to do? Apologize and decline? Sneak out early? What the hell, I decided. It’s time for me to man up (as it were).I said, “Great. I look forward to it,” trying to appear nonchalant.The time before the massage demo is a blur in my memory. I think I recall introducing myself to Pablo in the pool, telling him I was the guinea pig. Then I heard the announcement that the massage demo was about to begin, and everyone save for a couple of guys who remained in the pool made their way over to. I’m going to do something else.The next day, Maya arrived a bit late. I greeted her and did as if nothing had happened. And so did she. Not the faintest hint. Nothing. She is totally natural. One exception though. Twice in a minute, she checked my crotch. I did as if I had not noticed it, of course. Instead, I told her that I had worked very late and that I wanted to sleep for a couple of hours and asked her to do the bedroom later in the day. She said no problem and proceeded to do other.