There was a man in the next bed, behind a curtain. He continued, his voice taking on a slight tone of derision, "After eating a full meal, you take wh...t, a few dozen aspirin and some cough syrup? And you thought *that* would kill you? Extraordinary!"Gina closed her eyes tightly. The man continued, more congenially. "You know, if you'd just thought about it rationally for a minute, you'd have come up with any number of better ways. Don't you have any drain cleaner under the sink? Or a knife or. This was a whole new experience for her. Jerome carried her into a large bedroom with a large double bed and laid her down gently. He then stepped back next to Karl and began to unbuckle his slacks. The men stood there side by side and stripped naked. As they stepped forward she began to tremble. They both had huge erections and she knew that she was about to feel them inside her. “I... I... ,” she tried to say. “Please be gentle.” It was all she could say as Jerome climbed on to the bed to. What makes poetry?" Not that stuff," he said defensively.With that, I shamelessly dumped on him, telling him that any words thathad a sense of rhythm, that had feeling, that painted a picture and thatcaused listeners to react made for "poetry." I even accused him of beinga snob, right in front of the whole class.Paul stood in front of the class, about to respond, but he reddened andsat down abruptly, no doubt shocked at my mean, nasty response. I wasshocked at my own actions; I had no right. The devil in Lynda had been pushing her towards an inappropriate liaison with the strapping youth, but it felt rather scandalous to even admit some of the erotic images that flash across her minds eye each time he walked by or stood close to her. ‘Thank God I’m so busy right now, or I probably wouldn’t care how young he is.’ She thought to herself one late afternoon as she watched Jack walk towards the door on an errand for her. So busy was she at that period that her great sexual appetite had.