Not bad, he'd seen a lot worse. He recalled the time he spent a solid month slogging through MacBeth with a reluctant bunch of sophomores, they seldom...were ready to read their assigned part or knew what anything meant, and in the end, did not know what had happened to anybody. The head of the English department had not liked it at all and told him so. She had gotten complaints."Now, suppose this was a contest, as it was, that's how the Taylor-Burton moviemaker saw it, right, a long fight,. Not knowing what she was into, so to speak, I invited her to take off her coat and in doing so, I surveyed her. Bearing in mind my real task I set to work with the compliments and respond to the innuendo.It wasn’t difficult as her curvaceous figure was encased in a simple pencil skirt that ended a couple of inches above the knee. They were indeed beautiful sheer nylon clad legs. But the big surprise was the blouse. Definitely not Laura Ashley: more Dior black hiding – not very successfully – a. “Easy as pie, but I need to examine you before we can do that. Have you been using protection?”“Um ... no. It was somewhat unexpected.”“How many times?” he asked.“Uh ... that’s kind of hard to say,” she said.“Well, once is all it takes. I need a urine sample and then I’ll do your physical.”“A urine sample?”“I need to do a pregnancy test before we talk about the pill.”“But I’m not pregnant,” she said.“When was your last period?” he asked.She thought. She frowned.“So much has been going on, what. That was no casual smile and the wink as pronounced. A few moments later and she stood right next to me. “Your coffee,” she said, extending her arm, cup in hand. No wedding band. I smiled. “What type of sweetener would you like?” she asked. “Just put your finger in it,” I teased. “Sugar, or artificial?” she replied. “Sugar is fine,” I replied. She reached into her apron and pulled out two small packets of sugar and handed them to me. I could smell the light scent of her fresh perfume. .