Which the more I thought, it made sense why she would flirt, make sexual jokes and the innuendos as it gave her a little excitement, just enough to f...el alive and wanted. As time went on, the flirting became more frequent and the innuendos more direct. I could tell she wanted to act on what we joke about but, needed a little push. I decided to take matters in my own hands see how close to the edge I could get her. I waited until we were alone after working waiting for the elevator we were both. Maybe I'm not so odd after all; Paul thought when he arrived at his dorm. Arthur Williams had already moved in and appeared to use a casket for a bed. Arthur didn't think he was a vampire, he was trying to be distinctive and he was succeeding. Arthur was short, skinny, with red hair and glasses just like Buddy Holly's. He had yet to decide on a major. Paul would give odds that it would be Theatre. Arthur had the room fairly neat, just the right balance for a dorm room, halfway between a pigpen. I was consumed by love, blind as Oedipus. The inevitable happened. She collided with another meteor. I got burned in the fall-out. All of which led me to a Norfolk beach on that dismal November morning. Once I was there, I couldn’t help wondering if I wouldn’t have been better off staying in London. Still, the dogs were enjoying themselves. I have a Siberian Husky called Trotsky and a Retriever called Magic, because he’s black. I don’t usually let Trotsky run free because he’s a bolshie sod. Her intentions were not to unload her problems on the young student in front of her but once she started could not stop. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to bore you to death with my problems." She leaned forward and put her face in her hands with her elbows on her knees.David rose from his seat and stepped behind the somber teacher. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. His thumbs started a slow massage on the back of her neck but he did not say anything allowing her time to.