"Sorry ...you lost me ..." she said."Frank ...lunch ...you giving your blessing" I continued.She truly looked baffled ...I told her what happened ...h...w he induced me into going to lunch with him ...what happened in the cab ...and that I am not interested in his affection."So how did it feel ...him rubbing you up I mean ..." she asked ...her devilish eyes flickering with excitement."Not funny ...this is serious ...but if you have to know ...still wet as hell down there ..." pointing at my own. " OK," the warden replied. "I'll let you in."The outer door opened with a click, and I walked in. Moments later I wasknocking on dad's door, only to be greeted with silence."No answer?" I turned to see the warden, a man in his thirties, strollingdown the corridor towards me. "Here, I'll open it for you." He unlockedthe door with his master key. "There you go," he said, and sauntered off.I pushed the door open, and stepped in. "Dad?" I called out, softly. ThenI heard a sudden movement from the. She'd never miss them, she had hundreds and added several more each week or so it seemed. A visit to some relatives, provided the opportunity to go through 12 year old cousin Kathy's, laundry basket. There I found an orange sleeveless top that was several sizes too small and only barely covered my chest but I thought would be just the ticket to complete the ensemble. When my parents would leave for the evening I'd strip naked, skinny on the shorts, the tight top and the shoes. A little bit of. "But you had so much fun last week! We all did! And you remember what it felt like to look in the mirror - it'll be nice, like a dream," Cassandra wheedled."But I can't even remember what I did!" the professor yelled."That just means that whatever happened isn't your fault, and that you're not responsible for those actions. And look how much fun the others are having!"The professor glanced over toward the center of the room, not realizing that Cassandra had turned the mirror to face her before.