What's our status?"You waited for some time, hoping that an answer would ease your mind. However, nothing came.Perhaps he hadn't heard you."Captain. T...is is Agent Markis. Is everything alright on your end?"Again, nothing occurred. The alarm continued to flood your senses as you awaited some sort of sign. But nothing came.That is until you went to speak into it one last time.A howling screech interrupted your speech, piercing deep into your mind as if it were right next to you. Your brain didn't. What I liked was her friendliness and joking attitude. After we had agreed on 20,000 lire for a "sucky fucky" she was happy. It was only about 12-13 dollars in 1978.She stripped her clothes off fast, this was really the case of time is money, and money is time. She wore sandals, a gray skirt, a white pullover top and beneath, vey practical white panties and a white bra, all placed quickly on one of the chairs. She stood nude before me with her hands on ample hips. Describing her, Maria was. "Tell me young man," she said keenly, "Have you got a girl in trouble?" Er...no mom," I replied. "It's more of a personal health thing." Go on then," she said relaxing a little and starting up her knitting again. "Don't be shy." Er...well its about my...er," I hesitated, "... private parts," I said squirmingly, and in a low tone."About what?" she said loudly."Well, it's about my testicles" I said not looking at her but the carpet in front of the sofa.She stopped knitting again."Go on" she said,. But it’s not appropriate for you to write poetry for a teacher that could be construed by the administration or the PTA as romantic.” Giving him a sincere but brief smile she said, “Personally Malcolm I loved the poem. But there will be no more of these. Do you understand?”Gathering papers on her desk to indicate that the interview was over she expected to see the disappointment on his face. But he kept his seat, his eyes gazing intently into hers. His expression was neither hangdog nor.