.. he's my lawyer, I guess."I stepped forward and offered my hand. "Pleased to meet you," I said in the time-honored tradition. She shook my hand firm...y, looking at me closely as she did. Her eyes were slate-gray, and she had soft chestnut hair cut short. She was in good shape and the lines around her eyes put her somewhere on my side of thirty. She was wearing a summer dress that showed a tan and lithe body, and carrying a small shopping bag."Charmed," she replied dryly. "I gather I have you. ”“Something Clarissa and I discussed, along with building on a foundation of bedrock, not sand.”“Until this is resolved, I want you to add the daily psalter readings to your prayers, and I want you to keep the Hours, adjusting for times when you are in class. I’m also going to give you a strict fasting rule - one full meal a day, according to the strictest Lenten rule, with whatever you need in the way of nuts, berries, or greens to ensure you are able to complete your studies. Nothing but. My father owned a building supply business, so I had grown up with men who didn’t give a shit about smelling like roses. Upon meeting Kyle he embraced us all warmly and my parents took to him instantly. Kyle was very touchy-feely and constantly hugged everyone. What threw me during his entire visit was the way he caressed my back as we stood around chatting, with his fingers virtually pulsating on my back. Everyone knew I was gay, but this did not seem to trouble Kyle at all.On the first night. Jenny smiled at Robert. “It’s been lovely chatting with you but I don’t want to monopolize your attention. I’ll catch you again in a bit.”Robert observed Jenny flitting around the room, with Lara in tow, as they interacted with the other partygoers. Jenny would periodically return to talk to him, however.“So, Robert, what do you usually do on weekends?”“Not much. I study, I read, I play computer games. Sometimes, I help my mum with her lesson plans. She’s a primary school teacher.”“Oh, you must.