You know, the talking head degree. We don't have tothink about what we're saying. We just read it off the teleprompter,"Morgan said.I laughed, which b...oke up the argument."Tell me, have I ever kissed my new girlfriend?" I asked."Not in the traditional sense" Morgan said."Why don't I sit over on my bed and you two can get acquainted?" Chrisasked.Morgan responded to the suggestion by jumping on top of me, driving medown on the bed. "Let's start slow" she said, and then kissed me.I kissed her. The calendar between the door to the bathroom and the door to the hallway, which was ajar, still read May. She paused to change it.A gust of cool, dry air crept in through the cracked door. Brittany shuddered. Goosebumps coursed up her spine. She glanced out into the dark hallway, pausing for a moment, and then went about flipping the page to read June.Turning away from the calendar, Brittany strolled to the computer, rising to her tiptoes and bending over the back of the chair. She closed out. She didn't dress as Mulder. In fact, she wasn't dressed at all. Lena,on the other hand, made a reasonable Scully. She had a red wig, a darksuit and a fake FBI badge clipped to her lapel and a fake cellphone shekept holding up to her ear. Some older people made her and server Waldopose for photos together, which was cool. They didn't ask to includeme, which was even cooler. Then, Tamara walked in, dressed like the Bride of Frankenstein.Lightning bolt streaks in her hair, and this tight,. I’d never really thought about it before but, you know, you’re right. I don’t ever remember any discussion of love in my classes. Just family, companionship, marriage as social contract, that kind of thing.’ Maggie paused, sensing something deeper at work, but she opted to keep quiet for now. ‘I’d never really questioned it, I guess.’ ‘Maybe the best way to ease you into this is to let you read some of my notes, the fragments I’ve written so far. And maybe you can look at some of the texts I.