I suppose I couldn’t blame them, it was a show any teenager could enjoy.Watching Mrs. Walson gather together her cleaning supplies, I knew the show ...as ending, but continued to watch as long as possible. I followed her across the living room until she disappeared from sight before I noticed, because of the wide angle view through the binoculars, her bedroom curtains were not tightly drawn together. I adjusted the view of the binoculars bringing her bedroom window into closer view and waited. “Are you a complete idiot?”“No.” I was injured. “Why?”“I don’t want to eat. I want to kiss you some more!”“Oh.” That rope was back, pulling tight again.We edged our way toward the doors, thinking there might be someone from the morals squad there to prevent kids from leaving early to go make out. There wasn’t.When we got to the car, things were just a tiny bit strained. I forgot to open her door, but she did it automatically. Then, she put the back of her head on the head rest and sort of. It smells quite nice to me." Then prove it or I'll snatch my foot away. Hold my sneaker to your face and let me hear you sniff my stinky foot scent deep into your lungs. Do this and you may continue."Her tone had become quite authoritative now. She was issuing the final test of his apparent servitude. If he did this, she knew she had him in the power of her feet. Without comment he obeyed her. His face disappeared deeply into her well-worn sneaker. He held it firmly to his nose and mouth and. Yesterday one of the highlights was just a walk in the park and sitting near a small waterfall, talking about some of the little things, trying to get to know each other a little better.Linda is a registered nurse. She had spent the early part of her career either in a clinic or an emergency room, but most recently had been working with a group of mentally challenged adults. Working with the patients was okay and had rewarding moments, but she kept having problems with the director and other.