“Bathroom there, bedroom there.”“I said show me around,” Aster repeated, almost irritatedly.I flung the bedroom door open and gestured for her...to cross the threshold. She sat on the bed and patted it for me to follow. I sat next to her.“Console me,” she said, leaning towards me, so I put my arm around her shoulder, unsure of how far I was being invited to go.“God, you’re not very good at this, are you?” she complained humorously, putting her face in front of mine and looking into my eyes. Those. When a customer in need was calling, it was almost as impossible for me to turn him down as it would have been to grow a third thumb. Which I had never managed to, although it might have been helpful from time to time. So I was already on my way to help him. Okay, maybe I was a little too indulgent at the time.The problem was that Megan surely wouldn’t be pleased to learn that I was about to ruin yet another evening. My plumbing business ate up too much of my time I should have spent with her.. In class we got our first essays back and I was disappointed to see aC+ on it. I had worked hard on the piece. There was also a note at thebottom "Andrea please see me after class, DM".After class I went up to Professor Missisca and we talked a bit. Shecomplimented my writing but said I had a lot of work to do. Then shesuggested I come in about an hour early on Thursday and we could goover the piece I just handed in. Another student joined us and wecontinued talking for a little while and I. Finally, she said, “You can never say anything to anyone about this conversation. Promise?”“Yes,” Karen responded, “absolutely.”“I didn’t.” was the short answer.“You mean you are still dealing with it?” Karen said confused.“I mean, I am sleeping with my son.” Pam said with hesitation. “For about two weeks now, all we have done every evening is get in bed and fuck.”“Oh, shit,” said Karen, leaning back in her seat. “I thought you had overcome the urge and talked yourself out of it. What.