You fell behind in college. You learned what you needed to know by yourself. But you needed to know a fraction of a semester’s work. To follow that ...escription, I’d need to have taken -- and remember after decades -- entire college courses I never touched.”“Anyway, PDE is a course different from Diffy Cue. And, if I were interested, I’m sure that there is a continuation of each somewhere in the University catalog.”“‘Of books and the making of books, there is no end.’”“Well the number of courses. Finch taking good care of you? ... He is? Every time? ... He’s strong. He’ll survive. But I’ve got to run now. I’ll be in touch. Bye.”Jake walked back into the kitchen.“Would you do me a favor, beautiful?”Carol jumped up, her breasts bobbing.“Anything for you, Jake.”Jake pulled a roll of wrapping paper out of the entryway closet and scissors and tape from a drawer. He got an empty garment box from Ellen’s room.Are you good at wrapping presents?Sure.Take this stuff into my room. There is a dress. It was a bad outfit for doing construction, but at least she wore the steel toe work boots we had picked out for her on Friday night.The first cut was a disaster as I struggled to keep the chainsaw steady through the log. Later cuts were much better. The planks would form the floor of the cabin, and later more would form the roof.When the first log was finished, we stacked the heavy planks to dry. It was hard work, but Prisha seemed so happy. It was always a chore trying to convince my friends. She remembered asking if this was all there was to sex and he'd said no. There was more, he'd told her, but they weren't prepared and he didn't want her to get pregnant. They'd heard voices outside of the cave just then, so they'd dressed hurriedly and headed back to the picnic.The whole time she was sitting there remembering that day, she was dimly aware of the throbbing in her crotch. When she'd finished her reverie she was aware of the wetness in her crotch. She straddled the log she was.