Really interesting.Several of my classmates had jumped onto the notion of using literature. One wanted to write about 20th century black poets in the ...S. He named Langston Hughes and quoted "Dreams"Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.Another wanted to look at Central America in the Napoleonic period as reflected in the first Hornblower novel."Hey! Are you all literati?" No,. His car was there along with Karen's and of course Scott's was gone. “Damn, it's his car. Shit. Dammit Lee. She's fucking married. Now what the hell do I do?” I asked myself. I was rather emotional at that point. I didn't want to do anything on impulse. So I called Jack to see if he could talk me down. I dialled and he answered right away. “What is it sweetheart?” Jack asked. “His car is here. I don't think I actually believed it until right now. What should I do Jack? I can't just walk away. " Said the woman with a smile.I found a few things I liked, I kept looking while I decided and spotted a small statue, a small bronze sculpture of a naked woman. It was beautiful. I picked it up and went to ask the lady about it but it felt strange in my hand, almost like it had a low level electric current running through it but it felt good. I knew I had to have it."How much would this be if I bought the paperweight too please Ma'am?" I asked, holding both things in my hands."Oh, I don't. She studied it for a moment, exclaiming “Wow! It looks so BIG (I could have kissed her). Is that really ‘cause of me??” I was a little embarrassed and intimidated that my formerly private part was getting scrutinized like a bug under a microscope. I nodded yes then began telling her how sorry I was, that I wasn’t doing it on purpose, it had a mind of its own, and it was just too much listening to the talk about her and Tess while having to look at her all naked and sexy. I got up, my pants.