He looked at me and nodded. I drove him back to his dorm. And stayed over. I fell asleep in his arms. No, we didn’t have sex. I was just letting him...know I was there for him. The next day, Johnson and I went to the Student Center and talked to the Dean of Students about Majandra’s out of control conduct. Like many men in relationships with abusive women, Johnson felt isolated and embarrassed. I told him to stand up to Majandra, and tell the truth about what she did to him. The dean listened as. Do you have any straws for her?"Martha pulled a bottle of water and a small bottle of Sunny D from the fridge."Yes, I do. They are in the Pringles can on the counter."Marie grabbed the Pringles can, and opened it. She saw it was almost full with straws from various fast food restaurants."Hey, that's a neat idea! Saves waste and the filling of the landfill." Yes, it sure does."Reaching over to the first pot of coffee, she pulled it out of the machine, filled the first carafe and poured the rest. Phil gave a mischievous grin and said in a happy almost sarcastic tone, "Did you think of any other ways to help me?" "What? With your problem?" knowing she hadn't even though of a way to get him off, "I guess I'm not much of a ther****t." "It is quite simple really, Freckles." He resumed his point. "If you want me to forget about everything, you need to give me something in return." The beautiful wife pouted, "What do you want Phil?" knowing she and her husband have little to offer she. The natural sway of your hips was riveting. I couldn’t help myself. I knew you were much, much younger than I. I smiled at my reaction. I thought to myself that you’d make some fellow very happy someday – and probably soon – you were so pretty and ripe for the picking. I shook my head and chuckled quietly at my own thoughts, looking down at my hands, splaying my fingers over the keys, ivory and ebony — like in that silly song. I was lost in thought for a minute. ‘I love your hands,’ I looked.