My full name is Rockwell Simpson Kirkwood.”“I love you, Rockwell,” she giggled. “Mine is Ronda Juliet Dubois. My parents are both French and I...spent a lot of time in Paris when I was young.”Our drinks were soon gone, but I wasn't in a rush to make love to Ronda. I wanted to take my time and renew what we had before. It was like we both knew what the other was thinking. We met at the center of the couch. Our lips found each others', and our kiss was deep. The tip of my tongue found hers. Gently. "Oh," she said, as though suddenly remembering their agreement. "You were going to give me some wine." She smiled radiantly, happy again."And talk," her father reminded her. "I'm your psychologist, remember?"Carol Ann nodded enthusiastically. But then she frowned. "You won't tell Mom?" Tell Mom what?" What we talk about." I don't betray confidences, Carol Ann. First rule of doctor-patient relationships." Not even Mom?" she pressed."Especially not your mom," he assured her. "Now what do you want. . but that wasn’t far down the line. There was something nice about the mistake.“Mrs. Wilson,” McKayla murmured to herself. She liked that.“How was work today, darlin’?”“It was good...” Theo said, sliding into his chair. For the first two weeks, he’d spent a few minutes each night trying to convince McKayla to go back, that she couldn’t throw away her career for good sex.“I’m not, sweetie-pie” she’d playfully whispered in his ear. “I’d never do that...”Her tongue had briefly explored his ear. "I started giggling. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop. It grew and grew until I heard him start to laugh at me on the other end. After a couple of minutes I got myself under control and wiped my eyes."I take it you'd be OK with that?" He was still chuckling."Yes," I squeaked. I didn't trust myself to stay more than that without starting up again. I took deep breaths to try and keep control of myself."I hope to find out before Monday when classes start, but I'll definitely know by then.".