On the one hand, they were experiencing pillow talk, speaking softly to each other, while lying intimately together in bed. But on the other hand, the...conversation assumed the tone of a mother dictating rules and standards of behavior to her son."Well, as you know, quite a lot of energy goes into the production of semen by your body. It takes a lot of energy for your testicles to produce the millions of sperm you produce on a daily basis. And the food you eat is a part of the energy your body. I want to be in the Phi Theta Kappa and I need one more recommendation and the teacher who I was going to ask is sick so you are the last person I want to ask.” She bit the last part out angry to have to ask him for help at all. He had absently listening until the words sank in. He jumped out of his chair and slammed his hands on the desk. “What do you mean you're going to a university out of town! You're just going to leave me!” “I'm not your wife Mr. Wright, you are my teacher who has just. ”“Sure. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Are you in trouble?”“My mother is disgusted with me. We had a fight and she asked me to leave.”I wondered what her and her mother had fought about. I figured it had to be something that was terrible. I’d wait to see if she’d explain. She seemed happy and not to distressed.Once she was in the car, she played with her hair and sang along with the radio. She was beautiful and had the nicest smile. She reminded me of Laura the girl who consumed. We'd had great sex through a long afternoon in front of the fire in the library, and Margaret had withdrawn to her bedroom. She often did this, temporary solitude seemed to revitalise her, and sometimes, when we were, so to speak run in, the evenings developed a special intensity. Normally I enjoyed these times of quiet reflection, but today my mood darkened when I was left alone, and instead of looking forwards, my thoughts travelled back.I wandered the edges of the library, the tiles nearly.