“Same as.”O tempora. o mores. Which, if you’ve let your classic Greek lapse, means, “Holy fuck.”By Thursday night, Greek leftovers had lost ...heir appeal. I said, “Let’s burn some ganja.”“Deal.”To steel myself for my Monday departure, the start of my search for Dixie Wexler, I stripped and made myself slump in front of Matt’s full-length bathroom mirror.Top to bottom ... a 50-year old woman, mouse-brown hair, streaked with gray. Life lines, deep life lines around my eyes. Deeper lines. I pinched my perky tits a couple of times to make my nipples erect and I was ready. I came down the stairs to offer myself to twelve, now naked, men. They were hooting and whistling as I put on my biggest smile and walked into the center of the room. I raised my arms, gave a little wiggle and said Well boys, you like my outfit. I hope you all get the message. FUCK ME! Now youll have to understand, there is a lot I cant remember as twelve men ravished me over the next twelve hours. A lot of what. “We’ll get to that, but first I want to make some rules.” Uh oh, I thought, making rules sounds like things wouldn’t get to be as fun as I’d hoped. “I just want to do this right, make it as fun as possible, and keep it going for a long time.” Well, that sounded ok.I responded, “Ok, that makes sense. What kind of rules have you thought of?”“First, we tell absolutely no one what we’re doing and what we do together. I need to know that everything stays between us.”“Ok, I agree, I would never. Green’s query?’ The class loosened a little with the half-ass attempt to get them to open up, but there was still silence. Somebody shuffled in the back. ‘Alright, you. What do you think? This is English…there are no right or wrong answers. That is what separates us from the Math Department.’ Will straightened his back, and cleared his lungs, ‘English can make you cry, make you laugh, make you think, make you believe, it can make dreams, it can destroy anyone or anything. Diction and syntax are.