Please, don't ask."Candice nodded, feeling that if she knew what Rick had done she wouldhate him, and because she felt like that she wanted to slap th... girl infront of her in the face. Would that help Rick now? She knew it wouldnot, she also knew that Rick was in a hell that would not change withher slap. He was.... For the most part a nice guy, a little creepy attimes, but a good person.They talked a little, Candice told him how to do things he did notunderstand and helped him get his mind. This was the last day of the semester, and he needed this grade badly!Cynthia instead was stunned. "Ten seconds? You will give him a zero for ten seconds?" she asked incredulously."Yes, I will. There are so many papers to grade; I have no problem rejecting one. And now you may go."Cynthia gasped. "You're using it as an excuse to have less work? Ten seconds? I can't believe it! You are unable to remember any name of any student you teach, you can't explain anything, and now you are trying to. He is a quick study; I can't imagine what was going through his head when I handed him the glass, intending he fill it for me. I tried to put my best hungry-slut show on for him. There, I said it: slut.That was when he tipped his hand to me. My husband of oh-so-many years is a voyeur. I never knew. He would condemn any show of anything even remotely sexy anywhere in the media; I didn't know what to do with the exhibitionist streak I'd been developing. I hear that porn has voyeuristic qualities. Of course she knew I didn't since my date got canceled. So she pitched a night of fun with friends and I was up for it. We meet at the mall in a bit, and she told me to pack stay over clothes. That surprised me, since knowing her dad, I never get the chance. But I did anyway. Maybe she had plans with a friend of hers. Jodi had that one friend who I didn't get a crack at, in part cause she was stuck up, and just getting out of a thing with a guy from Nebraska. So anyway we met up at the mall,.