What she was going to tell her she could not think. The truth was not in the realm of possibility, but maybe she could tell her a version of the truth... What version that would be she did not know, but she stripped off her clothes and jumped into a cool shower to try to clear her head and refresh her body. She was uncertain of how long she had been sitting in her comfortable chair, but she was startled to hear the doorbell ring. She looked at her watch and saw that about an hour had passed. What. Me & Paul were both the same age & Stephen Pauls Brother 20 years old seven yrs our senior.Me and Paul had both got our bikes and we had decided to go to the brook to catch sticklebackswe had Jam Jars with strng handles and fishing nets, My mom had packed us up a picknick lunch,it wasn't far to the brook but it was still like a little adventure, it was about a mile and a half and then down the country lane to the bridge where we would then leave our bikes and jump over the brook and continue. He thanked her and strode back out to his car.He drove out Bixley heading east, wondering what was at 8101. He crossed 80th Street and he realized where it was. The big sign on the south side of the street said, "Bixley University". She was in one of the small recital rooms in the Carver Hall, the music department's building. He smiled. They had both graduated from Bixley and she was still teaching there part time.He parked in the visitors lot and carried his rose to Carver Hall. The main door. He has his own tube of lubrication in his desk just for the occasions when I am available.I was sure to have several more encounters during the day and it had the feel of a very good day. “Good morning, sir. How was your evening?”Mr. C looked up, smiled that knowing smile as he recognized the signs of my body and the flushed tone of my chest, neck, and face, not to mention the smile on my face. He leaned back and gazed. I raised up on the toes of my high heels and dropped down to jiggle my.