It was strange, her awe-filled eyes on his chest, fingers gently tracing his muscles. He never really put much thought into his looks, but he did care...for his body, for he showed a lot off during meets. But now, being with this woman, he found that acceptance is comforting, even if it wasn’t exactly what he was looking for. Camille licked her lips again, and he felt an urge to kiss her. With a simple movement of his hips, aided with a supporting arm, he flipped her over on the bed, put his. . she was like Denise! Like those women on T.V. that stormed the Frat house hunting for men! She was just the type of woman that Todd was trying to avoid! Was she? Even now, she seemed so rational, so... normal. She hadn't acted anything like the... the others... Could there be some legitimate, medical reason for her to have so much milk? He was sure she had no children. Hmm... there was only one way to be sure; would she let him leave? Six months ago, a man could enter a woman's apartment. Maybe it’s just an English major. I’m second year. I love literature but I don’t get the whole ‘English’ thing anyway. I have no intention of ever reading Beowulf again, least of all from a scholarly perspective. They don’t like to mention the stupid thing was basically made famous like in the 1930s, so it had zero influence on actual British Literature. Or that ‘Old English’ is a completely different language. They’ll sit around in the 400-levels chanting that Germanic crap or that Middle. Bethany and I quickly made arrangements for me to call at her house – which turned out to be no more than five minutes walk from my own – the following evening and once home again I had to keep pinching myself to reassure me that I wasn’t actually dreaming. Bethany’s place was a good deal more imposing than my own little cottage, but had obviously been built during the same period, a double fronted, two-storied stone house, with neatly tended front garden and several interesting statues and.