Let it wait. It was hard to see how he could be any happier than he already was.He could not stop thinking about the incredible experience, to the poi...t where he spaced out in class, or dropped sentences with his classmates in the middle of study sessions.He even ran into Tiffany at lunch again one day. She stared at him for a moment before recognition dawned. “Say, aren’t you the guy who—”“Thank you so much for introducing me to Manjula!” he boomed, warmly shaking her hand, then boldly kissing. Are we clear?” I guess we are. I texted back: Like Windex. ***** At 2 p.m. sharp, I rang the doorbell. She lived in one of those older houses that had once been the elegant home of some faculty member or administrator back in the ‘20s or ‘30s, a big house with large rooms and high ceilings that had been carved up by some later owner into a bunch of smaller apartments and single rooms, and rented to students. It may have been a beautiful place once, but from the outside it sure looked like a. Take off your jeans."She quickly unzipped her pants and stepped out of them."Lay across my lap, young lady."She moved to the sofa and awkwardly draped herself across his thighs. If humiliation was part of his plan, it was succeeding. She felt like a naughty eight-year-old. She felt him pushing her panties down, exposing her bottom to his view. Even though she had been totally naked in front of him last night, this more intimate disrobing was even more embarrassing. But at the same time, it was. This was truly a strange day. Mrs. Turner wanted to ball him so badly she was willing to impose on her friend, the Mayor’s wife, no less, for an empty bed to commit the adulterous act. Ethan didn’t mind having sex with another man’s wife, nor did he mind that she wanted to involve yet another married woman. It was just that he felt silly about the pretense of it all.He could hear them talking in the small room just off the foyer. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he knew what they.