First of all, she's smart. She'll do well in college, especially if you volunteer to help her out with the difficult stuff. You were a teacher long en...ugh to value drive and ability at school. You also know the university from your work there, and could help her with some of the cultural problems she might run in to. She'd be very attentive to a 'school master'. It's in her background, in her culture. Secondly, I think she's good looking in a way that you would like. Here's her senior picture. Patrick sat there on the toilet in silence. I hoisted him to his feet by his underarms and lifted of his t-shirt. There I was staring at a pair of tiny pale freckled tits with the nipples erect. The t-shirt was pushed back down. "If you knew I was a girl you'd want more for twenty dollars. They all do. I don't sell my pussy. Sucking cock is nothing. It's not really sex." "What's your name really?" "Patricia," she said. "Are you going to burn me too?" "That really freaked me out," I said. I deleted it. It didn't bother me to hear that old argument. I knew how to write, maybe better than he did. Some people were hard-wired to dislike creativity or non-conformity, and felt it was their solemn duty to point out my errors. My harshest critics were other writers of erotica, something I didn't understand. They, of all people, should be more forgiving. Perhaps by denigrating my work it elevated theirs. That was fine. Their comments were given as much deliberation as my filing system. They knew what I was working on, and they new it’s potential. I didn’t think I’d get enough funding to try it anywhere, except in simulations.I went back to my simulator again, and finished the most recent simulation. Everything seemed to be working properly. The space/time Vortex opened, my simulated vehicle entered shiny and new only to exit a twisted wreck of hot metal. Despite appearances, I was pleased with it. It seemed to be about four degrees cooler this time, than last. Cheers, for.