As my Dad was getting ready to leave he turned to me and asked, “So do I get to meet this girl? I should really thank her for helping out my one and...only child.”“I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment. I don’t want to force too much on one day. I mean if I were to introduce you too her it might give her the wrong impression. Like I’m trying to introduce her to the parents in a relationship that might not even be there.”“I see. So you’d like to court her slowly. Nice thinking.” my dad. I spin with queasy drunkennessAs I confess lewd acts.I shout outside my window, "We're AllFictionmaniacs!" William Shakespeare wore a corset.Charles Dickens a ballgown.Dostoyevsky a ballerina:A dancing, bearded clown.Lipstick on Mister Hemmingway.Nabokov a teen temptress.Mark Twain in a prairie bonnet.Poe a girl, all Gothic.Gabriel Garcia Marquez shouts:"Great Bards and Wormly Hacks,You're welcome to submit and joinThe Fictionmaniacs!"At midnight, manly maidensConsecrate the great taboo.In. That night. Divegaar is a very small town and gets errily quiet at 8 p.m.- we reached our rooms and I went over theirs.Manali (name changed) was dressed in a white nighty but had a robe covering her, I had brought some scented oils and liquids which I always carry with me as part of my job, I began massaging Rakesh, in the middle of it he got up and persuaded Manali to try only the back massage- so she changed into wearing a white laced bra and panty, I was outside while she changed, Rakesh. And still...the thoughts, once planted, took root, and there was nothing I could do about it. On this day I had begun looking at Lisa in a different way, and I could see no way to change that. All I could do was to try and act normally, and hope that these aberrant feelings would fade with time.***The next day, I went to visit with my next-door neighbor, Harry. Harry's daughter, Jane, was in Lisa's class, and I'd met Harry during one of those open house nights at the girls' school. We'd become.