I still felt uncomfortable with the situation but I'd passed the point of no return.I told her how to hold it and watched in amazement as her young sl...nder fingers moved up and down my shaft. I explained the little refinements her inexperience needed and soon was just leaning back enjoying this unusual but extremely pleasurable experience. I couldn't remember the last time someone else had held me like this without either progressing or with me returning the favour.Fifteen minutes later,. Time seemed to stand still. I was keenly aware of the people around us watching us watching each other. The sounds of the crowded train station seemed distant, almost mute, masked by the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. My focus was entirely on this strange young woman, this childlike rebel who appealed to something deep within me. A gradual smile upturned the corners of her unpainted mouth. Slowly, she stepped forward, then bent downward, the teddy bear still clutched to her chest, her. She worked hard and we saw a lot of each other over the following months. The two of us became very close on an intellectual level and, although it was clear to both of us that there was an unspoken subtext to our relationship, we somehow managed to keep things academic. She didn’t make it to Cornell or Columbia but, fortunately for me, she was accepted at a college close to home and we were able to keep in touch. Early in her first semester I visited her at her dorm. Her lithe, girlish form. As I settled into my routine others started to arrive. Most people just nodded as they passed, and were barely civil until they had at least one cup of coffee in them and today was no exception. I found myself glancing at the door wondering when he was going to come in. The time passed with me making the copies for the day and taking messages. I had a stack of messages for him, mail and a report I printed marked “Urgent”. I gathered all of these together, switched the phone to voicemail, and.