” I point to the dresser across the room, watching his eyes grow bigger. “Mo Chroiu, I-I don’t know what to say. Are you sure about this? I kno... how you feel about…..” I stop him, placing a single finger over his lips. “I’m sure, Master. I want this. I’ve even grown to really like what I have been doing, so this has to be hot, right? And if I don’t like it, we won’t do it again.” “You’re so perfect, pet. You’re wonderful for trying this for me, for us. I love you.” “I love you, Master, more. "Just between us, is Clara's clam tighter than mine?" she asked, momentarily playing the coquette. "You can tell me the truth. My husband used to joke in front of his friends that I was his 'loosy goosy', which he found hilarious and I found extremely hurtful." Each quim has its' own unique charm," I countered. "As I'm sure is part of your teaching here at the college, 'Every woman has a part of Aphrodite within her,' but it is incumbent on her and her alone to make a proper use of it. You must. Now she is a friend who seems interested in my work and has been trying to learn about Latin manuscripts. She has helped me sometimes with the manuscripts in English. Her understanding of the English ones is nearly as good as mine. Although she studied Latin she says that she cannot read miniscule or cursive Latin.“Looks like gibberish to me,” she said. “It isn’t, Margaret, but it is very difficult to read…”“Even for you? Surely you can read any manuscript, Tony?”“I might be able to read this. I could, with time and effort, demonstrate to her that I was, indeed, the 76-year-old man I had claimed was my absent grandfather. Having convinced her of the truth of that assertion, I would then discuss with her all of the terrible implications. It would be very much like a young man's having to tell his fiancé that he had acquired some awful disease that was near-certain to limit his lifespan to something far shorter than the two of them might otherwise have expected.And even setting aside.