They came on aweekly basis, more often, sometimes.He stood up and walked over to a small door set in the south wall of theOval Office, barely noticeab...e next to a bookcase and half-hidden by acurtain. He opened the door and walked through, carefully closing itbehind him. He turned the small knob that locked it."The Nap Room," he called it. It was a small room, probably a closetoriginally; no furnishings except a lamp on a small dark wood bedtable,a rack for his jacket and tie, and a _very. . screw, I'm afraid the evidence points other wise." She said.I stepped right into her path. "Mom, I don't lie and I don't fuck. That's what I said a long time ago and I thought you trusted me to keep my word, even though it's really none of your business, anymore. I realize if I get pregnant it is your business. Goddamn it, PLEASE TRUST ME, and my judgment. That stain ran out of me alright, IT RAN OUT OF MY MOUTH, if you must know." I said intending to shock her. By the look on her face, she. Using my experience of reading stories to the village youngsters, I told the girl the story of my life. I told her about all my humiliations and failures and how I’d ended up unmarried, careerless and mucking out pig pens. The girl’s sobbing stopped and I thought I heard her snigger a couple of times.I risked shuffling closer to the girl until I was less than a yard away, then I explained my purpose in the forest that day, and Matra Glandira’s baffling instruction to think like a healer. I. He had thanked me for collecting his keys and then calmly strolled to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. I was angry with him and wanted him to at least just acknowledge that I was trying to get him to fuck me even if he told me he wouldn’t. Strangely it turned me on and made me want him even more, I was so used to wrapping guys around my finger and knowing I could have them do what I wanted, maybe that is why it is bothering me so much, maybe that’s why today I’m going to such.