. .. I’m Tania by the way.” She said and held out her right hand to me. How was it we were only introducing ourselves at this late stage.“How do...you do Tania, I’m John.” I said as I shook her hand, “Now Tania what are we going to do?” I asked her.She bit her lip and looked up at me, “Do you mind if I use your telephone?” She said, “I’ve got a number I can call.”I smiled at her and lifted her off from my lap and placed her on the floor, she took my hand as I led her over to my, only, phone. She. Or maybe it's because I knew what I was about to read. I began reading. "Such are the days that shall be! but What are the deeds of today, In the days of the years we dwell in, That wear our lives away? Why, then, and for what we are waiting?" Heather rolled onto her side and looked up at me. Her foot stroked up and down my leg. With one hand she removed her sunglasses, while her other hand moved to my crotch. Cupping and then gently squeezing. I put the book to one side and lay down. If this kept up, Tide was going to make us family of the year. Or I was going to have to start wearing rubber underwear. (At that time of my life, the only people who wore rubber underwear were the very young and very old. It was a perfectly innocent thought.)I looked in the mirror above my dresser. I wasn't as red as I'd been in the hallway a few minutes ago. I combed my hair, then eased the door open and looked both ways down the hallway. It was empty, so I quietly made my way into Les's. In the throes of my anguish I asked, “Are you okay Marcia?” After a chest-deflating sigh she sniveled a few times before the damn burst. Sobbing, her body shuddering on mine as she whimpered, she moaned, “It just isn’t fair Toby! Why couldn’t I have been just a normal girl?”In the midst of my urgent need it dawned on me that—to Marcia—I had become like a Vestal Virgin in ancient Rome to whom the ruling class entrusted their deepest secrets. I didn’t know it at the time that the sun would rise.