”I smiled, “First of all, you are not a woman, but a treacherous Voguel bitch. Second, be lucky I showed any semblance of control, as I could have...snapped your thin little neck if I wanted to. However, you present a fountain of knowledge that needs to be tapped and that is what is keeping you alive.”I saw her visibly pale a bit, though she did not let any fear show on her features. Instead, she continued to give off a mask of arrogance.“You are going to answer my questions,” I said with a. To be fair, though, Jessica Cortez was always a little playful and warm with me, far more than with most students of either sex. This, though, made it clear that I wasn’t just the teacher’s pet anymore. I was a man who she desired very much.I had very mixed feelings about the extent to which everyone seemed to ogle me in class. I felt rather flattered, of course, but at the same time, I wondered if this was the new normal, and if so, what would I do if ever needed to keep a low profile for some. I whistled. “You look great again.”“Would you walk with me, Gerald?”“Gladly.” I had stood when she walked in the room. She took my hand and we walked outside. We walked in the bright sunshine enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of us apparently knew anyone in the complex and didn’t worry about that.Rachel said, “Gerald, I get the sense that Beth’s presence disturbed you?”“Yes, it did. Our relationship was short, though intense. She was starting to come to church and then left for a two-week. Okay?" Okay. Ready?" Yeah. On three, and don't chicken out this time!" Me? Who chickened out last time, Jenny?" On three ... One ... Two..." Three!" the two fourteen-year-olds said together. The basement suddenly became very quiet, until I heard my daughter giggle nervously."It looks really big," Jennifer whispered. "Does it hurt?" No," my son replied. "You got a little hair now, huh?" Do you like it?" she asked. "It doesn't look funny?" Uh-uh," her brother replied. "You've got a pretty pussy.".