Wally knew she really wanted to see the clearing, the one the film- group had used, so he lead her through the long grass, showed her the fallen tree,...pointed out the branch the older woman had hung from and the tree he had watched from, she looked around for the missing pages of the script, but found just one, soggy and unreadably blurred. Then they went home. The old dog seen to, and wet clothes shed, his damp gun dried and oiled, they sat to drink tea once more. By mutual agreement they. I had never done something like this before. I was one that liked to enter a relationship slowly and cautiously. Well I was done with the morning ritual and it was time to head to work. I liked to get there a ½ hour before everyone else, so I could ease into the day. The morning started off pretty normal. I sat at my desk and was thinking of calling her; I needed to speak with her. Just before lunch Mary my secretary told me that Gina from Boston was on the line. We went. “Also good for your back..”the other said. His hand went up her back, under her sweat-shirt, and under her t-shirt. She knew that it was happening. And as usual, there was nothing she could do. She managed a weak smile. She was getting short of breath. It had to be pheromones, somehow she must have begun to emit a different kind of pheromones that only men could detect. “And your abs, too..” There were 2 hands under her shirts now one front and one in the back. She clutched the handles firmer.. "Oh," I said, distressed. At a loss for words, I asked, inanely, "Nice apartment?" "Not bad." "Yeah, because, you see, I want to live off campus next year," I babbled. "But I don't know what the places are like here." "Well ... would you like to see my place?" he asked. "Give you an idea?" Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded. He was on the third floor. It was a one bedroom apartment, clean but cluttered with books and papers. He walked into the middle of the main room and gestured like a.