She watched it for about fifteen minutes and then turned off the set. It was a dull picture. About a young girl who falls in love with her tutor, an o...der, gray-haired man. Silly story.Karen just stared at the blank TV screen as she sat on the couch daydreaming. She found herself thinking about Professor Wells. She giggled as she placed him and herself in the movie which she had just been watching. Actually it wasn't so ridiculous. He was rather handsome and distinguished. He had a certain. " she said noncommittally. "Ok, sure, yeah, well let him know I stopped by will you? Duh, I guess the coffee will make it obvious, huh?" He joked. "Yep." Sara laughed dismissively as she was already back to messing with her phone."Sure thing." The rest of the day slipped by before he had a chance to do anything else, and before he knew it he was back at home, in bed, sleeping restlessly. Tuesday was no better. The morning meeting melded into lunch meetings into afternoon meetings. The day was. The memory rippling through her. Her fingers squeezed at Ryan’s chest. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. “God - I thought I’d die.” Her head tilted back.Then her eyes opened again. “But my aunt?” She lifted her hands up, slapped them back down again. The action making the bed rock. She leaned forward, her long red hair falling across her face. “Damn it why do you have to - to - ugh I hate you!” She slapped his chest again. Her thighs squeezed around his legs. The soft skin of her. Paul, or Sharon his wife, were almost constantly with her, or at least, never very far away, to try and reassure her.Sharon had recently finished her Healthy Eating cookery book, and had had to go back to New York to meet with her publishers. She'd taken their son, eleven year old Alexander, but Harleigh was too terrified of New York, so she and Paul had stayed at home.That evening they'd had a quiet evening in, before Harleigh had gone to bed about nine pm. About one and a half hours later,.