Because of that I always did no more than thirty at a time taking the greatest care possible. All told I managed to get 120 diplomas signed that morni...g, mixing other work between signings. I was deep into paperwork when my cell rang. I knew it would be Toni. ‘Hi, how’s your morning been?’ (Dreadful…just like every other morning. How about yours?) ‘It would have been better if some parents hadn’t come in with some baseless complaint. I had to spend an hour just wasting time. Oh, I guess it’s no. For the most part, they’ve been twelvewonderful years. The last six months, however; I’veseen a change in Linda. She’s been very irritableand, instead of me being able to let off a littlesteam after work, I have to listen to her bitch aboutsomething or another. Another area we’ve been having a problem in is thebedroom. I’ve always tried hard to keep our love lifespontaneous and exciting. It seems lately though,nothing seems to please Linda. She has not been inthe. How can this happen to me? I’m an adult, 23, brought up in a good family, well educated, a responsible position, and here I am entertaining thoughts, the likes of which no one should feel much less want to act on, and I am having flashes of Fran making passionate love to me. As she pulls away, she asks, “Do you have your composure back, my pet?” Now far too lost in her kiss, feeling enchanted beyond my capacity to object, hypnotized by her eyes, I softly reply, “Yes...mistress...I’m fine now.”. Red and Emily were drinking wine and sharing stories or maybe comparing notes when the sound of Char’s voice got everyone’s attention. A slightly tipsy Red rhymed, “Come on in, the wine is fine, your husband is done, we hope you don’t mind!” More giggling ensued as who Char had been used every way possible staggered in. She looked used and added a little of her own humor, “Good thing, I’m pretty fucking tired myself. All those other fuckers are asleep,” Char continued, “The score is Char four.