It means that he thinks I'm good looking."I felt my face get hot as the blood rushed to it. My head buzzed and I had no idea what to say. "You really ...adn't ought to say things like that to a strange man," I finally told her. "The wrong person just might take it upon himself to, er, well..." My voice trailed off as I tried to think of a gentlemanly way to say what was on my mind."You mean, he just might try to fuck my little ole' brains right out of my empty head?" she asked me ever so sweet in. “It’s OK, Ma. I will continue to eat a few more eggs. I feel tired in the evenings when I wake up after my afternoon nap these days. So I will have a few eggs in the evening,” I said. She did not reply.On the third afternoon, she seems to have come to a decision. She came into my room as usual. But just about five minutes after I had gone in. I had pulled down my shorts and just lay down on the bed nude when I heard the click. I immediately closed my eyes.She slowly closed the door and gently. It was by all measures, a standard high school senior year.My decision to go to a large public university was in very many ways a chance for me to blend in and perhaps recapture even a small part of what I had. I wanted to experiment again and was motivated when I arrived on campus. That didn’t exactly work out as I planned. Freshman year was a drunken blur and sophomore year was a giant party. Trust me, good times were had but nothing along the lines of what I had experienced in high school.. Judge Slaughter was preparing for the lecture circuit in the courts down season. He was beginning to slow down some. When he was younger he spent all his time off on the bay crabbing and fishing. With his dry sense of humor and his knack for storytelling, he would be great on the lecture tour.The judge must have been preparing for awhile and with help. He had a laptop with a PowerPoint that Marcy helped him set up to run. He called it, "What If and Why Not". I would have loved to sit through.