. I wondered ... Um.”When she didn’t continue, I asked, “Wondered what?” A moment later, I asked again, “Wondered what, Amelia?”“It’s ...mbarrassing.”“Not between us, it isn’t. It can’t be.”She glanced at me and looked away. “Would you let me watch, sometime?”“Yes.”She turned her head quickly and stared. “Really?”“Sure. Why not?”“Wouldn’t you be embarrassed?” she asked, surprised.“Why would I be embarrassed doing something that’s natural?”“But, in front of me?”I grinned at her. “Amelia, if you. My initial fear was being in so far over my head I would never be able to keep up. But within a week I had completely adapted and was being thrilled by the challenge.That week was also the first in the last four years when I hadn’t had sex. Even if I had the opportunity, I was too distracted by the new demands of Johns Hopkins to give it any thought. In a way it was a sabbatical from a regimen which had previously entertained and exercised me. I hadn’t realized the changes in my mind and body.. ”“And you never saw your husband again?”She turned to look at me out of the corner of her eye. “Yes, of course I did. He visited me once or twice a month. He always got me for the night ... but he never stayed for more than about an hour.”“Even recently?” I asked, surprised. “After he was remarried?”She grunted a soundless laugh. “What’s THAT got to do with anything? Yes ... of course. It’s always been that way. He came to feel superior ... to feel dominant. He came to let me know that he could. Sure, she had no breasts, but there were plenty of girls her ages that were still flat chested.But there was not one single girl in her middle school that was as short. For the last two years of school, she had to sit in the front row just so the teacher could see her when she raised her hand.Well she was tired of it, tired of hearing "don't worry you'll get your growth spurt". She had read the whole "Here a Geas." over the weekend. Then she had gone back and reread it. She had burned up a.