It wasn’t that I didn’t like Suganya, I did. She was kind of kooky. She was Swathi’s favorite relative and one she hadn’t seen since our weddi...g.Suganya was a high school art teacher. She said that she liked teaching, Suganya had been active as a painter, sculptor, photographer and tapestry maker. I know that she’d sold several pieces over the years, but she seemed to prefer doing what she liked and not needing to support her art by selling it. I admired that. Suganya was certainly intelligent,. ." Just curious. And now that I'm thinking about it, I remember your session last month, you know the one? When you accidentally bumped into my 4-o'clock, David? I mean, I actually saw you flinch. Did you know that?" What are you getting at?" I guess I'm just wondering if there's a reason."Jane thought for a very long time. "No," she said finally, "no reason." Well, okay," Dr. Susan said, completely unconvinced. "I guess we can talk about it later. In the meantime, I've uploaded another podcast. Thanks.Wayne went to the Rathskellar after classes to relax, have a beer or two, listen to the music, and maybe even read a book. The college bar was a warren of rooms and alcoves furnished in rustic brick and stained wood throughout.While the bar was standing room only in the front where the band was blasting away at 110db, in the back there was plenty of room to stretch out and relax. The music was relatively distant and quiet in the rear of the bar.Wayne found one of the back rooms. Initially the evening was supposed to entail having a few gentlemen round (at the same time) but for one reason or another it turned out that only ‘nipples’ could make it (still well worth the lippy). Anyway, he turned up, with wine (good man) and looked even more nervous than the first time bless him. I think this was largely due to the fact that we were not alone, and the idea of an audience can be rather daunting. So me being the gracious host (not) I decided to ease the tension and.