Fifteen minutes later, Jason was admitted to Dean Malcomb's office by a cute young receptionist.Dean Malcomb rose and stuck out his hand to Jason. Aft...r shaking hands the Dean spoke. "Have a seat, Jason. I want to discuss something with you. First, how are you doing in your new position as our Lab Supervisor?" I'm doing well, Dean Malcomb. I am getting on well with the scheduling, and the paperwork is getting easier as I get used to it."Dean Malcomb hesitated for a few seconds, then continued.. They knew me better than I thought. Grant was right. I’d just been going through the motions. My friends and family have their own lives to live. I didn’t need people feeling bad for me. They shouldn’t have to worry about my life all of the time. Pity was not my thing. Self-loathing on my own maybe, but I didn’t need people to feel sorry for me, let alone offer me their wives. This had to be coming from somewhere, but I couldn’t do this right now with Grant.“I gotta go Grant. My therapy. ” I was pretty shocked at that so I was anxious to hear Jan’s reaction.“Is that it?”“That’s it.”“Okay. Let’s go in.”“Wait. I woke up in a panic after I dreamed that. It doesn’t bother you or anything?”“Welcome to parenthood, stud,” she said smiling and got out of the car.Well, I thought it was a big deal. Fortunately, it was ten or twelve years in the future. I hopped out and ran to catch up. Jan had rung the bell and was waiting anxiously.Jillian answered the door and asked, “Is everything. Both the t-shirts and blouses are ***********ed to display my nipples without the bras and to allow my breasts unrestricted movement.It is idyllic. I couldn’t imagine anything that could ruin it. That was my mistake. Superstitiously. It happened on an otherwise perfect day. One of those days you think is impossible not to be outside in it. Not too hot but hot enough. A slight breeze to be refreshing. Clear, sunny sky and clean, fresh air. It wasn’t enough to have the windows open in my.