Or four.”“Mr. W. B. I always admire a sense of humor during the discussion stage, which is where we are currently residing.”“Do not think that...discussing the discussion will keep Tiny away for long. Do not think that.”“There is no need to entertain any thoughts re: Tiny. Tiny is no part of the arithmetic of your problem.”“So, this new news, which I am yet to hear, is now my problem.? Have I chessed through what you are telling me to arrive at, you are telling me I have a problem?”“Well, W. B.,. The satisfaction I felt when they did not fit me...I remember it well.Dry and dressed, I moved downstairs carefully, still assuming my currentphysicality was as transitory and fragile as my own sanity. It was in my kitchen that I first met Harry Slazenger."Well, Hello there, Miss!" he said, his smile as bright as the jacket of hissuit. He told me his name and passed me a business card. I didn't read it  I never do."Hi?" I replied, naturally concerned about his presence in my kitchen... this. You know what I mean?" I am not so sure about that. Maybe we can find out?" Yes, I want to find out." Do you think you have been a bad girl?" Yes, I was a bit bad. I couldn't help it!"Again I use my bamboo. A little harder this time. I can see a light swelling on your butt. Intensely red. Shining almost. Like it's boiling inside. I notice a light stream of tears running down your cheek, and I immediately kiss your tears away. Feel the salty taste of the warm tears. You lean your head towards me. " "Ha, I know. It's been years since writing a college paper. I've heard this guy is a real douchebag. He never gives out A's." Oh, great. Nervously, I put my pencil in my mouth, a bad habit established in high school. I am usually a straight-A student, and I don't like to feel pressured. Jack stands up and loudly says, "Alright, kids, simmer down!" Uh, who are you to tell us to simmer down? Lame-o, you're our peer in here. This is not old man business 101. "My name is Professor Jack Lasion. I.