I had to sit down. She saw my reaction and presumed it was just because of the tattoo. She said, "Daddy, are you ok? Please don't be mad: it's just a ...attoo and I really like it." I said, "No, I'm not mad about the tattoo. I'm not mad at you at all." She asked, "Then what's wrong?"I realized she had no idea that I was 'Spiderman' and I thought it would definitely be better to not tell her. But I had to come up with a reason for my reaction and I had to do it fast. I just started talking, "I. Right to her lap.“Which one?” he asked without looking down.“The… the… the one… this one…” she tried to say, tapping her notebook with the pencil. She had escaped his almost-kiss before. She could feel him getting closer again. And that hand was on her inner thigh now. “Reg—Reggie,” she was trying to say.“Mm?” he asked, his head cocking to the side, reaching into her space, closer to her face, getting into position for a kiss.Her hands were still planted on the table, her pencil in one hand.She. We had several days still, but I liked to have it all done and practiced at least a few days before the presentation so that we were all comfortable and looked like this was no big deal to us.When I did look down at my watch, I realized that it was ten after five and I hadn't heard from Angela. I hoped that meant that she had done better today and hadn't had any problems. I thought about calling her when my phone started vibrating. I excused myself and stepped outside to answer it."Hello?" I. My mind flashed back to my one brief glimpse of her. Short hair, just off her shoulders. And freckles! Lot of freckles, especially on her scrunched-up nose as she squinted. Gosh, she's cute!I led Chanah home, sealed the door and satisfied myself with the security display for a moment, and then led her to one of the comfortable reading chairs in the library. I set the lights very low and then sat nearby. "Okay. Try removing the hood now."Chanah nodded and pulled off the hood. I could dimly see.