I can’t stop touching you, holding your hand or pulling you to me for another kiss. When we finally get to my car, we are smiling so big our faces ...re beginning to get sore, but we couldn’t stop if we tried. As we pull out into traffic, I realize we’ve barely said two words to each other. We’ve been far too busy staring at each other and kissing. Since it’s a bit dangerous to kiss me while I’m driving in downtown Dallas, we settle for holding hands and talking about your trip, my schoolwork,. Then everything changed and the pulse, if that’s what you would call it, came from across the street.That old man who stood on the wooden box seemed to shake himself, like you would if you stood too still, for too long. He lifted his old raggedy arm and seemed to point to the sky for just a split second. Then everything happened at once.Almost before it started, it was over.Brian thought he must have been knocked out because when he came to, he was in a meadow near a stream.None of it made. But I suppose I’m a biologist, though I’m far less into flora as opposed to fauna. I’m sure you’ve taught other parts of art history than British landscapists.” I turned to the waiter. “Two glasses of Roselea chardonnay, if the bar has any.”“I’ll ask, sir.”“Very efficient. Yes, I’ve taught a number of things. Pretty much everything flat from van Eyck to Ryder. Western Europe, the US. But no sculpture or architecture.”“Etchings, drawings, watercolours, oils. On paper, parchment, cloth, canvas,. I was about 8 and I was having a lot more of those feelings when I wanted to take my pants down and touch myself and I often put my finger into my vagina. One day I did it and it felt great and just kept rubbing my finger in to me. I thought I was going to have an orgasm but I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to do anything that Daddy and Mommy wouldn’t like – I had complete trust in them to tell me when I should do anything like that. I wanted to know and ask them first if it was alright for me.