Do you know if she and Jim have been, you know.” asked his mother, looking down at her clenched hands.“What?”“You know, do you think that they...have slept together?” His mother spat out the words like rancid milk.“I don’t know, how should I?” replied Mike, looking out the window.“Tell us the truth, Mike. This is very important.” she said, her voice quivering with emotion.“Honest, I don’t know. I know she really likes him. He seems OK to me. What’s happened?”“Nothing, we hope.” offered his. " Bingham," said the teacher, "what's a mogul?"The boy sniffed, licked his lips and smiled, now used to being called on first. "It's a bump on a hill, a snow covered hill." Very good. It's also a Mongolian and a locomotive. But for us, we who are studying the Progressive Era, what's a mogul?" A really big businessman, a leader, the boss," said the boy. "Rich and powerful man, never heard of a woman mogul, at least back then." Very good, me neither. I'll take that; do you think 'mogul' has faint. "And we may be able to organize some trips to visit your parents that will be easier than driving."Do you want to eat? I don't have a lot of food here, but I'd prefer to eat in, as I want to discuss some things that need privacy."As we munched on sandwiches in my kitchen, I raised the issue of plasm travel."Alice, I've been pretty cagy about the plasm thing." I've noticed. Is there some sort of initiation ceremony? Do I need to pledge to learn the 'inner secrets'?" Well, there is no formal. The class was great for toning my legs and bum, but, oh my god, it was boring. Not one hot guy! As I pedalled away imagining the calories melting from my body my eyes wandered to the glass window to my right where I could see and hear the regular gym guys grunting and sweating away working their heavy weights.My gaze stopped on one I hadn't seen before. He was around six feet tall with soft, short brown hair, well built with a sexy mouth and nice teeth and not too muscly. Just my type! At that.