“Are you attracted to me?” She asked abruptly. “No!” I blurted out quickly, too quickly. “I mean, you’re extremely beautiful and impressiv... and attractive and your eyes are really amazing, but, I mean, that would be weird if I…” I faltered off as she stood up and walked over to me. She was six inches from me, almost touching me, and all of a sudden I was having trouble breathing. Then her body was centimeters from mine and I could sense the electricity passing between us as if it were something. She, with much surprises, apologizes, but her hand never quite finishes the effort to leave its new purchase (Quite alright, for an understanding man like me, wink wink.)I am helping her dry her hair now. We are weaving in and around each other, becoming quite tangled in each other’s limbs, torsos, beach towel, and smiles.I take a chance, impulsively darting bravely forward, and steal a kiss. She lets the kiss linger. Our eyes open before each other and the chemistry, lightning bolt,. Still, one could see her bare calves and lower arms, which were so perfectly shaped that one could imagine, as I did, that she was perfect all over. She had modest breasts, and when she wore a jacket over her blouse, one could not detect any sign of them. Her face was so pretty, so lovely, yet one could discern strength in it. She knew what teaching was all about, and she was devoted to her job, her profession. Miss Foster did not tolerate any disorder or horse play in her classroom. Usually. Her breathing slowed and he could feel her fit herself into his chest to be more comfortable and although he kissed her hair behind her ear softly, he was not sure if she was asleep or in a dream like daze. He just rocked gently and thought of the joys of this plain old rocker. She had liked it the first time she saw it. It was in a shed where it had been stored after his grandparents had died. It was so plain that no one else in the family had coveted it and it had begun to show the signs of.