. "You're gonna need a shower." YES YES YES "Alan, where the hell are your towels? Give your sister a towel. And soap. And shampoo." I'm out of shampo.... That's why we're going to the store..." I've got plenty of shampoo. She can use mine." I said. "Alright. That's real nice o' you, Sam. Honey, we'll be back in a coupla hour or thereabouts."I went back to my room, in search of my suddenly all-important "OK Dad." bottle of Selsun Blue. After a moment of tearing the room apart, I found it. Under. Devouring her skin,revelling in her cries, my lips traveled further down the neckline of her shirt, until the light cotton was in my mouth and I pulled back to rip the shirt off. She let out a little cyr, and grew quieter again, sobs still racking her body. From abover I stared down at the tiny white breasts that I had exposed. Round and perfect, they were just an a-cup the with the tiniest pink nipples dotting the center. As if in a trance, I leaned forward to take the pink tip into my mouth,. He smiled again and my heart melted. He replied that he was a traveling lecturer and that he gave the same classes to rich ladies and each lady paid him two hundred dollars each week to teach them. He said that he taught five classes in the daytime each week and each class averaged about forty women. I couldn’t do that without a pencil and paper and even then I wasn’t sure I could do it. He said that he taught pro bono, whatever that meant, at our school each week and deducted his time as. That fact is heartbreakingly true. He loves someone else and a future together is something that could never be achieved no matter how much effort is put forth. I fully grasp the reasoning to which I cannot have the man I want and I understand that he wishes to have someone else for his wife but I keep finding myself unable to let go, despite knowing full well that I need to lock his memory away for my sanity. I find myself refusing any advances of romance or love. Despising them, even. I have.