Progress is still a little stutter-step, there’s no structure at all in the way I’m teaching him—hell, I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m no...teacher by either trade or inclination—and we bounce around way too much, But he’s getting the basics of English, even syntax and verb tenses and all, and we’re increasingly able to have real conversations even while he keeps drinking me in with every glance.The other times, it made me self-conscious and uncomfortable to have a guy look at me like that.. It was after midnight. He grabbed his white terrycloth robe from the closet, tying it loosely as he stomped angrily down the hall to the door. After opening it he was surprised in finding Alexis looking perturbed and utterly amazing. The motorcycle jacket hung loosely on one shoulder when a simple shrug allowed it to fall to the floor in a heap. She kicked it, sending it sliding across the floor on its metal buttons. After sniffing the air she said in rapid-fire, ‘She’s still here. Was she. Well, that’s what your ass gets for bringing it up. Nothing good ever comes from that conversation.”“Actually, she was the one who brought it up.”Linda slapped her chest and jutted her neck back so quick, her hoops and curly afro bounced.“Yeah.” I nodded and ground my molars.“Jon, I am so sorry. That’s some backhanded, vile shit, though. How could she say that?”“Who knows? Planting seeds to end things, maybe?”My boss stepped from behind her desk and leaned back on the front of it. Her hips. She would hang back a long ways so that the woman wouldn’t see her, but with earbuds in and her focus on the jog, Cynthia never even looked back.During those jogs, the woman often stopped in a small park a mile or so from her house to stretch and drink water from the fountain, sometimes strolling around the pond covered in lily pads and, occasionally, a handful of white or brown birds. Lanying usually snuck into the trees and watched her blonde neighbor silently, sometimes taking pictures of.