And this semester Mrs. Conners was getting tough. Well, tougher. She was docking points for every "uh," "ah," or other unnecessary pause.I stepped int... the office. Melissa Bates, a senior I knew to say hi to, was standing behind the counter, buffing her nails and reading a magazine. Mr. Reed was sitting on the extra desk, chatting with Mrs. Hatcher. I walked up to the counter. "Hi, folks." Tony, you have a phone call," Mrs. Hatcher said. I raised an eyebrow. "It's Mr. Hollowell at the middle. I said zip it,"the man said much more forceful."Can I help you?" Dave asked."Yes, we just want a quick car wash," said the man, as Carol had movedback behind him.Dave took their money and told them to get into the car, it will basicallyrun itself.Once back inside the car the man, Carl, seemed to have calmed down a bit."I love you Carol but I feel like you really nag me over this issue. Iwish you could see it my way, not that I would ever want you to smoke, butat least be able to stop nagging me. It was a bit moist.There was a half-bottle. I fetched two glasses and poured. "To us!" To us."I picked up her free hand and kissed it. "I love you very much. Don't be afraid." I'm not afraid. Just uneasy." She put down her empty glass. We sat on the divan. I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. She threw her arms around me and squeezed. I reached out with my hand and softly brushed her lip. I ran my hand down to her chin and then to the back of the neck along her hairline. I kissed her very. 'Do you think he is lining me up for you too', I asked his roommate, who nearly choked on his beer at the thought. 'You're different', he countered, 'way too intelligent and beautiful', he continued and flustered, implying the girl he brought home that night was overweight, ugly and desperate.I laughed at his compliment to me, then asked him if he would mind if I shared the room for sex, 'What would you think of me then', I asked him?'Wish it was me between your legs', he replied, his voice.