" Stand up and look at yourself in the mirror. Here, let me help you."She took my arm and my hand and helped me to my feet. "Hey, I look good, don't I..." You'd look much better with makeup and a wig. Let me get them for youand you can surprise Kimberly tonight." Before I could protest, Bettyhad me sitting again and was working on my makeup. First the powder,then the blush, then mascara and eye shadow, then my favorite, thelipstick. She affixed the wig to my head by pinning it to my hair withhair. ’ The jealousy scampered throughout his thoughts, fighting to get out in more than a tone of dislike. ‘Your brother needs no protection.’ She turned, frowning at him expressively. ‘Unless it’s from you.’ ‘Or you.’ He picked up the bottle he’d discarded earlier. ‘You were the one who told him Fiachna was his son, not me.’ She turned back to the window. ‘If you had the choice of a drunken pirate prince or a rich married king to name as the father of your child, who would you choose?’ ‘I. There wasn't much socializing in our department and very few women to choose from. I did teach plenty of good-looking undergrads in organic chem lab. Sexual harassment wasn't a big deal back then, but I valued my reputation as a strict disciplinarian. My students knew I wouldn't tolerate cheating, falsification of data or even sloppy lab notebooks. How could I even ask one to dinner?It wouldn't have been hard. They were almost all pre-med and would do anything to get a grade. I once got a note. I stopped walking and started seriously thinking thru this one. Oh my god could it be this? I couldn’t resist sequencing all things happened to me in past few weeks.Started asking myself logical questions to myself. Started thinking what ever happened from Day 1, Swathi started ultra-modern dressing, asking me marks, sitting closer to me, Rajesh not bothered, hugged me a day in name of cultural support, etc etc etc. First time I started feeling something artificially happening around me. What.