" Grace stood up from the dining room table. The look she gave me was venomous. I could see the color on her cheeks and neck. I stood up myself, sayin... exactly what I was thinking, "You better think before you say anything to me, Grace. I'm not in any mood to get into an argument about what you think about what I just said to you. If you do decide you need to get into that with me, you're going to find yourself having to leave here, just as soon as Jane shows up."In the past, I'd always tried. But while reading the article I started to interpose myself in the quotes and comments to dismiss the theory, as far as I was concerned straight is straight. The author went into detail how she arrived at the conclusions in her article and made some pretty bold statements including “all women are turned on by watching lesbian porn”, “where did she get off on lumping me in with her stupid theories” I shouted. “Right” I thought I’ll disprove this one straight away, I’ll open up the laptop and. "There she went again. The mysterious language, the ambiguity in her words, made Richard wish for a long pull on the goblet of wine, which he took. With the warm fire, and the recent Drambouie helping, a little buzz relaxed him. He saw Sylvia smiling at him and wondered what she might know that he did not.Through the balance of the dinner the conversation was small talk—his courses, her books, the new art museum on campus. Richard found her intelligent and interesting.They finished the meal and. I don’t know where she got her ideas from, but it seemed this little 11 year old was giving me a private strip-tease! She turned from side to side, always keeping eye contact with me, then slowly drew her hands down and back, revealing her tiny mounds topped with strongly protruding nipples.I was in heaven! “Ok now don’t take your skirt off yet, take your panties off first”, she seemed a bit confused but did as I said, flicking the sides of her skirt up to hook her thumbs into her knickers and.