' I can't compete with you!" She stared at the ground sadly.Suzanne said, "Balderdash! True, I used to get more attention, but that's because of how I...dressed and how you dressed. People thought you were a fuddy-duddy because you dressed in fuddy-duddy clothes. Now, things are changing; you're turning into a sexy fashion queen. Just look at how your son can't keep his eyes off you, or his hands and lips off you!"Susan grinned shyly just a little bit. "Well, that's true, I guess." Sure it is!. Instead, before his eyes she'd changed into some sort of vixen. "So, it's put up or fail is it? How naive do you think I am?" With that she slammed a tape recorder down on his desk."I recorded it all, what are you going to do about it?"Professor Hermann smiled nervously. "Do you really think the Dean will believe you? You're failing, you have motive to lie."She pressed play on the tape recorder and he heard, in his own voice, the proposition he'd just made. "The Dean won't be able to deny my. "Can I have a little privacy, here?" she laughed and shooed me into the bathroom. "Get the water ready, young man!"I dragged my eyes away and soon the steam was rolling from the shower stall. I waited in the rising steam, writing my name on the glass over and over until the door opened and the lower half of my mom appeared.The triangle of hair was dark and curly and I could see the split between her legs through the soft curls.This was the ritual when we were going to an opera or another event. Spockrates." "Ah!" piped Alaric. "A pleasure to meet you Dr. Spockrates... uh... may you live long and prosper!" The aforementioned venerable gentleman appeared rather startled at young Alaric's effusiveness, but smiled gently enough at the young lad. "Why, thank you, young man," he said. "We are here to serve." "Good!" said Alaric. "I'll take a cheeseburger and a coke." His parents and the good doctor tactfully ignored this audacious anachronism on the part of the author and, instead,.