Within a couple of years I was a leading authority on internet security, at least in my small part of the planet. I kept my consulting business small ...nough that I could handle everything myself. I had a small, but dedicated, client base that I looked after very well. About this time, I was approached by the college about maybe running night classes for adults who wanted to learn about computers, just the basics for email, internet surfing and the like. The pay wouldn’t be much, classes would. She doesn'twear a nametag - none of the employees at this Panera do - so I don'tknow what to call her. I'm pretty sure she told me her name at one point,but I was too busy staring at her to actually hear her.I'd ask her out, but then we'd live in a world where she most likelyrejected me, instead of a world full of possibility where she hasn'trejected me yet. I make no delusions about the fact that she'd totallyreject me. She's so far out of my league we're not even playing the samesport. At last… wading back in, three swimming strokes, wading out on the other side. More rustling — towelling? Dressing? A zip pocket being opened on a day-pack, and closed again? He waited in vain for the sounds of hiking boots being put back on. No! Naked footsteps round the pool, coming his way! The barefoot sounds stopped beside him, cloth rustled as someone sat down, or knelt down, close beside him. He stayed with his pretence of sleep, kept his breathing slow and even. He really didn’t want to. .. Steven is in Ms. Wilson's class in Room 104. That is just ahead on the left sir. If you would like you can go in the rear door of that room and quietly observe the class until the bell." Thank you. I think I will do that", I said and walked up to the rear door of 104. I really didn't want to meet little Steven's teacher today since I knew this Ms. Wilson in an entirely different way from only a few weeks ago. Yet there seemed little alternative but to do as the desk attendant had suggested.