“How are you?” “Oh fine”, she shrugged. “And your Dad?” He’s fine too” she replied. Hell, I thought , it’s like drawing teeth.” St...ll, best to come straight out with it. “Listen, Leanne, I’ve been thinking about you. I wondered if you would be interested in helping out in a little project I’ve started.” She looked at me, a bit blankly, and said “what kind of project?”. “Well”, I replied, it’s basically a club for people to go to have sex. For fun. And stretch their sexual boundaries. That sort. .. I was just stupid!" It was just a misunderstanding," Sandra said. "I don't think we need to talk about it any longer. It's behind us and I think it is better to let it rest!" So, you aren't mad for her doing that to you?" Of course not! I can't stay mad on a person, who has realized that she did something wrong. So, when she apologized to me, I accepted her apology." I must say, that's very grownup of you!" I wouldn't say that, many grownups can't even act like that!" Sandra said with a. But, he didn’t want to talk about any of that, and he never had. By the time he’d gotten to college, he had a pretty clear idea of what people—mostly, women—thought of him. He was attractive. He knew this, didn’t hesitate to use that fact to his advantage, but most of the women he hooked up with, they all knew what they were getting into when they came after him. He’d never pretended to be some kind of Prince Charming and past history had shown him that he wasn’t exactly cut out to be. Mason."The next day Steven transferred into basic art, and was immediately boredby the whole class. Mr. Mason sat him at the back of the room where hefound himself daydreaming, anticipating the lunch hour when he would gettogether with the other cheerleaders. Steven wasn't allowed to eat much,as the girls were helping him develop a more respectable figure.Actually, he never got to eat lunch, but he usually got dessert when theywould steal away to a special janitorial closet that Mr. Jones let.