I smile and reply "thank you" feeling my cheeks begin to blush. She looked puzzled for a second but then proceeded to spread her legs slightly placing...a hand on her crotch. I tilted my head as she caught my interest. "Like what you see?" she teasingly said as she closed her legs around her hand. "Of course I do, you're incredible" I gush, she started to blush rolling her eyes again "oh stop it" she replied. She then leant towards the camera and smiled "you're way too over dressed for this, take. .. you... told me not to”, she said quietly and in a bit of a sultry voice. Weird... I didn’t mean for her to not get dressed while I was out. 20 minutes seemed like plenty of time for her to run into her room between checking on me. I looked at the clock, it had only been 45 minutes since I arrived. It wasn’t quite 10pm. Somehow it seemed like it had been hours. “Did the bleeding stop?” I asked still a bit unsettled from being unconscious.“Yes! And it looks... well look for yourself”, she said. I’m paying international fees to attend Carleton University in the city of Ottawa because I consider it a damn fine school. Education matters to this Haitian-American, thank you very much. So much for the stereotype of Black men not caring about their education. My father, Leonel Acier earned his Master’s degree in Sociology from Brandeis University. He now teaches at Boston’s very own Saint Patrick Academy. My mother Jeanne Etienne Acier earned her bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice from. I sat down on his lap. I put my arm around his neck. I didn't say a word."To what do I owe the pleasure?" You're my guy. I want to spend some time with you." But you're just sitting here." With you."He thought a moment, smiled, turned us from his computer and kissed me. I kissed him back. It lasted a few minutes."How about we go to bed early tonight? We could both use a good night's sleep."I smiled and got up from his lap."Lead the way, Dr. Goldberg. Your wish is my ... wish." I didn't know if.