” Mr. Bagwell said.“We actually know each other, sir. Old friends.”“Oh, old flame, I presume? You do know that fraternization is extremely fro...ned upon here, right?" He said.“Oh, yes, sir.”“Let’s cut to the chase. Your grades are impressive. Very impressive. You and my nephew went to school together. Just noticed that. Interesting. Your last job, as a paralegal, what happened?"“You know, sir, a lot of personal family things got in the way of my job at the time. Now I’m ready for this chapter,”. I had thought about doing it with the lights on, but my shyness getting the better of me, I had lit the candles to dim his view of my body, afraid that he would find the flaws.I sat down on the bed not sure what to do with myself and waited for his instructions. I was looking down at my hands, nervously studying them as if they were some strange and new thing I had never seen before. With the same efficient movements he had demonstrated while preparing his oil, he quickly placed a blindfold. I would ask you how you are doing, but your body is already giving me a pretty good clue,” he said as we returned to the bar.“Yeah, Dr. Wayne, I’m good.”“Glad to hear it, but you can drop the ‘Dr. Wayne’ crap. Call me Jason or Dr. Dick, if you prefer,” he said with a grin.“You got it, Dr. Dick,” I said laughing. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head. I looked around the room, clouded with marijuana smoke. It had been so long since I had smoked some and suddenly felt the desire to, but was. . . . . .As a young man I'd done my thesis on a tribal legend that had beensuggested in ancient Mayan culture. I was a graduate student inarcheology and anthropology. There was reputedly a long lost icon andstories of transformation. Several years later there was an icondiscovered that I thought was related to the legend. We'd only been married a year and I really was in love with her. Shewas fun, adventurous, smart and sexy as hell. I was in academia and shewas in real-estate law but it.