Inside, the lights were on.The apartment was elegant. Above us, there hung a lamp with a complex, twisting shape and clear, delicate bulbs. Their ligh... shone over white walls and a hardwood floor. The walls were bare, except for a single piece of abstract art that hung along the hall. It was blue, mostly.She set down her purse on a small glass table against the wall. On the table was a glass bowl full of mail. She took out the mail, sorted through it quickly, then tossed her keys into the same. As I was thinking about how to approach the subject the bell rang, bringing me out of my trance. I sat there in my office waiting for Beth. About 15 minutes after the bell Beth walked into my office. She apologized for being late saying something about getting caught up in her last class. She took a seat on the chair directly opposite from me. I liked to be able to talk face to face with my students so my desk was not in between us. I decided to dive right in, hoping she would not start crying. Men were elbowing each other, grinning and joking as they eyed the women. ?I hope I get that one,? said one older man, as he pointed to Liesel. The fat, pinkish-white woman was just his ?thing?.?Not for me, man?I want that little China girl,? his mate said, pointing to Lisa who looked helpless and very vulnerable trussed up like a chicken ready for the oven. ?Look at that sweet pussy?..hmmmm,? he said licking his lips.Owiti made the decision as to who could pick from the bowl in what order. . Can you take a turn talking for a little while now? Please?" "Sure, my story's pretty simple. Several years after the ex left, my son moved away. And I'm not very good at keeping in touch. I've got a few good friends that I see from time to time when they need a hand. I get a small disability pension and my needs are modest. I probably shouldn't say this but I grow a little pot too." She laughed again but this time it was a gentle relaxed laugh. It made me glad that I'd mentioned.