”“Well, what are you doing here?”“Um, selling candy.”“Bullshit, I do not see a clipboard. Also, I sure as hell do not see any girl-scout c...okies.”“Well, I actually am part of the girl scouts, but I’m not selling those types of cookies today.”Puzzled, I asked:“Okay, then, what ‘types’ are you selling?”Then, she hands me her lolly-pop and said:“Here, hold this.”Suddenly, she took her shirt off and un-hooked her bra, and what I saw were a really nice and shapely pair of small breasts for a young. I never needed one." Then, since I had to know, "How do you know?About me?" Oh! Like I said, I always knew about your dressing up, but Marilyn wasat the camera shop when you walked by, and of course she knew who youwere right away, but she said that you looked simply delicious and cuteas all get out! Now then, since you don't have any dresses at all whydon't the two of us do some shopping tomorrow? We can get you a fewthings that you need, like a couple of nice dresses. Okay?" But why? Why are. But as their were only four other male lecturers on the staff, all of who were happily married and rather elderly the situation rarely arose.Mrs. Gladys Riddick the Senior Lecturer was a very bitter woman, she was commonly known as "Randy" for no other reason than it sounded right in relation to her name. She was a divorcee, her husband having decamped one dark night with his secretary to parts unknown; having decided that being married to a constant moaner was more than he could stand.She was. I’m doing fine,” I said.“Traci, I know I’ve been acting like an ass, but despite everything that’s happened between us, I want you to know I still care about you and just wanted to tell you to let me know if you need anything,” he said.I began to cry.“Traci, Traci? You alright?”“Yes, yes, Mike, I’m fine, just glad to know we can still be friends.” “Alright . . . I need to go, but stay in touch and call if you need me,” Michael said again before ending the call.It was good to know that I could.