You have passed this test with flying colors." Said an elderly man with an old fashioned crew cut, an angular face, and an air of command."Funny. I do...'t seem to remember volunteering for a test." I said looking at Terry. He had the grace to look embarrassed."My name is Mr. Lauder. I work for the NSA, and we want you." He said confidently."How do you do, Mr. Lauder. I am Mr. Lindsy, and I already have a job, thanks anyway." I said politely. National Security Agency? Suddenly it made a lot more. " I replied, "But it's possible that I'll need some professional help later. However, I don't know if I could afford it or not." Look, every year I take on three to four students that seemingly need help. If the student proves to be hard working and his future in Psychology seems to be promising — I do it for free." How come? You probably have your own clinic and being the Dean must take up a lot of your time?" You'd be surprised how many students take up Psychology because they have their own. Pulling away, we were both breathing hard. ‘Jeanie, you’re hurt right now, I don’t want to take advantage of you.’ I tried to rationalize with her, but to no avail. Her attack on my senses was ferocious and even I wasn’t made of stone. Before she knew what was happening, I pushed her to her back and climbed on top. I must admit I loved the view from both positions. Taking her lips in a hungry kiss, I tried to map out the interior of her mouth with the sole power of my tongue. My hands didn’t. After sometime we all just gave up and the group started pushing on me to talk to the girls on John’s behalf. Having had a few beers and quite tipsy, I said why not.So like an idiot I grab my beer and start walking towards the girl – she is sitting on the other side of the bar, I think in a pink dress and looks up to me walking towards her and with a grin on my face. The closer I get to her, despite my drunkenness she starts to look a bit odd.There is something strange about her and I can’t.