The minute he saw her, he felt a quickening in his groin. In that split second, the entire 37 years of not knowing any better went down the drain. He ...ow knew there were other women out there, other women that made him crazy with desire. Well, specifically one young woman who was his student no less. He remembered he focused in on her legs, he couldn’t help it. She didn’t realize she had a nervous habit of crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her nervous tic only brought additional unnecessary. All of these emotions came crashing down on me each morning when I realized that Jack had not really been there. That it had all been a dream. Intellectually I knew what had been happening every night wasn't real, it was just that... it 'seemed' so real.The first night that it happened, had been a week after Jack died. Of course, we hadn't made love for the last 6 months of his life, he was just too sick. That first night I just chalked my dream up to a vivid imagination and my sadness mixed. I tried to blend in but as the only daughter of the celebrating couple, everyone seemed to want to talk to me. Aren’t your parents great? Isn’t your mother so beautiful? Isn’t your dad a sweetheart? How’s your brother? Didn’t they raise you so well? Aren’t you a wonderful young lady? Yes. Wonderful. I just got my goddamn ass fucked in the bathroom and every time I fake-laugh, I worry that cum might drip out of me. Bizarrely, I was grateful for the plug being there to stop it. But could it leak. .. fifteen?"How's your work going? Still playing around with bacteria and spinach?" Guilty as charged. And you? You're applying to college in the fall, right?" I'm EDing Harvard, mostly because my mom's a Radcliffe girl. She threw a fit when I didn't go to Sacred Heart for prep school, and I think she'll have a stroke if I bailed on Harvard too." Are you still CompSci?" No, that's why I agreed to Harvard. If I really wanted good computer theory, I'd have fought for Stanford or MIT." Not Cal.