The jitters that I felt when knocking on his office door came back with a vengeance. When the door swung open, I was startled to see him out of his no...mal businesslike attire. He stood before me wearing a fitted maroon colour shirt with dark jeans that rode low on his hips. The annoyance was clear on his face. His brow was furrowed and eyes narrowed.“Ms. Walsh, do you recall what time I told you to be here?” He asked rhetorically. “Do you know what time it is?”“I’m really sorry Professor. The man bent down and saw Leroy. For the first time since the car had pulled up, he relaxed his stance and said, “Hello, Leroy. Didn’t know you were coming. We’d have welcomed you a little better than this.”Leroy asked, “Hello, Henry. What’s going on?”Shaking his head, Henry answered, “Let me move the car so that you can get down the street. It’s a little dangerous to be out here at the moment.”As Henry was about to leave, Ed grabbed the hand that had been resting on the car door. Henry looked. Sam took to the water like she was part mermaid. In two weeks Sam was swimming ten laps, and knew three different forms of swimming very well. After our morning swim one day I asked Sam what she wanted to do and learning to swim laps. Her first answer was, So I can do it with you Daddy. Then she said, Grandpa told me the youngest person to swim the English Channel was only fifteen. That gives me ten years to learn to swim that far, and then I will be the youngest person to swim the English. I have no judgment of the women not brave enough to do that. I'm really quite envious of them. No, I have a terrible problem with pride that leaves me with idle fingers and a lust that debases me even though no one can suspect it. Beneath my dignity, I will confess that I yearn and I am wet for human touch. I don't want the touch of someone who just met me and will fuck me and leave me in the morning. I know that a fumble will never satisfy the complicated and twisted tastes I have. I don't.