‘Hey, Tom! Wow that was some trick you managed in Doc P’s class today!’ Sheri smiled as she looked up at him. ‘I wish I could thank you enough...for that. I was so unprepared for an essay, I’m afraid I would have really blown my grade,’ she continued. I can think of a way that you could properly thank me for it… Tom thought lustfully. As Sheri continued to talk about how she needed a good grade to keep her scholarship intact, Tom noticed her face becoming flushed. Sheri took him by the hand,. A) cut her hair and change her lifestyleb) move back home with her incorrigible widowed dadc) move to Toronto (OK, New York) and become a fashion photographerd) try women for a while (OK, sorry, Hallmark would never)d) burn her little black book and dedicate helself to the nursing home Christmas showBut this Christmas is about to become a disaster becausea) the pre-teen son of her sister has a huge holiday crushb) she’s developing a dependency on sleeping pillsc) she’s met two perfect guys who. “Turned you on, didn't it?” she remarked. “Yes,” I replied, “Kind of like the same thing you’ve done.” “Yeah right,” Rebecca replied. I placed my hand on her bare knee. Rebecca took in a deep breath and exhaled, looking straight ahead, and out the window. I rubbed my hand back and forth on her thigh. She continued to stare silently out the window, her hands resting on my desk beside her. I slipped my finger to the inside of her thigh and again, she took in a deep breath and exhaled. I rolled. As a result, good food, fine drink, and sparkling company, we weren’t really paying much attention to the time or what was going on around us. It must have been around 8:00 or 8:30 when we came in, and after the food and maybe three beers it was around 10:30 or 11:00 when we noticed the music had gotten pretty loud, the crowd had grown and the place was getting pretty rowdy. What brought us to the present was a tall husky man, looking like a real cowboy, standing beside Helen and asking her.