Like a tiny cock, it stands erect. And you clutch me tighter. At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the centre of my world. I want to g...ve you pleasure. Your body speaks to me with a language as old as time. Your back arches as your body cries, “Yes, touch me there!” But a film of black silk separates us. The strap of your night gown invites me to slide it down your arm even further. As I do, you crook your arm and the impediment is removed. Your breast comes into full view in. ’ ‘A girlfriend? You’re seeing someone else?’ ‘No, there’s no other woman.’ I had the floor at this point, and asked my question. ‘What do you want from me, Gail? Just sex? Is that all you want?’ My question must have caught her by surprise, because her mouth hung open. I waited while she reflected on this. ‘I dunno, Mike. I thought you wanted it.’ ‘Well, now you know I won’t do it. So my question still stands. What do you want from me?’ ‘I want you to like me.’ ‘I do, I’ve already told you. It's no use to deny athletes and really smart kids get pushed through the education system with a liberal application of lubricant. I don't blame people. Teachers and administrators handle thousands of students during their careers; it must be rewarding to get your hands on someone who has a chance to be more than the local hardware store clerk. Girls go for athletes because there's not many measures of success in high school. But did they have to wait until their star basketball player almost. Don’t stay too late. Nothing is that important right now.” The General was smiling down at her. She though he had a bit of a twinkle in his eyes.“See you Monday, Sir.”Maggie watched thoughtfully as her boss headed down the hall. She could be done in thirty minutes or so, pick up Mike at Little Tykes Day Care and get home early enough to meet the bus bringing Carol home from school. Mrs. Jones had already said she was available to watch on this Saturday if needed and the time she didn’t have to.