" Of course, Master. Come with me Joan of Arc. Your chance of a lifetime has come." The Chef laughed as he led Carrie off to the rear of the huge hous... where the kitchen was located.Once in his domain, the Chef effortlessly lifted the plump girl onto his solid butcher-block table. He curtly said to her. "Joan of Arc, raise your arms and spread you legs wide. I will be shaving all the hair from your body." Yes Sir." Carrie smiled and eagerly cooperated. She knew she was being prepared to give. I responded with, "Anything, really" and as he retreated into the kitchen to mix some Jack Black and Cokes, he encouraged me to make myself comfortable. While his wife sat on the couch, I chose the lounge chair by the window. Before long he returned with the drinks, and asked what type of music I enjoyed. Again my answer was, "Anything, really," and he mentioned Led Zeppelin. "Yes, that'll work," I responded, and he placed Led Zeppelin III on the turntable. I sparked up a doobie and we. When we got to my place, he opened my door for me again and escorted me to the house. My heart was going about a mile a minute and I knew I was about to make a huge blunder and say, ‘come on up and stay the night with me.’ But just as we got to the door he said, “I’m sorry the night has to end so early, Deb. I have to work. We’re on a case and I can’t be late.”“Yeah,” I said. “Cops start their days in the morning, don’t they?” I almost screamed. I shouldn’t have said that! He said that to Peg. “Not many people did well on this test, so to help everyone who wants help, I opened up extra office hours. Come see me after class to make an appointment.”I should go, I tell myself. —————— At the end of the class, I find myself making my way to the professor.“How can I help you?” he asks without looking up from whatever he is doing.“I would like to make an appointment,” I respond. He looks up immediately after he hears me.“Well, I’m free during lunch, unless you have something to do.” “No,.