What was it? Something about her eyes... A'moth smiled at me as she pressed her fingers into my pulse. "Like this, I can read you very well. You are u...attached... no children... that's good... smart... you had an interesting life... only came to Chile... a month ago..." Ha! Good guesses!" I'm not guessing... You are kind... truly kind... I'm sorry I picked you..." She glanced out the window. The snow had stopped hours ago and there was a faint promise of pink on the eastern horizon. She sighed. His voice was higher than normal, though, "Well, if it's just the same with you, I don't want Mr. Douglas thinking I was handsome."The distinguished gray hair man in the blue terrycloth bathrobe and pink silk nightgown sitting knees-open on the leopard skin couch said, "I would never think another man was handsome!"His wife, sitting knees-together next to him, in a purple velveteen robe and yellow pajamas with gold trimming and detail said, "He's prejudiced."Oliver Wendell Douglas said, "I am. I was a male, after all, and her's often was the image I had in my head when I masturbated.We were laying there close to one another when she said, "You know Brian, we've known each other for ages and I've watched you grow up, but, in the last year or so, I've really gotten excited seeing you start to become a man."A man. Wow, that's really cool coming from such a pretty older friend that I've known for so long."I've always felt so comfortable around you, Brian, and I've loved you like a little. “Well, um, Ashleigh, I’m going to be back in the lab if you need me. Your make-up work is on my desk, let me get it for you.” He walked over to his desk, found a book with several worksheets stuck inside the flap, and handed it to her. “Do you need a pencil?”Ashleigh just looked at him. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Um, okay, I’ll be in the lab,” he repeated, inching away from her. Ashleigh tried not to laugh. It was obvious that women intimidated Mr. Sanders. Maybe that was why he.