A college language professor wants to interview an eight year old girl. Wants to know if I think it will damage the child's psyche."I laughed."That's ...hat I thought. Nikki and Cindy are teaching math now. It's absurd, surreal enough, we have classes at this university led by a fifteen and a sixteen year old. I'm wondering what universe exists wherein an eight year old will stand before a classroom full of college students and LECTURE on literature." Despite the fact that she KNOWS what she's. " Oh that sounds better. Still that is a long time to be away from home." Julie said."Yes it is but the employees get a bonus when they are in camp so it is not as bad." Rick said."If it wasn't too bad then the men would not be refusing to go to camp." I said."That is a new development since the cold weather started. Most of the men wanted to be in camp all summer." Rick replied."So what has changed to make it so bad now? Are they using the same camps or has that changed as well?" Julie. I would have to wait and play it by ear. Friday came and I was ready. I had played this moment over and over in my head to make sure I would get it right. Before I could do anything I found a small folded piece of paper on my desk. It was carefully printed in draftsman style lettering. ‘I’ll pick you up at your place at 7PM. Wear jeans and comfortable shoes. I know the address. Greg.’ This was supposed to be my play and the SOB took the lead away from me again. The end result was what I wanted. He hurried to join her. When he raised himself on his left elbow to kiss her, she carefully adjusted the covers around his back. During the kiss, she kept stroking his back while their tongues played tag. He finally left her mouth to kiss her face and ears. When he started kissing her neck, she raised her hand to his face. He kissed down the neck, down the chest, up the melon.“Oh yes,” she said when his mouth reached the peak. She started playing with the hair on his chest. “Furry,” she said..