He gently extracted himself from her embrace and went to tend the braying donkey.When he reached the animal, he discovered that it was tethered just o...t of reach of a tasty batch of thistles. He unfastened the lead and let the donkey graze on the thistles.“I don’t know why I bothered to tether you,” Steven said as he reached for sand and weeds to curry the back of the donkey while it ate. “You never go anyplace and I don’t know why you are with me.”“That is easy,” said Madame Selah Walinska. Do we know her? Eh?''Yes, that's Helen, a bio undergrad. You'll see her in a minute.'The other man turned from the window, tinted against the sun and semi silvered, ostensibly to keep the sun from overheating the south facing room but actually to preserve the identity of the watchers using it. The room was thought to be that of the Bursar's father who was known to suffer from poor eyesight: he always went around wearing black glasses, and the glass was there to make life easier for him. In fact. Finally, she does look up; smiling displaying her perfect white teeth and her sexy pink tongue."Done, are you? Well bring it up and let me take a look."Struggling out of the seat, I hand her my new answers. Returning to my sit, I watch her expression as she reads my answers with heavily sexual overtones. Her face seems to get darker as I am sure she is blushing. Finally she looks at me."Don, those are very moving interpretations of the passage. The beauty of Literature is every one seems to. She lets out a small cry, more out of surprise than actual pain. "And?" I ask her. "And what?" she replies. I follow up with a slightly harder stroke, making a sharper sound, she inhales sharply and I can feel her instinctively trying to move her hands down. "And? Did you learn your lesson?" The mechanics of this little game I've set up for her are beginning to dawn on her. "N...no, more please." I love the addition of the please, it's great role play on her side. The first stroke is barely.