”After a while she sat up against the headboard, her eyes looking at the dark wall across the room. I know whatever she was about to tell me was goi...g to come from some very deep and dark corner of her memory.“It happened after we got home from Joan and Mark's wedding reception.”Her words were slow and void of any emotion. I was certain that what she was going to tell me, she was not at all comfortable talking about.“We'd both had too much to drink,” she began, her voice soft and hesitant. “In. The mischievous gleam in her eyes told me that she already knew the answer to her question and just wanted to hear me say it.“Kissing you was great. I think it would have been great even if there wasn’t any jizz on your lips,” I answered. I smiled as I continued to hold the nude, slender body of the small woman in my arms. “But I’m guessing that anytime someone kisses you there is a big chance that they will be tasting cum on your lips.”“You still didn’t answer my question. Did you like. .. it's the President who wants to speak with you," she finally managed to say."The President? Of the University?" The disbelief was evident in Sharon's voice, for the President never concerned himself with any of the internal workings of the University, leaving that to the Board of Deans."N-no ... of the United States," she stammered, "I never spoke to ... before ... ever." Oh, tell her I'll call her back after this meeting is over. It can't be important."The graduate students looked as. "Some of the other guys say he's kind of a loner." I don't know. I got the impression that's just a front. A mask. He seems to be hurting inside." Carol was surprised that she seemed to be defending Mark. "I think he's just always been lonely."**********A week later, Carol was sitting at the fountain, sitting and thinking. Autumn had brought cool evenings, and Carol shivered in her sweater. Why was she here? Was she just enjoying the quiet solitude of the fountain, or was she secretly.