She introduced herself as Debbie, and I asked what I could do for her. Debbie sat across the desk from me, and set her bag down on the floor and cross...d her legs. Her leg bounced nervously. I tried to focus my thoughts on what she was saying rather than her foot. I struggled not to stare as she told me if there were a way to earn extra credit for the class, because she didn't think she'd pass this semester. It would hold her back at least a year since that particular class was only held in the. When I got home that evening, there was a message on my answering machine from Anala. I could count the number of times she’d called me on one hand with at least a couple of fingers left over. I picked up the phone and called her, already knowing what she was going to say, at least in general terms. My suspicions were confirmed.“I think I’m at a point with Prajesh where you and I need to become just the closest of friends,” she said, just after I’d greeted her.“We both knew this was coming, and. ” she said with a sniff, leaving the room as the writers all laughed at me.I guess I told her!“This is David.” I said, hitting the speaker button on the phone. Being one handed had drawbacks, like not being able to jot down a note if you are holding a phone.“David, it’s Cassadee Pope. We met in New York?”“Cassadee! Of course, I remember you. How are you?”“Wonderful! My tour is almost over and I am looking forward to some real sleep! Listen, my label said you left a message for me to contact. Only feel you in me.Heart pounding. Mouth wide open. Can't see. Oh god, another wave, no, I love it but no, can't do it...pleasestoppleasestopdon'tstopletmedielikethisohgodohgod...Kissing me, love it when you kiss me, finally breathing, screaming in your mouth, can finally feel my body again, shaking, out of control, won't listen to me, ohmygod, don't do that don't move your finger.